anonymous asked:

Error and Fresh reacting to their S/O being hurt by the other (e.g. Fresh's is killed or hurt by Error's world destroying tendencies and Error's is infected by the Fresh parasite


When he sees that you’re infected, he’s eternally cringing and does whatever he can to get away from you. He doesn’t care that you use to be his S/O, he just HATES that 90′s Nightmare. If you do get close to him he will tie you up and use whatever means necessary to get that parasite out of you. 


He loses you when Error destroys your world. Oh well. He just shrugs and move on. Fresh doesn’t have emotions. 


finally figuring out what adi looks like after years of vague hand-waving. he’s sort of an alien parasite who jumps bodies and pretends to be the devil so he’s hard to pin down. i still have to sort out his alien look 100% (big long + face designs in the bottom area here). denzelle’s character

I found out in early February that I was pregnant, and about a month later that I was pregnant with twins.

I’ve always been on the fence about having children at all. I find the assumption that every woman wants to weird and uncomfortable. I find the fawning way people react to babies nauseating and out of proportion. They just??? Cry and poop??? And the general idea of pregnancy so flies in the face of reality: “It’s such a beautiful time in a woman’s life!” You’re going to be nauseous and gassy and fat and exhausted and have hemorrhoids and heartburn and generally all the symptoms of supporting an 8 pound parasite. You can have hernias and tears and incontinence and infection from delivery, not to mention all the stuff that can be wrong with the baby.

(Probably my feelings on this have something to do with my gender identity being slightly off-kilter, but that’s a whole other autobiographical essay.)

I am also just contrary enough that if my parents were encouraging me to have babies I would have said no. No. Absolutely not. Don’t fucking tell me what to do.

I like children, though, from about the time they learn to talk up. They’re fun and curious and make way more sense than adults. And raising a child is one of the biggest chances the average person has to shape the future.

Still, I could do without it. I could die peacefully without ever reproducing. Not sure that I could say the same if I never write a novel, say.

But my husband wanted to be a dad, and I love him, so that pushed me off the fence. He wasn’t pushy about it. He left it up to me. And if we were going to…. I’m 30 years old. I’m happily married. I’m as financially stable as I’m ever going to be. It was time, especially if we wanted to keep the possibility of having more than one open. But I also knew I was never consciously going to be able to pee on an ovulation strip and say “let’s make a baby” so I went off birth control some time in August, let what would happen, happen. And there was no way I was going to go to any heroic measures–or any measures at all, really–if it didn’t. I would have taken it as a sign that I shouldn’t, seen it as fate taking the decision out of hands.

(Partially this is because I trust chance more than I trust myself, but that’s also a whole other autobiographical essay)

So, pregnancy! A surprise but not a shock. Then twins. More surprising. Twins do NOT run in my family. Well, wanted to have two maximum, so knock ‘em both out at once. A little alarming. But my husband and I could scramble to handle and afford it, with a lot of help and hand-me-downs from some friends who have year and a half old twins.

I went to the doctor yesterday for an end of first trimester screen and one of them didn’t have a heartbeat. From its size, it looked like it had stopped having a heartbeat at about 9 weeks.

I’m a nurse. I’ve never had any interest in OBGYN (I am too fucking gay to be looking at genitals and breasts of women of child bearing age on the regular, besides my general ambivalence towards babies), but I took the classes. I know the stuff that can go wrong. I was saying to my husband the night before that in 30% of multiple pregnancies, one of them doesn’t make it to term, that it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. That it’s usually a chromosomal abnormality, that if they weren’t going to survive in the womb they weren’t going to survive outside of it. That if it happens in the first trimester, the other baby is usually fine.

Part of how I cope with things is to consider every likely outcome before it happens and just… accept it. Plan what I would do as much as I can and accept it. I thought about this possibility. I thought about the possibility of miscarriage when I thought there was just one. On some level, I thought I would be relieved, seen it as a reprieve until I’m more ready, until we have a house. I’m pro-choice. I don’t think the little 2 cm fetus had any kind of consciousness. I was on the fence about reproducing at all. I’m not a very emotional person. I didn’t think I would be upset.

But I was.

I said something to the doctor about knowing that it happens. I got the time for my next appointment. I forgot to pay my copay. I walked out to my car, called my husband to let him know what happened, sat there for a long while….


I hate crying. Partially because I fancy myself tough, partially because any time anyone tries to comfort me when I’m crying it just makes me cry harder, partially because it is physically miserable for me. I get a headache that lasts all day and my face and eyes are red and blotchy for at least half an hour afterwards. 

I propped my car door open so I could breathe. I cried some more.

A middle-aged lady appeared at my elbow. Well-dressed, thin, hair bleached in streaks, silver cross around her neck. Every suburban mom. A part of me screamed oh no. A part of me recognized her as every well-meaning adult from my childhood.

She crouched by my car door and put one hand on my knee and one hand on my shin. I don’t remember what she said to me, exactly. I told her I was okay, that I had gotten some bad news. She said something about fighting that led me to believe she thought I or someone I loved was sick, so I explained to her what happened, because it wasn’t as bad as all that. I said “Thanks for noticing me,” because even if I kind of wished she’d go away, I also appreciated that she cared.

She’d said she’d been waiting for an appointment, that she’d been noticing other people more because she’d gotten her own bad news recently. (I wish I had asked about that–we were outside the Women’s Pavilion and I know they do some breast cancer treatment–but I wasn’t in much shape to comfort someone else).

She asked if she could pray for me, which didn’t thrill me, but I let her because I didn’t want to say “fuck your god” to this well-meaning stranger. We hugged in the parking lot as she prayed and I cried and somewhere before the “in Jesus’ name” she called me “this sweet girl” which made me want to laugh because I am thirty and I was half a foot taller than her.

I gathered myself together as quickly as I could after that and went to dry out in the parking lot of Bandito Burrito. I ate. I went back to work.

My grandmother had two miscarriages and one still birth before having my dad. My dad says, on her deathbed, she was talking about those lost babies. I think it bothered him, because, well, what about your three sons who are alive and well, mom? But from what I’ve heard from hospice nurses, it’s a common phenomena, talking about or even cradling the dead babe. Maybe their little souls are touching them from the other side as they start to cross over. More likely, our society places such exaggerated importance on motherhood that they always feel the loss of this thing that never happened.

Over 24 hours later, I can’t say that I feel any grief about it at all, but for a moment there…

My earliest memory is of going to a football game with my parents. I was 2 years old. I remember the crowd of people and the cold fall air. I remember my dad toting me around. I remember him buying me a red balloon. Of course my dumb, chubby toddler hands let go of the balloon. I watched it float away. I cried. I kept looking up in the night sky for it long after it was visible.

Maybe this is the first thing I remember because it’s the first bad thing that happened to me that my parents couldn’t fix. I probably wouldn’t have asked for the balloon before I saw it, but for a moment it was mine, big and beautiful and bouncy.

I imagined a little girl or boy and their twin who would be their best friend. I wouldn’t have asked for them, but for a little while they were mine. Now they are gone. Out of reach. Out of sight. Away.

anonymous asked:

Satire is making fun of the powerful, about going out of the box. Mocking the already marginalised, the fat, the nd, the queer, the poc? Is, at best, a monotonous description if the world as it is, and at worst, propagation of violent bigoted parasitical propaganda. I add the Simpsons and the amazing world of Gumball in the fatphobic media list.

Agreed, anon!

-Mod Bella

Round 2 of there being a kid with lice in my son’s preschool. I’m taking it better this time. As the same with the first time a few weeks back - it’s a kindergartener in the local public school who comes for the after school care. Another girl and I’m told my son doesn’t really interact with her. I’m glad that we’ve been using the Fairy Tale spray daily and then aerosol hairspray daily on top of that. We go for a spikey hair look. All the classroom kids are getting checked today and the afterschool kids will be checked when they get off the bus. But as long as they’re combing for nits at home they are allowed to go to school and aftercare. 

I’m fine with blood, snot, poop, internal parasites, whatever. This is THE thing that makes me a crazy lady - I freak out and get itchy at the thought of lice. 

Oh well, he’s due for another haircut anyways. We’ll be going really short again. 

baby-splatter-bones  asked:

i know this is nothing to do with undertale but have you ever had a fear of having a worm parasite live in your intestines? well i know i do and how do you get medication for it? (i cant go to the doctors i have a phobia of needles)

Aren: LLLLEEETSS “NOT” talk about those stuff. There are more children than grownups here.

anonymous asked:

Heya- I love your blog, so beautiful and educational! I have a question if you're comfortable answering. The lovely lady betta I bought a week ago has very definitely come with internal parasites and while I'm hoping to get medicine soon, opinions seem to be either 'nuke from orbit' (Quarantine, medicate, 100% water change, intensive gravel cleaning) or a minimal approach of 'reduce stress & it'll clear up'. Is there an inbetween you could recommend? (10g tank w 2 amano shrimp)

I’m so glad you like my blog! It makes me happy to know that people enjoy it and learn from it. Now, I’ll be honest with you, I have almost no experience with internal parasites. My mom’s fish got some recently, but sadly were too far gone to save by the time either of us noticed.

I definitely wouldn’t just leave it and “reduce stress”. Parasites are not a stress issue, and even if a fish got an illness primarily due to stress, you generally have to treat the illness in addition to eliminating the stressors. Ich is a good example. Fish usually only get ich when they’re stressed (unless they’re exposed to another fish with ich), and even if you get rid of what ever stressed the fish and let him get it, he still has ich. It won’t just go away. In my research on parasites for my mom’s fish, which was by no means extensive, I found that some people recommend soaking flakes or pellets in water with some chopped or crushed garlic. The garlic would soak into the food and kill the parasites when fed to the fish over several days. I’ve never treated this way myself, as none of my fish have ever gotten internal parasites, but it may be worth looking into. From what I saw, that’s even what they put in medicated food. But like I said I didn’t do extensive research nor have I dealt with this personally, so don’t just take my word for it! Perhaps @jayce-space @fishhhhhhh or @toothless-the-betta-fish could help more? 

Autumn: Beer I

First things first: I added Sun&Moon’s Apiary set to my game. It is not as easy to maintain as the apiaries I had before, but I’m willing to get it to work.

Gunda was skilled enough to get the “Writ of Mastery” on the spot.

I added some herbs to their garden, because the hive can be invested with parasites. I wanted to be prepared. (I might delete them later, when family Silbermantel is moving up and sells herbs as well as potions. That’s what I had in mind, when I created them, but it will take some time…)

The apriaries need hives to stock them. And the only way this is possible is to harvest a hive or a queen bee elsewhere.

Gunda had to go to the forest to collect some bees.

I see now
Bodies littering the entrance of
Heaven’s Gate

Fallen angels pierced by
Demons with white wings
With lances gold to match
Their halos

We start where they left off.

The borders of heaven are patrolled by drones
And the devil is god
Is you
Is me
Is an unholy possession
Like an infernal parasite
Infecting our souls
And collecting the remnants of the dead

The sacred tree lies inside
Absorbing every trace flesh  
Of those who die outside its gates
We take one hack and
Our axes turn to ash

So we march back to the well of the moon, of the
Sun and the stars,
Of the wood and the water
And the tree and the earth,
Of the light and the fire
And the stone and the metal,
Of the infinite dark
And its howling meadows,
And forge anew

And this time,
The wood morphs
Into a staff
With a tag on the end that says:
Here lie the hopes and dreams of the killed oppressed, of the millions razed in hellfire, of our tortured friends.
Here lie their echoes.

—  “heaven’s gate” by ben aaron

anonymous asked:

alterasia parasite infecting the El gang?

“Ewww…. Elsword, you’re turning green!”

Aisha pressed a finger against Elsword’s cheeks, which really were slightly colored green. He swatted away that finger. “I’m not!”

“Yes you are. It’s all over your face!”

Aisha studied him carefully with her usual annoyed look, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes. The rest of the Elgang made their way over to Elsword when they heard the commotion coming from the two of them. On seeing Elsword’s greening face, Ara gasped and ran over to him immediately. “Elsword, are you sick?!”

“Hey, hey, what the hell’s happening to my little brother?” Elesis shouted, before walking over to pull and squish his cheeks.  

Elsword pushed them all away. “Nothing’s wrong with me, okay?! Come on, let’s just do this secret dungeon before it closes.”

Picking up their weapons, the Elgang went into the contaminated transporting tunnel.

“Uuugh… I feel sick…” Aisha groaned, rolling onto the floor.

Eve and Ain stared at the rest of the Elgang, green and sick to their stomachs. The physically stronger ones like Raven and Elesis could manage to stand on their own, but the rest of them weren’t doing any better at all. Add especially had it the worst– he sat in a corner unmoving, arms hugging his knees. The nasod continued to enter and analyze data on her holographic screen.

“Alterasia parasite. We’ll be fine. All we have to do is run through the contaminated area again, we will eventually build resistance to them.”

Raven jumped up, staring at Eve in shock. “A-Are you sure this is wise?!”

She was already on her way out. “The data does not lie. The more time we waste the worse our condition will become.”

The only other one who wasn’t infected, Ain, spoke. “Miss Queen, I thought those spores infected nasods too? Why aren’t you sick?”

Eve headed off, not saying a word.  

The nasod queen entered the dungeon again. It would be the 1,063th time since the first parasite infection started, she noted down in her database. While she was unaffected, the rest of the party was ill with a deep green color, only moving from her command. Ain was nowhere to be seen, she forgot where he went.

It’ll be fine, she thought. A few more runs and they’ll be back to normal soon. There’s no error in the data, right…? As the only healthy one in the group…

Some stray thought made her stop and reflect a little bit. Was she really unaffected?  

She looked around confused as the thought was wiped out from her mind. No use standing around here…

They continued into the transporting tunnel.

Requested by @shadowskiel, @calvin-reads-problem-sleuth, and anonymously

Nihilego is a fantastic combination of two terrifying things: jellyfish and parasites. Nihilego’s pokédex entry states “it’s unclear whether or not this Pokémon is sentient,” and that’s as good of a description of a jellyfish as any.

Jellyfish don’t have brains, bones, hearts, or blood. They don’t have a respiratory system (lungs or gills) to breathe, but they do absorb oxygen through their skin. Some are microscopic, and others longer than a blue whale. Some of them are immortal and can de-age themselves. They’re made of 98% water, they barely have a nervous system…and yet these creatures have been around on our planet for more than 650 million years, so they must be doing something right. In fact, jellyfish are the oldest multi-organ creatures on the planet. Despite everything they lack, jellyfish do have some organs: a mouth and a digestive system, and reproductive organs, for example.

There are over 2000 different species of jellyfish, so let’s just narrow it down to those who, like Nihilego, are also parasites: the myxozoans. Myxozoans are in the same phylum as jellyfish, Cnidaria, but are curious little organisms who go one step beyond jellyfish, not even having a mouth or guts. And like many parasites, they literally can’t survive unless they are infecting a host. They do still have stinging tentacles, though, so I guess that’s good.

Myxozoans live inside the bones and cartilage of fish, where they can reproduce inside and cripple their host, or even to some extent, control the fish. Some Myxozoans cause neurological damage that causes a fish to uncontrollably swim in circles. 

When their hosts die, myxozoans use their little jellyfish stingers to sting, therefore infecting, a new fish. 

As shown in Pokémon Sun and Moon, Nihilego has some adverse neurological effects when it infects a host: namely, what it did with Lusamine. If Nihilego is like a Myxozoan, it needs to bond with a human in order to reproduce: and it likely would have killed Lusamine if it could have completed the process.

Nihilego is a jellyfish-like parasitic Myxozoan. It does not have a brain, a respiratory system, a mouth, or guts. It infects hosts and often causes neurological damage.