#mention of parasites

[whumpshaped]

Chapter 3: Distrust

Silence Masterlist

tw institutionalised/normalised pet whump, it/its used as a default for pets, past trauma, defiant/feral whumpee, morally dubious caretaker, badly healed bones, mention of potential infection and parasites, internal monologue of a self-hating and conditioned pet

The next day, Rayan was considerably more nervous as he made his way to the alley. He used to be excited, sure, wanting to find out what was hiding in there… But now he knew. And he had no idea whether it would still be there. 

"Sil?" He didn't put the plate down this time, wanting to hand it to the pet instead. Sil poked its head out from behind the dumpster, seemingly disapproving of this new idea.

"Do I need to do tricks for it now?" it groaned. "Crawl over? Sit pretty?"

"What? No, I…"

Rayan averted his gaze, knowing that at the core of it, that was what he'd had in mind. He wanted to lure it closer, build some more trust. He was still treating it like a stray dog, when pets were so entirely different.

"I'm sorry." He put down the plate of food, stepping back. "I won't force anything. Like, in exchange for food. You don't have to earn it, is what I'm trying to say."

Sil began carefully moving towards it, never taking its eyes off of him. Now that Rayan could see it a little better and knew what to look for, it was obvious that it was in pain. The way it compensated for loss of movement in some areas, the way it winced when it made a wrong move… He was sure that part of it moving so slowly was caution, but the other part was definitely the pain.

Rayan had no idea how to approach the topic of a doctor's visit, and it ended up causing him a long, sleepless night. He thought he'd just grab a stray animal, bring it to the vet and be done with it. But Sil… he couldn't just put it into a box. Then there was the issue of the licence. Only licensed pets could be brought to a doctor, and they took the rules very seriously. The moment he showed up with an unregistered pet, they would take it away and bring it right back to the sly fucker who managed to avoid questions up until now. He could already picture it. ‘Oh, I don’t know how it got these injuries. It must’ve happened in the time it was on the streets. Yes, of course I’ll pay for all the treatments, I’m a good owner, see?’

He couldn’t bring in Sil as a pet. But trying to bring it in as a person, trying to trick the doctor would put all three of them in danger of serious legal trouble. He didn’t want to put anyone else in harm’s way, and that was precisely why he had decided that when the doctor finally got back to him, he wouldn’t mention an in-person visit, only ask some general questions over the phone about things that he himself might be able to do to help.

Unfortunately, said doctor had just found the time to call back. 

The ringtone sent Sil scurrying back to its nest, food untouched. "Oh no- goddammit, why now..?" He pressed a hand down on his pocket to muffle the music. "It's just my phone, Sil, please eat! I'll just- I'll be right around the corner!" He took a few steps away for privacy and took the call.

-

Sil couldn't stop shaking. The sound of the phone startled it so badly, and the most frustrating thing was that it couldn't even explain why. It wished it had grabbed the food at least, before running like a coward.

It could faintly hear Rayan's voice from the street, talking to someone. It couldn't make out a single word from so far away, but it found itself curious enough to shuffle towards the source.

"...they seem hurt…yes, I think so…no, they're just- bumps under the skin, yes…I can't bring them in…it's complicated, I just can't…" 

They. Who were they? Ah, of course, Rayan must've been talking to a professional or something. He had to pretend he was talking about a person, so he could ask his questions without raising suspicion.

No. That didn’t make any sense. That was a pet train of thought, a stray train of thought, from someone who had been running from the Agency for almost a year now. From a person point of view, all Rayan had to do was call the PPA and have it be brought in. Returned to its owner. That was the ‘right’ thing to do, wasn’t it? He was probably just talking about someone else… with bumps under their skin. 

Sil leaned against the cold brick wall. It studied its hand, noting that the weight loss had made the protruding bone even more prevalent. It had been broken by its owner after one of the minor offences it’d committed, and he never ended up taking it to the doctor for it. He never took it anywhere, not even the fundraiser balls or the- the other stuff the pets kept getting so well-dressed for. It had been hidden away from public view for years, some gross, useless, nameless thing. Master hated it, and never ever failed to make it known.

Maybe its wrist healed wrong, but was that really important? It could live with the pain, it had for years now. Its ankle and shoulder were honestly way more of an issue for it, the agony of walking getting a little too much as time passed, but even that was negligible. Surely, if even its owner thought it wasn’t worth a doctor’s visit, it couldn’t have been a big deal. 

It looked up at the grey sky above and let out a small sigh. It had no idea why it had decided to come out with Rayan around. It had spent so long hiding from all the people in all the towns and cities it had passed, and now that it was finally quite far from where Master was, it had decided to blow its cover and just trust that this man - Rayan - would be an ally. That he wouldn’t call the authorities. That he would just keep bringing it food and water, that he would keep being kind, that he would keep being so odd and different.

It wasn’t so sure about its decision anymore. It desperately wanted to take it back, so it wouldn’t have to sleep with one eye open for when the PPA finally got Rayan’s report about the stray behind the dumpster.

Sil poked its head out again, trying to see whether he had come back yet. He hadn't. It crawled over to the plate and brought it back to its hiding spot, stuffing its face as quickly as it could in case he changed his mind about having to earn it. It wasn't going to do tricks for food. 

-

The doctor had told Rayan dreaded news after dreaded news. In-person visit. Rebreaking of bones. Potential lice and other parasites. Infections. He didn't even know where to start, especially since Sil didn't even want to be near him.

The plate was gone by the time he got back to the alley, and he smiled a little. At least it was eating. "Sil?"

A thin little arm appeared from behind the dumpster, placing the plate on the ground. He frowned. Was it not going to come out again?

"Is everything okay?"

"As much as it's ever been."

"I'm sorry about the phone call. Did I upset you somehow?" 

"Does it matter?" 

Rayan slowly walked over to where the plate was, resisting the urge to peek behind the trash where Sil's hiding place seemed to be. He backed off with the plate now in his hands, stopping at his regular spot. "It matters to me. If I did, I didn't mean to, and I'm sorry."

"Who were you talking about? On the phone."

"Well… Well, um… you. I was- I was trying to get you a doctor's visit, or at least some advice-" 

"You were talking about me like I was a person. I don't like that, and I don't trust that."

He opened and closed his mouth a couple times. How was he going to explain that? ‘Yeah, that’s because I’m trying to sneak you past security and avoid the agency that was founded specifically to protect you, all so that I could take care of you instead of your owner that I’ve decided was a horrible person.’ That didn’t sound very trustworthy or morally correct, even in his head. Said out loud, he assumed it would’ve sounded even worse. 

Still, hiding the truth would’ve been an entirely selfish act. If Sil wanted him to call the Agency, he supposed he had no other choice. 

But then again, Sil ran away, and was currently hiding behind a dumpster. Surely, it’d understand?

Unless it was lost, and it really had sustained all those injuries on the streets, and he was making horrible assumptions about a potentially very kind owner who was desperately looking for their beloved pet. But a lost pet would’ve just gone up to an officer, right? To be returned?

Either way, Rayan could only imagine what kinds of people would want to forgo making a report so they could keep an undocumented stray all to themselves, and he was about to come clean about being such a person. Sil had no way of telling that his intentions were actually good.

“I… I told them you were a person because I didn’t want the PPA to get involved. You look very hurt, and I assumed it was from your owner, and that’s why you’re out here all alone and hiding. I was afraid they’d send you back.”

Sil didn't respond, no matter how long Rayan waited. He didn’t know what it was thinking. He didn’t know whether the answer made it despise him. He wished he could've scooped it up in his arms and told it that all he wanted was to make it all better, but that was a far stretch from where they stood with each other right now.

"I'll bring you a blanket tomorrow, if… if that’s okay. If you’re still here. It's getting colder. See you tomorrow, Sil. I hope."

~

taglist: @whumpsday @whump-queen @whump-blog @alexkolax @ha-ha-one @hidden-dreamland @looptheloup @batfacedliar-yetagain @oddsconvert

#silence #whump #whump writing #pet whump #defiant whumpee #feral whumpee #morally dubious caretaker #mention of parasites #broken bones #conditioned whumpee #past trauma

[shokujin-art]

Congrats to Lyra for being a mother ~ ✨ Look at her smile, she looks full of joy.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol ivory wraith #ivory wraith #dol pc #they way it all went too fast sdlkfjkg #panicking about the mention of feeling something moving while I toggled off as much as I could #then forgot about the parasite Ivory gave to my first pc #she's just gonna hide a bit and kick Ivory's ass after that #already thanking Kylar for taking care of it when Lyra was forcefully away from home— #kylar the babysitter #myart

[onenicebugperday]

@billionneuronscurious​ submitted: A Caterpillar of Mangina argus with Parasitoid’s eggs.

Location: Maharashtra, India.

Beautiful friend! Shame that it likely isn’t going to make it to adulthood after being parasitized. So it goes.

Here’s an adult of the same species for admiration:

Photo by devinth09

#insects #bugs #submission #moth #caterpillar #larva #parasite #parasitoid #bug death #mentioned #crotalaria podbearer #tiger moth #genus name mangina........ #ok

[bugtoast]

Edit) here’s a plaintext transcript cause someone asked for it:

“I am actually in love with this fictional man. He has latched himself onto my brain not unlike a parasite. I cannot rid myself of him. Our wedding is in three weeks :3”

#starlo #undertale yellow #north star #uty starlo #uty north star #shitpost #sillies #eyestrain #my art #im tagging it as my art cause it is art #to me... #/silly #you get no context to this #i spent way too much time on this #more than i'd like to admit #(at least 30 minutes) #digital art #starlo uty #north star uty #parasite mention #yea i know they asked for an image ID #but I literally have no fuckin clue how to describe this

[bunjywunjy]

A kid (19) I know is trying to pet a raccoon that hangs out behind the pizza place where he works

Can you give me many reasons why this is a very bad idea ?

Thank you

RABIES, also raccoons carry a special type of roundworm parasite that can end up in your organs or brain if you get infected with it.

#parasite mention

[shroombell]

sunny and sides art piece for an au where they have aerial sparks (but are in grounder frames) and travel all over a apocalyptic cybertron :3 specifically the towers of Vos in this one - sideswipe yeets himself off a tower and sunstreaker dives after his idiot brother in a panic <3

also they have awesome energon swords that i had a lot of fun designing

link to pt2 bitlet sunny and sides in tarn

link to pt3 exploring praxus

#oh and i forgot to mention that the og sunstreaker is dead and thats actually a processor eating parasite controlling his frame <3 #uh its not as awful as it sounds i swear sideswipe knows and they still love each other (uh kinda cos parasite sunny doesnt have emotions) #fuck im making this worse arent i #they are my blorbos fr i love them smsm #transformers #transformers fanart #maccadam #shroombell art #sunstreaker #sideswipe #transformers sideswipe #transformers au #shroombell binary stars au

[slugcatmusings]

What is the Rot? Why is the Rot?

Spoiler Warning and Holy Wall of Text Batman Warning. I got WAY too into questioning the turbo-cancer here, hopefully my rambling makes sense.

So, the Rot is… weird, from a biological standpoint. Really weird, if you stop to think about it. It’s most frequently described as some variation of cancer, and it certainly fits the criteria for it. Caused by damage to DNA? Check. Multiplies uncontrollably? Check. Comes in both benign and malignant forms, one stationary and the other mobile? Big fat check. Heck, even the Rot cysts eating other creatures kind of fits, according to some research I’ve done – there are apparently cancer cells that will eat other cells, which makes sense in hindsight since cancer cells are cells that have lost important genetic restrictions, which may include whatever lets cells identify other cells as “do not eat.”

(I ain’t a biology whiz and I’m doing research on the fly while getting my thoughts out here, so take whatever I say about biology with a grain of salt)

So, Rot is clearly cancer of some kind, right? Case closed. Except when me and a friend of mine were talking Rain World theories on Discord, she brought up some interesting points that got me thinking.

First point: Rot cells obviously mutate in a way that affects FAR more than just cell replication and termination. Some of the cysts can HEAR. As far as I know, cells in the body do not hear sounds. They communicate via chemical signals and maybe, MAYBE react to temperature. Hearing involves complicated, specialized sensory apparatus to pick up on vibrations in the air. Even if you simplify it and say that it’s only vibrations, that’s STILL a multicellular thing, not a single-cell thing. It’s something that took millions of years to evolve on Earth, if not billions.

And while Rain World’s timeline goes on for long enough that it those kinds of mutations might happen eventually, Rot cysts have the ability to hear pretty much right from the start – because even the Proto-Long-Legs react to your presence like the Daddy Long Legs do, and the Rot in Spearmaster’s campaign, where Pebbles has recently contracted it, reacts the same way as it does in later campaigns. It’s already able to hear.

As far as I know, cancer just means the same cell duplicating over and over again. Are more mutations possible with each division, as errors are made in the DNA during splitting? Probably. But not to THAT extent. There’s no way a lump of cancer somehow mutated the exact complicated genetic blueprint needed to grow organs, at least not without outside interference.

Second point: Cases of Rot are way too consistent across the board. Now, we don’t have a huge sample size to work from, but from what we see from both Pebbles’ Rot, and Hunter Long Legs, they’re… pretty similar. Hunter Long Legs is basically a mobile Rot cyst. They move the same way, seem to grow the same way (starts as a growth inside/on the body before eventually freeing itself from whatever wall/flesh it grew from in some capacity and moving elsewhere), they have the same senses, and they even eat the same way, via something like phagocytosis (how white blood cells “eat” invading organisms via engulfing them and breaking them down in a sac in their main “body.”)

Now, this doesn’t tell us much, because cancer, when it does emerge, is pretty consistent in symptoms/what the mutated cells do once they start replicating. It’s pretty much the same regardless of whatever organism the cancer is happening in. But what ISN’T consistent is what causes the DNA error in the cancer cell in the first place. IRL, cancer can be caused by all kinds of things – smoking, radiation poisoning, being out in the sun too long, drinking deadly chemicals and whatnot, anything that damages DNA. But in RW, the only time we ever hear Rot talked about, or see it present, is in the context of an iterator having f*cked up while mucking around with DNA. Pebbles was trying to create an organism that could change his own genome, and No Significant Harassment created Hunter as a messenger and probably mucked something up in the process in his haste to get them to Moon.

This doesn’t mean that there aren’t other causes of it, of course, we’re working with a sample size of two in an apocalyptic world with who knows how much potentially DNA-damaging stuff around, but… that’s still awfully consistent.

So, combining these points and everything we know to be canon, Rot is:

an organism that lives inside another organism

Until a certain condition is met, it cannot harm said host organism.

Once said condition is met, it goes out of control, wreaking havoc on the organism’s systems and mutating, giving it sensory capabilities and an appetite

Said condition is apparently someone messing up when re-arranging genomes, in yourself or others

It is widespread across multiple different species, at least iterators and slugcats but potentially other species as well.

Once you have a bad case of it, it is apparently NOT CURABLE. Pebbles tried everything he could think of but apparently exhausted all of his options by the time of the Survivor/Monk campaigns.

So, with all the context FINALLY laid out, here’s my wild theory: Rot isn’t a cancer. It’s a symbiote turned parasite. Specifically, I believe it’s a symbiotic microbe that lives inside the cells that make up every other creature in Rain World, and is held in check by a specific gene that all species share, and altering or getting rid of that gene causes it to go berserk, taking over and eventually mutating the host cells.

Yeah, I did watch Parasite Eve let’s plays as a kid, why do you ask? Anyway, hear me out here.

There is precedence for single-celled organisms living inside of other single-celled organisms. They’re referred to as intracellular endosymbiots (hopefully I got the spelling right there), and the most well-known one is probably the mitochondria. The powerhouse of the cell is thought to be descended from some bacteria way, WAY back that was engulfed by a larger cell and not only survived it, but BENEFITED from it. Since then those ancient proto-mitochondria and eukaryotic cells have mutually evolved to be dependent on each other. So it’s entirely possible for something similar to have happened in Rain World.

However, I don’t think it happened NATURALLY, here. Because something that’s able to take over a cell entirely and begin wildly mutating it is NOT something your average cell wants inside of it. There’s a VERY high chance of extinction if you do that. Which means that of course those funky bio-tech loving Ancients either took a look at a wildly dangerous cellular parasite and went “hmmm we can use this” or made one themselves.

Why did they do this? Who knows! Currently, I’m tied between “they needed a better powerhouse for the cell to power the various weird adaptations they’re building into various creatures,” “there was some sort of disease that this parasite gave immunity against and they wanted to make use of it,” and “it gave their creations massively powerful regeneration factors that made them much easier to maintain.” Possibly it was all three. Whatever the reason, the Ancients either found or created this parasite, and put it into their creations’ cells, hoping to reap the benefits.

Well, they got the benefits, but they also got a microbe that hijacked the cells and harnessed their pre-existing DNA blueprints to build organisms disguised as great big blobs of cancer. Which is not exactly ideal, but hey, they just had to figure out a way of keeping the cell hijacking from happening! And the way they ended up going about it was to alter the thing so that so long as there was a specific DNA sequence in the cell, it laid mostly dormant. All the benefits, none of the risks – so long as that specific string of genes remained intact.

And then BECAUSE it was so beneficial, they spread their artificial symbiote and it’s genetic reins throughout ALL of their creations, from the smallest pipe-cleaning slugs to the iterators. Which meant that as their purposed organisms replaced most of the original ecosystem, they spread the symbiote as well. Thus making it possible for pretty much ANY creature on the planet to come down with a bad case of the Rot. And with the iterators, I wouldn’t be surprised if this symbiote is tied to their self-destruction taboos. Try to cross yourself out? Well, it’s gonna maybe happen now, but it’ll be a slow painful death as you’re eaten alive from the inside and all your own parts turn against you, so was it really worth it?

And they never told their creations this perhaps even actively hid it, because why tell them the cause of the main deterrent to them mucking with their taboos? They might find a way around it. The iterators were left ignorant of how Rot works, and because of this they never figured out that Rot HAD a cure after all: rebuilding that genome that reins in the symbiote. Because why in the name of the Void would they repeat the same mistakes that gave them Rot in the first place, and potentially make it worse?

#rain world #rain world worldbuilding #serious musings #rain world headcanons #rw rot #the rot #rain world rot #rain world turbo cancer #which is not actually cancer #yes i Parasite Eved the shit out of the Rot #yes that is a verb now I take no criticisms #anywho the Rot is a byproduct of the ancients Fucking Shit Up on Purpose #and it DOES have a cure damn it #I'm not giving the robots not-actually-cancer and NOT giving them at least a chance to cure it #not mentioned above is the fact that depending on the genes altered along with the restraining gene #you might get rot with fun mutations like being able to jump from organism to organism #or Rot that outright assimilates cells from other organisms #amongst other things #plenty of FUN stories to play with there >:D

[randooffthestreet]

you know, the thought of having a parasite take over your body (Fresh Sans, for example) is a terrifying concept to me. You mean, this thing can steal my body, my entire identity, and I can do nothing but accept it? Do you die when your body is taken over, or are you a passenger to your own life while your body commits atrocities? Maybe the parasite doesn't even do bad things, maybe it ends up living a better and more fulfilling life than you could've ever led yourself. I don't know, I just find the thought...really unnerving.

#rambles #fresh sans #< mentioned #tw parasite #...yeah.

[bonefall]

Elder Bones... what if I... made a ClanGen mod based off of Better Bones.

Sure go ahead!

I hope they take that nutrition mechanic off the backburner soon, I feel like that update would be the perfect opportunity for someone to go in there with a BB-inspired mod.

#One of the Many things I'd like to do is make a 'nutrition post' #which would be like... the basis of me then delving into each clan's cuisine #I mention it a lot but RE: WindClan is seriously undernourished #Cats need a lot more fat in their diets than rabbits alone can provide #And the way BB deals with that is by treating insects as vegetables lmao #Because insects are actually much higher in fats than you realize #GOOD fats. #Plus then you could make a mod that adds intestinal parasites as a mechanic for not cooking food #Which could be a good challenge. Not only do you have to hunt but you need dedicated kitchen cats #bone babble

[parasitic-saint]

the disciples straight as hell, i would've gone crazy

#the parasite talks #christposting #jesus mention

[onenicebugperday]

Decorated cloak-and-dagger bee, Thyreus decorus, Apinae

Species in the genus Thyreus are cleptoparasitic cuckoo bees, meaning they lay their eggs in the nests of other bees. Once it hatches, the larva will eat food stores meant for the host larva, and sometimes the host larva itself. Found in Asia.

Photos 1-7 by homemountain, 8 by ming_de, and 9-10 by harumkoh

#animals #curators on tumblr #insects #bugs #bee #cuckoo bee #decorated cloak and dagger bee #Thyreus #cleptoparasite #parasitoid #parasite #bug death #mentioned #predation #one nice bug

[parasiticwhumpee]

Heart of Bone

(There may be more updates to this)

Cw: Mentions of toture, conditioning, mindbroken whumpee, carewhumper

Whumper glanced into Whumpees room as they walked by. It was still as empty as the day Whumper set it up. The blankets were folded, the bed was made, not a single piece of clothing taken out of the dresser. They sighed and walked past the unused room towards the living room.

“Whumpee?” They called out as they searched the house. Whumper heard a small shuffle from behind the couch and walked towards it. “Whumpee, is that you?” Whumper kept their voice quiet as they slowly leaned over the top of the couch. Their eyes met Whumpee’s, the small form cowering and curled up behind the couch.

Whumpee hadn’t left the spot in weeks. Ever since they had been lead out of the basement. As much as Whumper adored hearing the screams, the begging, the sobbing, they were starting to worry a bit about Whumpee’s health. After a while they had stopped speaking. Whumper hadn’t even noticed it at first since they were still regularly hearing their voice. Sure it was only wailing, but a voice was a voice.

Whumper had only started noticing Whumpee’s issues when they had stopped eating. Whumper had dropped off a tray of food in the basement like they did every day. They hadn’t even bothered glancing at the chained up captive before leaving them with the food. When Whumper came back a few hours later to take the tray, they were a bit confused.

Whumpee was just sitting there, staring at the bowl in front of them. They hadn’t even moved from where they were a few hours prior. They just gazed at the food with that hundred-yard stare. Like there wasn’t a bowl of now cold oatmeal in front of them. Whumper tried getting their attention a few time. They snapped their fingers in front of their face and asked why they were wasting food. Whumpee just slowly looked up and tilted their head. They looked between Whumper and the bowl a few times before slowly crawling to it and starting to blindly eat.

Whumper started paying a bit more attention to their captive after that point. They started to notice how slow all their motions were, the lack of eye contact, the way they only moved when directly told to. It was a far cry from the snivelling coward Whumpee used to be. Whumper considered just hurting them more. Assuming this behaviour was a result of becoming “too comfortable” - but figured that would just make the problem worse.

So, Whumper finally let them out of the basement. They had even set up a small room for Whumpee with a lock on the outside so they wouldn’t run. But Whumpee never even went into it. Instead opting to hide behind the couch. Whumper was a bit worried at first that it would be easier for them to escape this way, but their worries were quickly quelled when Whumpee refused to leave the corner even when Whumper would leave the room.

Now here Whumper was, trying to coax their captive out of their little hiding spot. “Whumpee come out please.” They said with a soft voice as they patted the top of the couch cushion. “Come on buddy, I’ll give you a snack if you come out.” Whumper added with the most realistic smile they could muster to try and make Whumpee feel safe. Whumpee slowly tilted their head. Their glossy eyes barely being able to focus on the person in front of them. Whumper couldn’t even tell if Whumpee had heard, or at least understood them.

Whumper took a deep breath. They didn’t want to force Whumpee out of their spot, but they needed Whumpee to heal and force would just get in the way of that. Commands wouldn’t help either since that would just encourage their mindlessness. “Whumpee, I’ll give you a cookie. Don’t you like cookies?” Whumper didn’t actually know if Whumpee liked cookies but it was worth a try.

Whumper slowly got off of the couch and made their way to the kitchen. The opened a cupboard and looked through it for the old packet of cookies. They grabbed the box and double checked the expiration date. Whumper was never a fan of cookies so all they had was this old package of chocolate chip cookies. They didn’t want to make Whumpee sick from old, moldy cookies. Once Whumper was sure they were edible, they grabbed a few and made their way back to the couch.

“Whumpee…” Whumper said as they peaked over the back of the couch. They waved the handful of cookies in front of Whumpee’s face. “These could be yours if you come out.” Whumper said with a sickly sweet smile. Whumpee continued looking up with a zoned-out stare, but slowly but surely, their eyes focused on the sweet treat in front of them. Whumper smiled and brought the cookies a bit closer to Whumpee.

“I promise theres no strings attached. This yummy cookie could be yours. You just have to come out to get it.” Whumpee considered it for a moment. They slowly reached up to take it. Every time Whumpee reached closer to grab the snack, Whumper pulled it back just a bit. Inch by inch, Whumper slowly lead their captive up and over their small couch prison. Whumpee flopped over the back of the couch and fell onto the cushions. “Great job Whumpee!” Whumper praised as they stuffed a cookie past Whumpee’s lips.

Whumpee’s eyes went wide as a sweet, chocolatey flavour filled their mouth. They quickly chewed the piece in their mouth before opening their jaws for another. Whumper let out a sigh of relief as they fed them another chunk. Whumpee slowly ate the cookie as Whumper fed them. Sure, Whumpee wasn’t emoting as they ate, but they were eating without being directly ordered to, which Whumper considered a victory.

Once Whumpee finished all of their cookies, they just stared at Whumper, waiting for further instructions. Whumper took a few steps back to see what Whumpee would do. Once it clicked for Whumpee that they were out in the open without permission, they quickly - compared to their sluggish norm - scrambled ungracefully back over the couch, landing on the other side with a thump. Whumper rolled their eyes and glanced over the sofa back. “You alright down there?” They asked with an exasperated look.

Whumpee just tucked their knees to their chest and curled up on their side. Whumper wished they could have kept Whumpee out of the corner for a bit longer, but progress was progress. Maybe tomorrow Whumpee could eat more than a sweet treat without an order, or even say their first word in months.

Taglist~~ @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#parasitic whumpee #heart of bone #whump #whump writing #carewhumper #conditioning #mentions of torture

[suzukiblu]

Mother, Pet , Shock

Jesus, what in actual hell is Jason gonna do if he ends up whelping a half-alien kid in "no metas allowed" Gotham? Or if he has to explain to Lian that she's not her daddy's only pup anymore? Or if–

Jason pictures a sweet little redheaded newborn all nestled up to his chest, maybe softly glowing and floating or adorably stupid and wickedly clever or just ridiculously tiny and defenseless and all those other things all at once, and feels far, far too many feelings about the idea.

His heart fucking hurts with how many feelings he feels about that idea, in fact.

Alright. Ruled out sneaking out to get an abortion, apparently.

Jason can't actually be a real mom, though. He can't protect a pup with his lifestyle, much less properly raise one. Catherine tried, at least, but Sheila was an absolute piece of shit, and those are his only examples so far as "mothering" behavior goes because he is just not emotionally prepared to ever count Selina, and not even because of her actually being an alpha and therefore more the "fathering" type or all the times he tried to get her arrested back in the day. So just–just how would he ever know how to be a mom for some poor stupid kid who'd probably be just as much of a mouthy, difficult brat as he'd always been? How would he know how to be a mom for a kid genetically crazy enough to jack the fucking Batmobile's tires? How?!

Maybe . . . maybe Roy would want them, though, or . . . or something. He wants Lian even though she's Cheshire's, after all. And Jason couldn't put any pup up for adoption unless he was absolutely sure they weren't Kori's because of the whole alien superpowers issue, obviously, but that's what DNA tests are for, right? And who knows, maybe Kori would want them herself, if they were hers.

Jason would have to actually ask to know if either of them would even want a pup that was half him, of course, which just sounds like some fresh fucking hell right there.

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"Mr. Luthor? You with us?"

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?"

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots.

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses.

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough."

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly.

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Clark wakes up.

Clark didn't even know he wasn't awake.

"Superman," Bruce says with absolute neutrality. He's wearing the cowl. Standing in rubble. Clark is . . . not standing in rubble.

Laying in rubble. That's what Clark is doing.

Bruce is looking down at him very, very carefully, and seems . . . reserved.

Reserved for Bruce, even.

"What happened?" Clark asks, trying not to concentrate on the little seed of dread that the sight of that reservation invokes in him. He can hear the heartbeats of other League members, here and there in the wreckage of the street around them. Hear civilians and city noise. Hear Lois and Jon, distantly, and Ma and Pa, even more distant. And . . . Kara–both of her–and . . .

"We'll go with 'electrocution', but I think we can safely say just about anyone else would've been virtually incinerated," Bruce informs him, distracting Clark from his mental rundown of people he's currently worried about. "Or just exploded."

"Ah," Clark says with a grimace. Well, that explains why his head hurts so damn bad, he guesses.

At least it was him, then, and not any "anyone else"s.

#joyfire #jason todd #kon el #superboy #clark kent #bruce wayne #plotbunny-bundle #omegaverse #abortion mention #did not have 'shock' so I gave you 'electrocution' lol #wip: jason goes home #wip: amazon kon #wip: the parasite

[secattention]

#CultivateElev8 #on Tik Tok #awareness #gas #gas stoves #fossil fuels #rockefeller had petroleum classified as a ''fossil fuel'' in the late 1800's #fossil fuels are ''apparently created by rotting plant & animal life from the imaginary dinosaur era'' #one problem with this Theory is petroleum is found much farther in the Earth than any plant or animal life would be found #in fact the majority is found that way #Petroleum is the Second Most Abundant Source of Liquid Found on Earth #Water is the First #there is no Supply/Demand Issue with Petroleum...it is all a Theory Tail created by the parasites so they can Control & Manipulate YOU #NOT to mention Steal from Your Pocket Book...but then the parasites got you paying for Water now...soon it will be Air!! #do your own research #challenge what you know #the lies are many #the story of Your History & the things You have been taught in schools were created by the parasites #it was rockefeller who wanted & did start the schooling system #he wanted to Train Slaves for the Work Force...he says it himself... #unlearn the lies #use your intuition & relearn the truths

[hersurvival]

Gentle PSA:

You deserve someone who enjoys it when you go on a tangent about your interests or the knowledge you have about a subject.

You deserve someone not just willing but excited to go on that journey with you. To let you feel and encourage your passions.

#we were listening to a podcast in the truck #they mentioned water hemlock #and i got so very excited #to tell him everything i knew #“yeah” #“i remember you mentioning it before” #then rafflesia was mentioned #i showed him the scientific notes i took #for my parasitic plant poem #he got mad #he couldn't hear the podcast #same thing happened watching fallout #i let out a small “what why” #and he pauses it #“are you done?” #“can i press play now?” #rant #updates

[parakaryote]

The Weird Microorganism Iceberg

I basically made this on an impulse, please don’t take it too seriously. Feel free to suggest more organisms!

Explanations under the cut.

Tardigrades: You probably all know this one. Commonly said to be polyextremophiles, but this isn’t actually true; while they can survive extreme conditions, they don’t thrive in them. Something you might not know about them is that all of their body segment genes are equivalent to arthropod head genes — meaning they are basically walking heads.

Demodex: Eyelash mites.

Diatoms: Geometric silicon shell creatures.

Nylon-eating bacteria (Paenarthrobacter ureafaciens KI72): Exactly what it says on the tin.

Myxozoa: Single-celled parasitic cnidarians. Lack digestive systems, circulatory systems, gonads, and even muscles in some species. Also may or may not be autonomous cancer cells.

Thiomargarita: The only macroscopic bacteria. Honorary microorganisms for the purposes of this image.

Wolbachia: Parasitic / mutualistic bacteria genus that has created numerous insect species through their effects on reproduction. (Infected females can become capable of parthenogenesis, while infected males are either killed, turned into females, or limited to reproducing only with females infected by the same strain.)

Deinococcus radiodurans: A bacterium which unofficially holds the title of “most extreme extremophile”. Can survive incredibly high doses of radiation, as well as high acidity and very low temperatures.

Dicyemida: Symbiotic (once mistakenly thought to be parasitic) animals that live in cephalopod kidneys. Have alternation of generations and used to be known as “Rhombozoa” (“rhombus animals”).

Facetotectans: Parasitic crustaceans with an unknown adult form. Attempts to artificially induce metamorphosis only produce another juvenile stage, as far as anyone can tell.

Metal-breathing bacteria: Bacteria which use nanowires to accept electrons from metals.

Limnognathia: One of the smallest animals, and has 15-part extensible jaws.

Disulforudis audaxviator: The only known organism to comprise a single-species ecosystem. Lives over a mile underground and feeds off the byproducts of radioactive decay.

Salinella salve: Possibly nonexistent simple animal, allegedly cultured by Johannes Frenzel in 1892 but never found by anyone else.

Warnowiids (Warnowiaceae): A family of dinoflagellates which have modified some of their organelles into an eye… which somehow works well enough for them to aim their stingers at prey, despite them having no brain (or even other cells) to process the images.

Haloquadratum walsbyi: A square that lives in salt.

Dicopomorpha echmepterygis: The smallest known insect, a parasitoid wasp smaller than a Paramecium.

Hemimastigophora: A group of organisms recently discovered to be an early-splitting branch of the eukaryotes.

Monocercomonoides: A genus of “excavate” “protists” (both terms are polyphyletic, lol) that lack mitochondria… or even the genes for them.

Parakaryon myojinensis: The only complete incertae sedis, for which not even the domain is known. Has an odd mix of eukaryote and prokaryote-like features, leading to speculation that they represent a second incidence of endosymbiosis (aka Eukaryota 2.0). Also my blog’s namesake.

Collodictyon: Considered unclassifiable for a long time. Not really that weird in and of itself, tbh.

Kamera lens: Continuing the theme, this is an alga that has proven weirdly difficult to classify despite having been known for centuries (though it’s been narrowed down to the Ochrophyta). Its funny name makes it a pain to look up.

Jeongeupia sacculi: Recently-discovered multicellular(!) bacterium. Unlike everything else on here, it doesn’t have a Wikipedia page (yet).

Meteora sporadica: “Protist” which moves by rowing with a pair of arm-like appendages. Another difficult-to-classify organism, although a study from earlier this year suggests they are related to the Hemimastigophora.

Kakabekia barghoorniana: Apparent Paleoproterozoic living fossil that looks like an umbrella.

Magosphaera planula: A sphere which splits apart into amoeba-like cells, observed by Ernst Haeckel in 1869. Also possibly nonexistent / misidentified.

#biology #microbiology #zoology #bacteriology #protist #archaea #parasite mention #cancer mention