#sybiosis

[pebbledoes]

Fishuary Day 7: Unlikely Symbiosis

Boss Battle Time!!!!!!

@fish-daily @fishyfishyfishtimes

[robotclownindulgence]

Sometimes tumblr dot com just has so much fucking post in a post

[infiniitefrequency]

"Dramatic."

They were just repeating each other now, but Harry's was bitter. He turned away from him a moment, hands flexing at his side, before pacing, "You-"

He laughed a bit, shaking his head, before drawing his eyes back up, staring at him, "You really don't get it. You have no idea."

Scrubbing his hands across his face, "We talked about this. We- we talked about this whole crazy world and how in it we had mutated genome in so many facets of the human biology now, enhanced humans who had the ability to regenerate themselves. We-"

His voice picked up, almost shouting, "You know what my mother went through! You saw what her disease did to her. How can you stand there and hide the fact that your DNA could be the key to saving countless lives?! How could you be so selfish?!"

" ...deception? " a repeated word, brown brows creasing the center of his forehead. deception. all because he hadn't told him about spider-man? all because he wanted to keep him safe, from those who didn't like the web slinging hero, and would love to see the people he loved, hurt? " harry, c'mon. don't be dramatic. " the word carries a bit of venom, as though hurt or angry that his best friend would compare him to his father.

[saiintvalentiine]

wait you reblogged my flytrap painting that’s why your blog looked familiar :0 that’s awesome ty :3

anyways, if u have thoughts about zeemyth things this ask is basically just an invitation to talk abt them bc i have all of his lore spinning in my head constantly

WOW HI YES I REMEMBER YOUR FLYTRAP ART !!!! How are you !!! Your recent UU art looks amazing as well <3

I have been talking. NONSTOP. with @eggseventy about Zeemyth's ROOTHOUSE series. They've been transcribing all the videos over time: I went Past the Farlands, Backroom Shorts, All 3 Test Videos, and as of tonight Weird Door is the latest transcript.

And I am. SO convinced. Roothouse!Zee is some sort of robot who becomes organic through sybiosis with the hhouse. I don't even really know how to organize my thoughts about this and its super late here but I'm gonna try!

In the Weird Door video, he says it's an old world, but it doesn't really obey the rules of Minecraft. And he has a full hunger bar but doesn't heal. He comments on having food, but doesn't ever eat. AND LIKE. IT MAKES SENSE TO ME THAT IF HE WERE A ROBOT, HE WOULDN'T EAT BUT STILL TAKE DAMAGE THAT WON'T HEAL ITSELF.

But when he's in the hhouse, he gets so desperately hungry, but why is that? I think the hhouse is creeping into him, and that hunger isn't his. That's also why, to me, the cycle never fully ends; he carries a part of the hhouse with him when he gets out, and the 100 days video loops in on itself because a part of him is equally stuck in the hhouse as the hhouse is stuck in him. So then, after that, he "feels" hunger and other things that he wouldn't have before.

Which also, I think Roothouse!Zee goes on to become Redacted!Zee directly, like I think it's the same character. His second RSMP video is the one that really cements that for me, because the entity fucking with him just plays him like a fiddle using a lot of the hhouse's techniques. It plays a jukebox outside his base, it takes his dog, etc. All things that parallel moments from the Roothouse stuff in my opinion. And then you end the video and it's like. . . he's trapped in these weird hallways and stuff? So much to unpack. I need to rewatch that video.

I don't think this is canon to clarify I've just been thinking about this nonstop these last few days. An inhuman thing becomes more human, but not without suffering? In my saiintly apocrypha? yeah actually bird found in sky towel found in bathroom water found in ocean.

I hope this was interesting for you!!! Thank you for giving me the chance to yap about it <3

[pitch-and-moan]

Curse of the Vampopractors!

An entire town is ravaged by the effects of lower back pain, which is cured by a vampire chiropractor who lives symbiotically with his patients.

[protoslacker]

The oldest child of humanity and one of the oldest residents of the Earth, Africa is at once a power in reserve and a reserve of power. By power, I refer not to the incessant movement of destruction of beings and things, but rather to a vital force, a potential of originality, a flow of energy, and a unique capacity for resonance, resilience, and creativity. In fact, as we can see in its ancient archives, dispensing with power and knowing how to forge an alliance with other vital forces was the surest means of participating in the realization of the Cosmos, which is to say, in the construction of a dwelling place that makes room for one and all, and where everyone is called upon to become potential ancestors; segments in an uninterrupted chain of links. Rather than a dispositif, power, in this configuration, is above all a disposition. It consists of making room for the Other, of embracing that which is unexpected.

Achille Mbembe in e-flux Architecture. Coloniality of Infrastructure

The Earthly Community

[fuck-goes-on]

i would formally love to ask if could be tagged in future parts because AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—

Venomed

Summary: What once was a beautiful relationship with Peter, turns quite venomous…

Warnings: swearing & short accusation of unaliving one’s self.

Notes: ughhh this part took me forever & I’m still not satisfied with it but it’s been long enough & i dont want to keep you waiting. Seriously you all have been so kind, I can’t thank you enough. & to all of u who let me know your thoughts on it or say that you’re excited for what’s next, u make my day & I’m beyond grateful 🤧 I hope you guys enjoy ♡

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3

He felt it.

His ‘spidey senses’ are a little tingle that alerts him when something’s off. It’s like a sixth sense for knowing when something bad was going to happen.

He’s been feeling it going off all day but he’s been unable to decipher what was bringing it on. Except this time he felt it and he knows who’s in danger.

It’s you.

He doesn’t take a second to think it through, just bursts into your apartment, eyes scanning the living room for you.

He calls out your name but there’s no response, simply an eerie silence that makes his stomach turn.

He enters your room cautiously but you’re not there either, and that’s when he feels it again; The tingle.

He runs to the bathroom and, although he was one to always respect your privacy, he felt like he didn’t have a second to lose, so he burst right in.

Turns out that he was right, because when he slams the door open, he’s met with the sight of you submerged under water, drowning.

He doesn’t think twice, just immediately jumps into action and pulls you out. You’re coughing up water and you look absolutely lost and helpless and terrified and he feels all those things at once too.

“What happened?! Are you okay?! How the hell did this happen?!” he's speaking faster than he can think, a mess of fear and nerves.

Out of all the things to fear you getting hurt from, a bath was the last thing he would have worried about.

“Did you fall asleep?! Did you hit your head?! I need to how this happened, why were you…”

Before he can finish his sentence, you let out a sob that completely shatters him.

His eyes widen and he drops the rest of the questions and immediately wraps his arms around you because fuck the answers, you’re all that mattered right now.

You cry into his chest and he stays there, hands in your hair, whispering sweet words in your ear.

“I got you, you’re ok. You’re ok baby, I promise. I’m sorry that happened. I got you now, you’re safe.”

You both remain like that for a while till he feels you shivering from the now cold water. He gets a towel and wraps it around you, helping you up while averting his eyes, not wanting to make you feel unwillingly exposed.

He leads you into your bedroom, finding one of his shirts in a drawer and helping you into it, wet strands of your hair dripping into the fabric before he takes your towel and helps dry it up. You’ve been silent since you stopped crying, face unrevealing of your emotions. He has to bite his lip to keep himself from asking more questions, understanding that now wasn’t the time to bother you with them.

But his mind is still racing, thinking about how he saw you drowning in the tub. He was horrified, very much still, because he can’t understand how that could have happened.

Did you fall asleep & accidentally slipped in? Did you hit your head and fell unconscious?

No, he doesn’t think that one could be it. He saw what looked like you trying to get up for a second before he pulled you out. It was weird, and he knows that it doesn’t make sense, but it almost looked like something was forcing you down into the water….

“Why are you here?”

Your voice breaks his train of thought. He swallows, nervous about the impending conversation.

“I felt like something was off. I’ve been feeling it since last night, but this time it just felt…urgent. And thank god for that because if I didn’t make it in time, you probably would have…” and he stops because he doesn’t ever want to finish that sentence.

You look completely exhausted, eyes empty, body shaking from the cold. He takes in a small breath.

“You weren't..trying to…because of me…” he’s struggling to get the words out, but you get what he’s trying to say and you’re immediately disturbed by the accusation.

“Are you serious right now? Do you actually think that I would….god Peter no! I wasn’t attempting to kill myself just because you broke up with me, god,” you say, getting up from the bed and stepping away from him.

He swallows, thankful that that wasn’t the case, but also put off by your reaction.

You’re so easily angered lately. Did he hurt you that much? Did the love you have for him just fade away?

‘That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?’ he’s asking himself because the whole point of breaking up with you was so you wouldn’t be forced to care about him anymore. So you wouldn’t be put in harm's way for it.

But now, as you look at him with that fire in your eyes, so intense he can almost feel it burning him, he’s regretting his decision.

He misses the way you used to look at him. It’s almost killing him.

He clears his throat, continuing.

“Then tell me what happened. Explain to me how I walked into you like that. Ever since this morning, you’ve been…”

“What? How have I been, Peter?” you ask, daring him to respond.

He frowns, not backing down.

“You’ve been off. You’re not yourself, and it’s clear that something’s up. I understand your upset because of what happened last night, but I didn’t expect you to spiral off like this.”

That’s when you feel it again; The unexplainable anger you get when you just as much as think about him lately.

“Spiral? Spiral?! For the record, I’m not upset. I’m angry. I’m so fucking angry because you decided to break up with me, not because you don’t love me, but because you want to save me? What kind of bullshit is that?! And the cherry on top is that you truly think it was so noble of you to do this to us. That you’re making such a selfless sacrifice. Well fuck you.”

The words stun him. It makes him avert his gaze from you because it’s all too much. It’s a mixture of guilt and hurt, and he really wishes you could look at him one more time like you used to, and not like you do now; like you despise him. Like he ruined you.

He wants to say he’s sorry, but he knows that if it came down to it, he wouldn’t take back what he did. He couldn’t. Your life matters more to him than you hating him for the rest of your life.

So he sits there and lets you speak, no matter how much your words tore him up inside.

“Fuck you for not even including me in this decision, for not even letting me have a choice. Now do me the favor and keep your promise of staying away from me and get the fuck out!”

You reach for the knob and push the door open but just as you do so, the door comes completely off its hinges. You’re frozen in place, completely silent from the shock as you process what you just did.

It was honestly a comical scene, seeing you holding a door in mid air with one hand as if it weighed nothing, but you were too freaked out to find the humor in it.

After gathering your composure, you lean the door against the wall but once you let go of the knob, you notice that you’ve completely crushed it.

You shut your eyes, mentally praying that Peter somehow didn’t notice, but when you turn around, you find him with wide eyes, jaw dropped.

Oh yeah, he noticed.

“Did you just…rip the door off?” he asks, voice wavering.

Look at what we can do. Isn’t it exhilarating?

You jump, the voice unexpectedly booming loud in your head.

Oh no.

“I need you to leave,” you tell Peter, voice urgent.

No, let him stay. I’m hungry.

“No!” you shout fearfully, and Peter looks at you with furrowed brows.

“No?”

You shake your head, forgetting he can’t hear it.

“Nothing, just…nothing’s going on Peter, I’m just not myself today and I need you to go.”

I can’t withhold my hunger much longer. I need to be fed.

“Please…” you say, intended more for the voice than Peter.

“Not yourself? Do you understand the strength you need to have to crush a metal knob like that?! To rip a door out of its hinges?! Something’s going on that you’re not telling me!”

“Peter stay out of this, you don’t understand.”

“So help me understand!”

He’s irritating me. Let's eat him.

“No! For the last time, you cannot eat him!” you shriek out and Peter jumps, caught off guard.

You both remain silent, wide eyes locked on each other. You don’t dare make a move, terrified of the voice speaking once more, of you doing something else that’s abnormal, of you possibly hurting him. But Peter stands up from his place on the bed and cautiously walks towards you.

You take several steps back, waving your hand.

“Peter, don’t…”

“Who are you talking to?” he asks, eyes darting around the room, body tense.

“Please…” your eyes are watering, the fear taking over your body.

You can tell that something bad is going to happen. There’s an odd feeling within you, the feeling of something trapped inside that’s fighting to come out. You’re doing your absolute best to keep it at bay.

“Tell me what’s going on, I just want to help you. I promise.”

“Don’t,” your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks freely. “Please Pete, I can’t hold it back anymore, I can’t…”

“Can’t hold what back? Something’s very wrong and I’m scared it’s going to get worse, just let me...”

But before he can even finish, you feel it. The snap of something finally breaking free.

So you bolt out of the bedroom and run back to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door. You hear Peter running after you, trying to twist the knob and then banging on the door when he realizes it’s locked.

He’s pleading with you to let him in but everything around you starts to feel hazy. You look into the mirror and realize that the eyes looking back at you aren’t yours…

“Look, you have me officially terrified for you. Please let me in. If you don’t, I have no choice but to knock the door down okay? Please…”

He hears an odd sound coming from inside and his brows furrowed, sweat beginning to form on his forehead from the tension.

“I’m serious, I’m going to count to three. One…”

He hears you shuffling inside.

“Two…”

The sound of something scraping the wall.

He closes his eyes and takes a breath, but before he goes to kick the door, it’s suddenly pushed wide open and he’s face to face with the scariest creature he’s ever seen; A massively large black monster with big white eyes, staring him down like a predator getting ready to take down its prey.

“Three,” the monster finishes for him and in an instant it opens its mouth and exposes its many rows of large sharp teeth, letting out a terrifying shrill right in front of him.

Peter jumps, taken aback, but he has no time to process his emotions because the monster lunges at him and he’s pushed back into the living room, landing on your glass coffee table, completely shattering it in the process.

He groans, a sharp pain shooting down his back, but he notices the pieces of glass around him shaking, and when he looks up, he sees the creature running towards him. Peter immediately jumps up and attaches himself to the ceiling looking down as the monster roars in frustration.

“Come down now! I’m hungry and I don’t like to play with my food!” it growls.

From his place on the ceiling, Peter can see inside your room and spots his backpack peking out from under your bed. He remembers how he left it last night before you both went to the italian restaurant for your anniversary.

Before he broke up with you.

He ignores the lump in his throat, his mind racing with the thought of where you even were currently, because he needs to focus on getting this thing out of your apartment while also keeping it from eating him.

“Why? You get a tummy ache or something?” he jokes, though his mind is focused on getting to the backpack.

He needs to distract him long enough to get his web shooters.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny,” it says dryly and it jumps up and tries to grab at him but Peter’s quick enough to dodge it.

He decides he has no choice but to crawl quickly through the ceiling to your room. When he lands on the ground, he grabs the lamp on the night stand and tosses it at the creature but it barely even reacts to it, letting out a dark chuckle.

“Pathetic,” it spits out, and it grabs Peter by the arm, lifting him up.

Peter lands a kick on it’s face that makes it hiss, head reeling back for a second as he lets go.

He lands on the ground and grabs the backpack from under the bed, but just as he unzips it, the creature drags him out of the room by his leg.

It sends him flying to a wall, pieces of it crumbling down on him as a cloud of plaster surrounds him. He’s thankful that at least he didn’t break right through it or else your neighbor would be pretty upset.

The creature waits for him in the small fog of white dust, smiling with pointed teeth.

“Looks like you’re perfectly seasoned now,” it jokes, laughing, and if it wasn’t for him being in immense pain, Peter would have laughed with him.

What can he say? The monster’s got good quips.

It grabs Peter by the throat, bringing him up to its face.

“This is what you deserve Peter Parker. For breaking our heart,” it says, and Peter is confused by its words.

When the creature opens its mouth, Peter choking as he tries to fight for breath from its tight grip around his neck, there’s a small click and the creature begins to choke as well.

Another click, and the creature is grabbing at its throat, letting Peter go.

Peter takes a big desperate breath for air, trying to steady himself. He looks up at the creature, arms out as he once again shoots out another web, trapping the monster's mouth shut.

He gets up, hissing from the pain, but he knows he needs to finish the job while it’s distracted.

The creature is trying to rip the webs from its mouth but Peter continues to shoot one after another. It’s walking backwards as it does so, towards the glass door leading out into the balcony and Peter shoots a web at it, sliding the door open so it falls out onto it.

What he didn’t expect was for it to completely stumble over the railing & fall off the balcony.

Another thing he didn’t expect?

The creature’s black tendrils slide away to reveal your unconscious face, you being the one who’s now falling off the balcony.

Peter’s eyes widen and the entire moment feels like it’s in slow motion as he screams your name and races to the balcony.

He doesn’t think twice before he jumps off the railing, plumutting down after you.

His heart is racing, stomach in knots as he tries with all his might to fall fast enough to reach you. He shoots a web when he thinks it’s the closest he can get to you and uses all his strength to launch you to him, wrapping his entire body around you.

He lands perfectly on his feet but his eyes are clenched tight, too scared to see whether he really truly made it with you safely in his arms.

He opens his eyes slowly and lets out a small sob when he sees the slow rise of your chest and that you’re indeed in his arms, still alive, still intact.

There’s tears in his eyes because it all feels too familiar; A really fucked up case of deja vu.

He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath as hot tears spill into your skin.

His mind is racing a mile a minute, the confusion at what just transpired messing with his head, along with the fear still living in the pit of his stomach at how he almost lost you.

He tries to focus on how grateful he is to hold you as you're still breathing, to know that he was able to catch you in time.

He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he’s going to fix it.

He’s going to save you.

Even if it’s the last thing he does.

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G8 Boxman being inbetween the Voxiliam crap

Mutualism sybiosis

[rawmeknockout]

our dynamic here is very layered

we have a very complex sybiosis going on where you send me viscerally unhinged shit and i try to kill you with sheer force of will