#symbiotic and parasitic relationships

[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

[puppetmaster13u]

You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j

Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)

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   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 

   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 

   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 

   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 

   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 

   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 

   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 

   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 

   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 

   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 

   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 

   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 

   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.

   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 

   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 

[thewormlogs]

circle of the spore druid + warlock multi class thri-kreen i made! based on cordyceps and ants :)

[hazelelel]

Relationship between Severus Snape and another character and they get along really unusually well and no one knows why but they don't want to question a miracle. Then one day the character is like, "Oh hey let me cast my Patronus" and it's a freaking magpie.

And everyone is like "ohhhhhh..."

[swankpalanquin]

A mycorrhiza... is a mutual symbiotic association between a fungus and a plant

[quietwingsinthesky]

bro i gotta make an oc that can just like. make out with a guy. without getting fucked up and weird about it instead.

[tea-kettlezz]

God Slay the Princess really has changed my brain chemistry forever bc now I'm finding things in CoDZ EE songs, Coming Home in particular, that tie into the theme of love and relationships

"I swear to you, I'll kill them all, I'll make them suffer" "all that I am will be coming home now," "I did it all for you" can only make me think of avenging a loved one and reuniting after death. Or being reborn into something worse from the loss of a loved one

[cookinguptales]

that moment when you can’t remember the word for symbiosis so you just blurt out CODEPENDENT… BUT GOOD?? at your father

[misfit-crew]

I love horror with evil homes. I love a house that hates its residents. I love Home from Welcome Home because it is totally evil and would eat me if given the chance,

[sentientobjects]

i have object bio hcs u couldnt even Fathom

[s1renidae]

grrrr i hate having so many cool Ideas and lacking the technical skills to bring them to life i wanna draw my cool ocs in their cool horror-fantasy world

[kurokoros]

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[islucyferal]

It's really weird to live in a state of being where I don't feel all that sad my mom is dead but I am kinda sad that I'm not sad.

Like, my mom wasn't the worst mom in the world. She wasn't around as much as she probably should've been, but I can gladly say that most of my memories with her are happy ones. I grieved and moved on.

But all the poems I see, stories and people I hear, talk about how that grief never goes away. How a loss like that forever leaves a hole and the sadness is always below the surface.

So there's this weird kinda twisted form of fomo there, y'know? These poems are beautiful, these speeches are tasteful, the art is incredible. But I cannot relate to the people who are crying. I can't relate to the people who say it shook them to their cores, who saw and heard these things and felt seen.

It's like standing at the edge of the spotlight, just on the fringe of being understood but not having the ability to step into it.

And I know it's absolutely crazy to complain about not suffering, to be upset that I can't cry too. But when every piece I've seen talks about the opposite of my experience, it starts to feel lonely. Like I took the wrong steps somewhere and now I'm out of sync.

And it's a weird state of existence.

[dreamdisk]

Terapagos literally spends it's time connecting to minds and experiencing their dreams so that it can dream more. It is an ever expanding library of dreams that may only stop expanding when dreams stop entirely.

[dsmpsupersecretau]

Wait is Ranboo/Enderwalk like Eddie Brock/Venom?

yep basically where i got the idea

[roetrolls]

I just think it’s really funny that THIS is the creature Remora is named after

Not the shark, this little bitch

There he is… His Faithful Devotion