#sort of a symbiotic relationship

[evintide]

You did say that adapting to Twilight’s atmosphere makes you feel more comfortable. How did you and your people manage to handle it?

" magic, obviously. " with a beckoning motion a tome glides out from a nearby shelf to come and flutter open just above her grasp. the pages turn on their own to a passage that the queen has deemed relevant to her interest, eyelids lowering in temporary concentration to pick something from its contents.

" 'lo these so called fields can nary be considered a pasture akin to that of the realm of light. no sustenance can be brought forth from their ashy soil, nor any light to bring our seeds to fruition-' blah, blah, blah... " with a derisive tsk the woman rolls her eyes, the pages flipping wildly to another passage, though she barely gives it a glance before a mordant smile creeps across her face.

" on it’s own the Twilight Realm isn’t particularly harmful, but living here without having been… let’s say, an ‘original resident’ wasn’t easy, " the still floating tome lifts along with her hand, a gesture to indicate why she had brought the apparent diary out. " if you didn’t adapt, you didn’t survive. simple as that. as the queen i have the honor of having access to these personal accounts… very few of which are pleasant, hehe. "

her snicker is equally as skewed as her expression, though its sharpest edges dull oh-so slightly when her gaze returns to the book. the once hard curl to her lips softens to hide her fangs, the sight of which had only offered a dangerous edge to her smile. despite her obvious derision towards it's previous owner, the twili seems incapable of maintaining disgust. or, perhaps, she has more history with this tome than one might automatically assume.

with a hum she finds something else that grabs her attention inside, but it's contents remain a mystery to all that do not hold it.

" but our ancestors were tenacious. what couldn’t be found was made, even if it was feeble. and over time their new home changed us as we changed it. " her other hand lifts so that a finger may trace something across the book's pages, as if following a line to one side to the other, dipping occasionally to follow a possible turn or curl. once it reaches the other side, the corners of the queen's mouth lift again, though it lacks the severity of it's earlier iteration.

the hand below closes, and with it the book snaps shut with a slap of finality.

" of course, all of that took place a long time ago. not that light dwellers would find our home unpleasant, but we twili have made the most of our realm, and it to us. "

[trashogram]

I'm not sure if you were serious on actually writing that Lucifer x Reader but just know I'm hooked up about it and would love to read it, it seems like the most fun and in character thing as Lilith doesn't exist

I have enough in mind so it’s happening and it’s p much Rosemary’s Baby but surprisingly wholesome.

Straight up nasty little smut preview under the cut bc I like sharing my work:

“Ah! F-fu, slow down!” You scolded, words muffled as you were repeatedly pushed down into the pillows. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, you just. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word was punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips against the flesh of your ass.

Lucifer moaned, loud and high-pitched, as he continued to lose himself in the sensation. You could only groan, irritation building as your partner refused to give you even the most basic attention. The frustration peaked quickly, then unraveled as his pleasured moans, squeaks, and growls caused your tummy to flutter. 

You clenched around his cock, gasping at another deep thrust. 

Well, fuck you for finding the sound of a masculine voice turning vulnerable the hottest thing in all of creation. 

[regular-gnome]

Time for a random hill I am willing to die on, so what in the Titans name is Hooty

beginning with few things we know:

He is a bug type demon and demons are born from a titans body & magic

House demons are not common but also not extremely rare (coven heads are confused in Hollow Mind but Amity is like, yea, house demons do be like that)

Hooty is not dependent on the place he lives in - can freely detach himself from the house and just go somewhere what does not affect neither him nor the house

Hooty is terrotorial and protects the place he lives in

There are organs with own pulse inside the walls of the Owl House

All of this being said, I believe demons later called "house" demons were born from wounds on titans body. After titan got hurt, lost an eye in some manner, a bug type demon formed or moved into the wound establishing in there sort of symbiotic relationship. Maybe protecting the space from other creatures that did try to feed on the wound. Long after titans were gone they just continued to live in crevices and protect spaces around them what was later was used by witches to guard their homes earning them the name "house" demon.

Role of house demons on titans might be similar to the one of Oxpeckers on big animals that are unable to get rid of small parasites. Titans are huge and seeing how some characters were literally walking through their empty veins it would be extremely difficult for them to get rid of pests themselves.

On how is he attached to the space around him, I think he might have some kind of specialised organ letting him attach and form new connections to the space around him.

With time the connections gaining mass and requiring better energy flow they start form organs around the space and a circulation system (that's why there is a pulse even after Hooty is not longer in the door). And that's also why King, Lilith and Luz might have had such disgusted reactions to seeing him leave his place. But whatever he uses to attach to the house it might be pretty vulnerable, so he acts like a hermit crab getting from one shell to another and thats how we get porta Hooty.

But HEY if he has organs that connect him to the house why can he just take of his skin like a sock. My brother in Titan. Skin is a organ too and we literally saw him leave some spare ones in the door. There is literally nothing that says he even requires it and cant be just a skeleton horror with only the essentials near base of his body.

On why I dont think he is a parasite like Cymothoa exigua (tongue eating louse) is because I'm pretty sure Titan would be able to get rid of them himself (and it would mean Hooty ate his way into the titan witch I refuse to consider). It can't be comfortable to have a weird bug in your eye socket just singing to themself all day, so they had to have benefited from it somehow, or at least didnt mind, as Hooty is protective of his space that wouldnt be a strech. Also if they were parasites it would just add insult to injury if they hanged around even after death xD

Im sure Im not the first one to have this thought but I literally searched for theories on him and only found the parasite interpretation witch I don't vibe that much with

and while we are at the topic of Hooty I highly encourage to listen to unhinged Dutch Hooty, I was in tears the first time I heard him. Apologies for video quality tho, it refused work any other way

[mieczyhale]

If they separate Eddie & Venom permanently in Venom 3 I am 1000% pretending the movie didn't happen.

I do not vibe with tearing soulmates apart, I do not vibe with tearing husbands apart, I do not vibe with people who have found love through their suffering being made to lose that love and suffer more okay. Not at all and CERTAINLY not for the fate of a planet that hates them.

Eddie and Venom stay together for literally all of time in every universe and I will never accept a world where that changes. They live together or they die together. That's it. The end. Goodbye.

[yougotthetouch]

I've been so normal about pharma from the start

[thermodynamic-comedian]

i feel like parasight act like they wouldn't care if the other got hurt (it's so easy to lose people when you're an avatar. safer to not care.) but at the same time, they'd get weirdly protective of each other real fast.

jane's a very new avatar. someone might see her as competition, try to take her out too early. that'd be inconvenient and cause problems for jonah's plan. so, obviously, he has to protect her at least a little bit. it makes perfect sense. it's all just a part of the plan, for sure.

jane's reason is a lot more simple: jonah magnus is of the corruption. in a way. or at least close enough for her to consider him a part of her hive. the hive must protect its own. even the clueless little parasite that thinks itself a watcher of some sort. he'll realise soon enough. she has to make sure he survives long enough to realise this is where he belongs.

[technikki]

i refuse to say that i miss that one piece promo tumblr did that put a massive clown in the bottom corner of the dash at all times because tumblrs promos are insufferable. but it did become a bit funny when people started using inspect element to replace the clown with whatever they wanted and i DO sometimes miss the litle plonk that hung out on my dash with me for that brief time

[crisismoth]

ive accepted that despite all my infodumpimg about mcyt to my brother it is not realistic to hope he will read my favorite fanfiction so im giving him a verbal retelling instead in return for half life lore.

[gabbysdawsons]

"i should have stopped, i'm sorry..." + juno?

so for some context they're about 12 or 13 during this.

and Juno has some- issues about people mentioning her mom, especially during this period of her life

also- it gets a tad violent.

They were hanging out in front of the Chateau, tossing rocks gracelessly across the grass.  Ten points if you got it in the water, twenty if you knocked over one of their leftover pop cans. It was the only way they could manage to pass the time. With the dark clouds rolling in, Big John had forbidden them from going in the water, and because he was Big John, they listened.

JJ and John B were chatting idly, Juno was sulking–she sulked a lot lately, or so everyone liked telling her. But so what? She didn’t care what everyone thought. 

JJ was winding up to toss his rock, his arm cocked above his head, when he made the mistake of looking at her. 

“Hey, J- you think your mom–” 

He hadn’t even managed to finish his sentence when her fist connected with his nose. There was a crunch, a shout–from where she wasn’t sure–and then JJ was flat on the ground. Juno pounced on him, wrestling him into the dirt, he wrestled back just as fiercely, elbowing her and kicking her in the shins. Someone shouted again, John B probably. JJ’s foot collided with her ribs, digging into her skin, and she rolled off him, the wind knocked out of her. 

Juno stared up at the sky, the clouds hung heavy. A hurricane was coming. John B’s mop of hair cut into her field of vision. She scowled up at him, and he scuffled backwards as she pushed herself up off the ground.

JJ stared at her, eyes wide, blood dripping down his chin–from his newly crooked nose or split lip she couldn’t tell. He sniffed, then cringed in pain. 

“Sorry.” She was surprised to find she meant it.

“S’okay, J. I should’ve stopped– should’ve known better.” He paused, his face all screwed up, like the words stuck in his throat caused him physical pain. She tapped the toe of her shoe against his shin, whether it was a warning or a prompt to continue she wasn’t sure. JJ looked down at his lap, blood still dripping down his chin. “Sorry.”

She held her hand out, her knuckles were smeared with his blood. He clasped his hand with hers, and she hauled him back up to his feet, the dirt and gravel crunched under their shoes. 

They were both bloody and dirty–and forgiven.

John B still made them apologize two more times each before he was satisfied all was forgiven, though.

[impossible-rat-babies]

trying to think of how eshka, a dalish crow, ended up in the situation she did hrmmmmm

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

have i told anyone about my bizarre headcanon that the nightmare realm is alive, is represented by a giant serpent-esque thing, and ‘recycles’ fords when it deems it needs to?

[cedar-sunshine]

the desire to write a character with one or more Things in their mind commenting on what they do, but in a cool magic way

[keikakudori]

Ever have your muse suddenly revive with all the force and power of getting slapped in the face with a bluefin tuna? Because that's how I feel right now. Aizen has awoken in full power. None of you are safe.

[mashkaroom]

@star-nosed

religious people: thank you god for inventing the accordion i love it soso much <3333

atheists: its seriously incredibly beautiful that people invent instruments like. someone came up with the idea for the accordion. howw.

agnostics: no one knows where the accordion came from

[rebeccathenaturalist]

I'm working on clearing out some old tabs, and ran across this piece from last fall. The short version is that your gut microbiome and other microbes that accompany you in a series of symbiotic relationships throughout your lifetime persist even after you die. While you might assume that these bacteria and other little beings would perish along with you once you're no longer warm and living, it turns out that they shift gears upon your death, being part of the massive effort to return your remains en masse to the nutrient cycle.

There's honestly something rather poetic about that. Here you've spent a lifetime being the center of a holobiont--a sort of miniature, migratory ecosystem. And these many millions of life forms that you have given safe harbor to for thousands upon thousands of their generations are among the funerary vanguard caring for your remains after you're gone. They pour forth from their ancestral lands--the gut, the skin, and other discrete places--and spread out through even the most protected regions of your form.

And then, just as you constructed your body, molecule by molecule, from a lifetime of nutrients you consumed, so do these microbes go through the process of returning everything you borrowed back to the wider cycles of food and growth and life and death. The ancient halls where their ancestors lived in relative stability are now taken apart in the open air, and their descendants will disperse their inheritance into the soil and the water through the perpetual process of decomposition.

I've always wanted a green burial, and I find it comforting that when my remains are laid in the ground, they'll be accompanied by the tiny ecosystems I spent a lifetime tending, and who will return the favor by sending my molecules off in a billion new directions.

[yellowistheraddest]

a symbiotic relationship of sorts...