what if you went into a bar and the bartender was a fungus-girl and when she gave you your drink she said “you seem like a really fungi!” only some of her spores broke off in the drink and when they reached your stomach they started growing and spreading and entering your bloodstream and at last one reached your brain stem where it planted itself firmly and then your own body started acting against your will and you hiked and you climbed to a very tall place, far above all the foliage, and at last the fungi burst out of your eyes, sprouting into a thousand different intricate colors, and before long a bird girl showed up and started poking at your flesh and you realize in your last moments that this is what it’s all about, you were always meant to join the chain of life only as a single link in some monstrous fungi’s reproductive cycle—and before you can even scream the bird girl plucks your head off with her beak. and and and what if it were like a sexual thing
the crazy thing about this is that it took one sentence to ruin this post. this could've been a normal post about how hot it would be to be taken over by the spores of a fungusgirl and be turned into a vehicle for her spores to spread. coulda taken the high road and peppered in some facts about well known endoparasitic fungi of arthropods like Cordyceps or Beauveria. but you described the effects of the helminth Leucochloridium paradoxum, a common parasite of amber snails and not a fungus at all. don't pretend this isn't whats going on either i know the drill. you're tricking thousands of people into reblogging a post about metacercaria and not spores at all. was the concept of a flatwormgirl not appealing enough for your post. did you have to slander fungusgirls for clout
