#parasite girl

[pastelcatnip-x3]

She’s finally done! Here’s my TPTM oc, Parasite Girl!

She’s meant to represent imposter syndrome, and always feeling like you’re a burden to everyone around you- hence the parasite imagery, since she sees herself as someone who always takes and never gives no matter what anyone tries to tell her. Her style is based on 2020s Cutecore/Cutegore aesthetics, joifuku fashion, and yamikawaii! I love her so much and she is my new favorite little guy.

(It took soooo long to make her carrd page since I was basically going in blind T^T)

Bonus Headcanons:

She would be closest with Disposable Girl, Chocolate Box Girl, and Splitter Girl

Her MV would feature imagery of magical girl anime, anime figures and other cute collectibles, assorted bugs, and meat. She would be voiced by Vflower!

Her favorite food is strawberry mousse and chocolate crinkle cookies

She loves Super Sonico, and her favorite anime is Madoka Magica

She often spends a lot of time in the backyard observing different bugs

She likes to makes worms on strings into earrings

She has had many pet bugs over the years, and currently has a pet snail

Her favorite music genre is Denpa

She paints her nails so she doesn’t chew them

Her favorite official Vocaloid is Rin, but her favorite UTAU is Meaty-Chan.

She loves body horror in fiction

She plays an equal amount of horror games and cozy farming sims

WARNING! Her file is below the cut and contains a brief mention of a su!cide attempt and S/H, viewer discretion is advised. Her moodboard is also there, which has imagery of meat, blood, and insects.

[cubeyqb]

[acquired-stardust]

Parasite Eve Playstation 1998

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP shares that her best friend married someone in the remote and deep mountainous area and is going to settle down there （chinese slang refering to these places dashan大山 big mountain）

Cinetizens: Bestie You must be gold digging and materialistic

[mossyeyeballs]

Thinking of them hjhhhhhhhhhh… ignore how lowkey doo doo it is, it was rushed 😓💔

FIRST (real) POST HOORAY 🥳

[cipheramnesia]

It is possible I'm leaning too hard into the concept of a parasite POV protagonist which explores what it means to make yourself into the shape of another body (re the starfish comic and a bunch of bits in it), when the body in question is a trans woman who has undergone a severe amount of involuntary biomechanical body modifications, in an experimental attempt to utilize her poorly understood mutated nervous system as a kind of living weapon against a parallel universe which is inadvertantly unraveling our own world in isolated but escalating highly destructive incidents involving sudden explosive release of energy where they intersect.

But when the events proved fruitless, leaving her wracked with trauma and metastasized cancer, they threw her into a care home / prison where she died of the aforementioned cancer, and this is all in service of answering the question of where The Body which becomes the host originates. However, being as the parasitoid mutant blind millipede colony does not enter a corpse with a template, and merely threads into whatever pre-existing physical and neurological systems are part of the host corpse as-is, not only is the colony collectively entrapping itself within the boundaries of a host body, but it is operating on the assumptions that all the surgical and hormonal alterations, as well as the cancer, are a part of the body which they should also include in the neural network they extend themselves into.

Meaning the actual outcome is the world as seen through a parasite colony which, as it consumes and partially replicates both nervous system and brain of the host, believes itself to inhabit the world as a human, while in actuality it is oblivious to the fact that it now exists as an expression of the traumatic abuse which an authoritarian state under threat will inflict on a human body, as well as the cancerous expression of consequences of this abuse, all stemming from a body which, in a world facing an existential crisis, has an unconventional non-human nervous system which allows it to engage directly with an alternate universe.

Which all plays out because the apathetic management of the care home sold her corpse to a religious order / conservative activism group dedicated to the preservation of the mutant parasitic millipede colonies out of the fervent religious belief the colonies represent the unending cycle of life from life and life from death, and also because the millipede colonies act as natural predators to the Dalton County Dump Roundworm Infestation, which has been taking over large portions of the country via its exponential growth and lack of any competition. So now I have a completely sensible background derived for the parasite colony protagonist who is also fifty percent of the dead trans woman they consumed in the process of infesting her corpse, who is now a kind of holy relic to the temple which infected her, but who also wants retribution for the horrific abuse she suffered, while simultaneously experiencing her twisted and broken body as the correct form as derived by the parasite infestation, which is also her.

Simple.

[quarturtherusty]

Another kinda-like-inktober-but-not-really-with-old-games from this year. Somehow i ended up only drawing what i call "moderately obscure waifus", which is either very feminist of me or completely cringe, still not sure.

[itsdefinitely]

HELLO. if you had to assign hatchetfield characters fears from TMA, what would you assign them :]

you and me are on the same wavelength

paul (more specifically infected!paul) - avatar of the stranger & marked by the corruption

emma - marked by the corruption

bill - the eye. he'd be an archivist

ted - avatar of the spiral

charlotte - marked by the lonely & taken by the stranger (or the NotThem. same thing)

tom & becky - the slaughter

lex - avatar of the desolation

hannah - avatar of the web but also marked by the desolation & the stranger

pete - the spiral & the hunt (on the prey end)

ruth - marked by both the vast & the stranger

richie - the end :(

grace - favored by the eye

steph - the hunt (on the prey end)

max - marked by the buried & avatar of the hunt

boy jerry - both the slaughter & the dark

girl jeri - both the flesh & the dark

[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . i said “i love the smiths”

[fatfully]

im playing a new farming sim with romanceable partners so you KNOW i had to draw some scenarios

[pastelcatnip-x3]

Parasite Girl (my TPTM oc) Stimboard!

x 🎀🥩🎀.💖🪱💖.🎀🥩🎀 x

[blerdyotome]

Unhinged Yandere Romance Visual Novel Recommendations

[littler0b1n]

Some kid designs for them :D

[starlightseer]

Found this in my drafts. What did I mean by this?

[zappedbyzabka]

Them having Johnny say he’s working on fixing his relationship with Robby would give me hope if they didn’t already imply that it didn’t matter to them if the promos were canon.

Johnny OBVIOUSLY loves Robby and has admitted to being the problem multiple times with him, told Robby to keep blaming him for everything and that it wasn’t his fault. Grovels for him and cries about him. Yet the writers are so shitty they won’t actually let him pay true attention to him and nurture their could-be naturally growing relationship. I swear these... questionable writers put the baby as an excuse to not focus on that storyline when this season could have been Johnny putting his all into adoring his two boys and fighting the Karate War—THAT is what Johnny Lawrence would want. THOSE things are what is in his heart.

[cipheramnesia]

Part 2: The Lonely Extermination of Athena Six

Awhile after Dr. Stevenson left, and after Dr. White's visits were rarely more often than once or twice in a month, Athena began to notice the iron cage. It grew very slowly between the earth and the sky, deep shadow bars tinting narrow strips of the world. The first ones she saw were in the sky, on a day where she could feel the sun inside her room. She felt the slim bands connect to each other overhead.

The small transistor radio at the nurse station had a square of dark bands around it. Dark lines grew from light fixtures and intercom speakers. While she sat with an orderly doing a geometry workbook that Dr. White was supposed to supervise, Athena noticed dark lines on the overhead fluorescent lights. The orderly said it was okay for her to go back to her room and read, so she sat at her desk to re-read a set of old fantasy novels. They were about a prince who was always beset by tragedy and sickness. Now matter how much good he tried to accomplish, he always hurt someone important. In some of the stories he traveled to other versions of his story and met happier versions of himself, or sometimes sadder versions, but mostly happier. Athena thought there were probably happier versions of herself somewhere.

The dark bands grew and crossed and multiplied. The more of the bands she could see, the harder it became for her to find the dancing light. She wasn't supposed to make the light dance anymore since Dr. Stevenson's accident, and the times the orderlies caught her, they stuck a needle in her and she fell asleep right away. That was also okay, but the lights made her happy, so she played with tiny sparks against her wall, too tiny for the camera in her room to see. Except with the dark bands the lights were harder to coax put and she was usually exhausted after trying.

Eventually the grid of darkness covered the sky in its iron cage. She only sometimes saw little dark smears from the radio or people's eyes sometimes. No one else noticed the grid, but she could tell because her thread was less bright and the omnipresent iron bars were visible through the walls and ceiling. She wished she could take them down and so she practiced more and more to control her lights. They were still waiting for her, only a little more out of reach, but she got stronger and reached further every day.

A little while after the grid was in place, Dr. White visited her. He was always very nice, but Athena noticed he didn't listen very much to what she talked about. He seemed to care more about if the orderlies and nurses liked him, but she could tell they didn't anyway. He opened up a box and laid two flat rectangles of woven metal on the table, then pulled his hands away quickly. Athena noticed he always did that.

"Athena, for the next few weeks we're going to try some new games and I think you'll like them very much." He gestured at the smaller, darker screen. "Closers call this a spark buffer, do you know about them?" He kept his arms close to his body, she shook her head for no. "It's okay, not a lot of people do." He gestured at the larger screen, with shiny metal weaving, and some kind of stone under it. "This is possibly a new prototype, and I hope you can help me make sure it works right."

Athena looked blank. "I don't know how... how it works."

"Don't worry," he laughed the fake laugh a little. "All I need is for you to make the dancing lights, and make them touch the buffer."

"The cage makes it hard," she said. "Can we go somewhere out of the cage?"

"Cage? What... I'm not sure what you mean."

Athena just shook her head and Dr. White slotted the new buffer into a small box. He stood up and took several steps back, suggesting Athena begin, so she did.

It was harder than ever before but eventually a flicker of light danced in her palm for an instant. Then there came a spark out of the buffer like a mosquitos into a bug zapper, and her light blinked out. She jerked back her hands as well, feeling a sharp stab of pain at her fingertips.

Dr. White wrote notes and she sucked her fingertips because they hurt. He said "Okay, let's repeat it and then try the other one."

Athena wished Dr. White would go away again.