#Enypniastes
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Animal of the Day!
Headless Chicken Monster (Enypniastes eximia)
(Photo by NOAA)
Conservation Status- Unlisted
Habitat- Atlantic Ocean; Pacific Ocean; Indian Ocean
Size (Weight/Length)- 25 cm
Diet- Crustaceans; Benthic sediment
Cool Facts- While this creature has a horrifying name and appearance, it’s simply a swimming sea cucumber. Also called the pink see-through fantasia (which is a way cooler name), these cucumbers travel along the sea floor up to 6,000 meters deep. They eat mostly benthic sediment, essentially the waste product of the ocean ranging from tiny bits of food to fish eggs to literal waste. After feeding, their intestine becomes visible through their transparent skin. Little is known about the headless chicken monster’s way of reproduction due to their difficult to visit home.
Rating- 13/10 (Living life to its fullest.)
Requested by @nannygram
#animal of the day#animals#sea cucumber#marine animal#tuesday#june 20#headless chicken monster#Enypniastes#biology#science#conservation#the more you know
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oarfish fandragon
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Enypniastes or Headless Chicken Fish
While it's also referred to as the Spanish Dancer, I prefer this name. And despite its name, it's not actually a fish. It's actually a type of free-swimming sea cucumber! It spends most of it's time on the floor, sifting through sediment for food, but can swim in the water column (something rare for sea cucumbers!)
#marine biology#marine bio#marine life#marine animals#marine creatures#ocean#oceans#sea#sea life#sea creatures#sea animals#animals#sea cucumber#headless chicken fish#marine ecology#wildlife#nature#animal facts#biology#science#ecology#icthyology#weird animals#cool animals#fun facts#earth#conservation#animal#true facts
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Meet EXI, a sea cucumber who likes to show off using her bio-luminescence!
Another OC and another two art pieces to practice poses and shading techniques, as well as some inner body anatomy!
This is a bit more suggestive posing than I usually do, but I thought that would both, fit her very well, and be great practice! <3
3 alternate versions, I'd love to know which one is your favorite, 1/2/or 3!
Here's a wikipedia article about them!! Super cool
(Warning, they are kinda gross)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enypniastes
#digital art#artists on tumblr#furry artist#oc#doodle#art practice#sea cucumber#anthro girl#furry girl#anthro furry#anthro#art posing#slime girl#translucent girl#3am art#random motivation to draw a fish I saw#pose practice#anatomy practice#anatomy study#beginner artist#suggestive cw#suggestive art#fish girl#goo girl#viscera
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#053: Cloudkip
You can find plenty of these critters high in the sky! They use their wing-like cape to leisurely soar from cloud to cloud, eating them along the way! They can often be seen hugging a little tuft of cloud with their arms, this is an emergency snack, gotta be prepared for cloudless days!
Inspired by Sea Pigs! (Both Scotoplanes and Enypniastes) And more specifically sea pigs that evolved to live in the clouds! From my Speculative Biology project!
#Nimalings#creature design#species design#sea cucumber#holothurian#Cloudkip#I am soooo happy with this lil guy ==:)))))
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From @the-original-sineater
From and by @the-original-sineater for @womble1
Fandom: Thunderbirds
Rating: Gen
Genre: Family
Characters: Gordon, Virgil, and the Deep Ocean
I got three dialogue prompts for this and managed to work two of them in.
Prompts used: “Is that meant to do that?” “How many?!” with just a bit of creative license.
I hope my receipt doesn't mind. For your enjoyment some FishTank.
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Pressure
“Is it meant to do that?”
Gordon couldn’t risk the glance back at his passenger, the cross-currents here were savage, which was to be expected where the Antarctic Circumpolar Current met with the Drake Passage and some of the outflow of the South Sandwich Trench. Okay, he always grinned at the name of the SST, but this time it was more grimace than a grin.
“If you mean spin like a drunk top, then yes. It’s cyclonic on the outside and anticyclonic within the cavity.” Which was a fascinating thing to see, but not right now. Not when there was a deep water sub stuck below the abyssal zone. Yes, there is a zone below the abyssal, it’s called the hadopelagic and personally, it scared the socks off of Gordon.
He loved the oceans and nearly everything that swam in them (not iguanas - nope, didn’t love them), but the things in the hadopelagic? He was pretty sure they were actual aliens from somewhere else. That wasn’t even counting the fact they would be dealing with possibly 750 atmospheres of pressure. There would be no EVA for him. Even with all of Brains’ skill, his deep rig couldn’t handle that sort of pressure. He was 90% certain that Four could, but when you got that deep the rules had a habit of changing on you.
Things were quiet for a bit as Four dove deep into the twilight zone. The upwelling of nutrient-rich water was keeping the water cloudy. At least the humans were quiet, Four, on the other hand, let everyone know as she hit a new depth that her hull didn’t like. Gordon appreciated the creaks and thumps. They meant that Four was holding true.
Somehow the black of the twilight gave way to the deeper dark of the midnight. Here were where some of the most known creatures of the deep ocean lived. Gordon kept the lights on so they might be able to catch glimpses of some of the midnight zone’s inhabitants.
“Gordon?”
He glanced back at his brother. Virgil was staring out the aft starboard viewport. “Yeah?”
Virgil tilted his head to the right. “What the actual Hell is that?” His voice was full of calm wonder.
Gordon turned back around to see and broke out grinning. “That my dear brother is Enypniastes. More commonly known as the ‘headless chicken monster’." Which it did with its bulbous, tapering body and its stubby upper tentacles that looked like the plucked wings of a chicken.
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Gordon popped the ‘p’. “Its other names include Spanish dancer and pink see-through fantasia, but only the little ones are pink. Headless chicken monster is more fun to say though.”
“I’m pretty sure nature was drunk when she designed that one.”
Gordon laughed. “Bro, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
-o-o-o-o-
Four groaned as she took the weight of nearly 600 atmospheres. Her max limit was 8000 meters because even calhelium could only take so much stress. One of the reasons Four’s viewports were 15 centimeters thick.
“Is that normal?” Virgil had become very quiet as they’d passed through the bottom of the midnight and into the abyssal. The midnight was a raver of life compared to the abyssal. Virgil had been so quiet that Gordon had almost forgotten his brother was there and jumped slightly at the question.
“Which part? This is the Deep Ocean and it’s got a very different degree of normal.” Four creaked, almost in answer to Gordon. He patted her console. “I know, girl. I know.”
“That for one thing. I knew the pressures down here were huge, but - “
“But knowing and experiencing are two different things.” Gordon finished for him. “Yeah, I know.” He looked over his shoulder at his brother, pale as the depths leached the color from him. “This is as normal as it gets down here. If we’re lucky, TritonQuest will only need the float bags.” He brought his attention back to the controls. “I’m still not 100% sure if explosives will behave correctly down here.” Which was why Virgil was with him, in case they needed to free the research sub from the rockfall that had trapped it.
“Because of the - GOD!”
Gordon jerked as something light-colored passed in front of them. “GEEZ!” An appendage flicked and the thing was gone.
“What was that?” Virgil was breathless.
“Not a clue, too fast for the eyeball camera, but let’s check Four’s.” Gordon had been recording for the entire descent for this very reason. Who knew what might show itself? The still frame showed a slender body with a long nose and a whip-thin tail. “Damn.”
“Gordon?”
He shook himself. “I think that’s Rhinochimaeridae. Or at least the family. No one’s documented one this deep before.”
“Long nose chimera?” The humor in Virgil’s voice brightened the gloom.
“Hey, don’t look at me! I didn’t name it. One of the common names is ghostfish.” Looking at the bleached-out form, it was easy to see why.
The descent was broken by the occasional sighting of a deep ocean denizen and the creaks, thuds, and groans from Four as she went deeper and deeper.
The sensor started to ping with the TritonQuest’s signal and Gordon swung Four to follow the signal. Cliffs and canyons started to appear out of the gloom as they threaded their way to the stuck sub. The pinging grew in frequency until it was a steady whine and they could see the fresh scar on the face of one canyon wall.
“Thunderbird Four, calling TritonQuest. Come in TritonQuest.” Gordon worked on his breathing and ignored the creaks from Four. This was some of the deepest water he’d ever been in.
“TritonQuest here, receiving you 3x3 Thunderbird Four, and damn glad to hear you.”
Not great, but not awful either. “Understood TritonQuest, you’re 5x5 here. Status?”
“A bloody big hunk of a wall fell on us. Other than that, decent. No leaks. We just can’t move.”
“Well, let me see what we can do about that, TritonQuest. Keep listening out on this frequency.”
“Confirmed Thunderbird Four, and thanks.”
“Don’t thank us yet,” Gordon muttered. “Virg, what’s the scan of the sub say?” Not for the first time, Gordon wished that Four was big enough for a full sensor array, but there was only so much room in his girl.
“I’ve seen shattered glass that looked better.” Virgil manipulated the hologram and pointed at two spots. “If we can get a lift bag there and there, we should be able to get the sub up enough to attach more.”
“And if we can’t?” Not that Gordon doubted his girl, but this was the hadal zone and he just didn’t trust it.
Virgil crossed his arms and thought. “We might, might be able to use Four’s arms to move the rocks to free it, but - it’s chancy.” He pointed at the trench wall above the TritonQuest. “That is just riddled with cracks, and a strong breeze could make it collapse more.”
Gordon looked at the pressure gauge and did the math. He did not like the answer. “I’m not sure we can.”
“What?”
Gordon ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure we can. Four’s limit is 8000 meters. Down here it’s one atmosphere for every ten meters. We’re already at 7953 meters and TritonQuest is still fifty meters down. We’d exceed her limit by 3 meters.”
“How many?! Come on Gordon, it’s three meters. Those people are depending on us.”
Gordon’s jaw tightened. “I know that. But those three meters, that's the difference between us going home and us finding out what an implosion feels like from the inside. For the couple of nanoseconds that we’re alive to experience it.”
“Then how can the TritonQuest survive it?” Virgil’s eyes narrowed as he tried to work the problem.
Gordon made a minor adjustment to keep Four at her current depth. “TritonQuest is a specialized sub, specifically built to handle these depths. Four is a generalist. She’s got to work in a lot more areas.” He grinned, “Sometimes even in the air.”
Virgil huffed out a laugh; even by iR standards that had been a wild day. “Okay, we have two options: 1, we get as close as we can and fire the lift bags at the two areas we have access to. If that fails, we move on to option 2, which is getting as close as we can and using Four’s arms to move the rocks pinning them.”
“There is no option 2, Virgil. Four’s arms can’t survive those forces either.” Gordon’s hands tightened on the controls. This was a submariner’s worst nightmare, being trapped in their ship, never able to leave it. That’s why submarines that never made it home were listed as ‘still on patrol’ or ‘still on mission’. Why the names of the Lost were read out on the radio once a year. So those souls knew they hadn’t been forgotten. Gordon gave himself a shake, those were far too morbid of thoughts. They were going to get TritonQuest and her crew back.
“Then what’s the plan?” Virgil’s voice was soft.
Gordon angled the dive planes and sent Four deeper into the dark. “The only one that matters: we make sure that everyone goes home.” He activated the comms again. “Thunderbird Four calling TritonQuest.”
“Reading you 3x3, Thunderbird Four.”
“Stand by, I’m going to launch a lift bag to your rear section.”
“Copy, Thunderbird Four. Listening out.”
Gordon launched the first float shell. It would attach with the same tech that Brains used for the gecko gloves. After that, it would just be a matter of getting the lift bags to inflate. Which at the depths they were currently at was a big question mark.
One they weren’t going to have the answer to as the shell passed the 8000-meter mark, wavered on its course, then imploded.
There was a moment of deep quiet in Thunderbird Four.
“That - “
“Yeah, this is the Deep Ocean and she plays by a different set of rules.”
“How many lift bags does Four carry?”
Gordon wanted to poke fun at Virgil not knowing Four’s load out. Gordon knew how many Two carried -- eight -- but this was too important. Brother teasing would have to wait. “Six.” He swallowed and tried again. There was a soft intake of breaths as the shell passed the 8000-meter mark and continued downward, only to skim across the exposed rear section and hit a boulder instead.
Gordon swore softly. They could lift TritonQuest with two of the floats but Four would have to stand by to help if need be. Three floats would be good and four would be best. But he was going to be cautious; this was the hadal zone and things had a way of not going to plan.
A hand landed on Gordon’s shoulder. “You’ve got this.” Virgil’s voice was full of rock-solid belief.
Gordon took a deep breath, dropped his shoulders, and let it out slowly. “TritonQuest, firing.” Then he grasped the controls again, activated the targeting, sighted, and pulled the trigger. Once again there was a soft ‘thunk’ as the lift bag launched.
Gordon tracked the shell and held his breath once more. This time the shell landed on the trapped sub’s exposed rear section and stuck. Gordon started breathing again and Virgil’s hand tightened on his shoulder.
“Thunderbird Four, I sure hope that was you and not more of the wall falling.”
“That was me, TritonQuest. Lining up for the second float bag now.” Thunderbird Four projected a calm and reassurance that Gordon wasn’t sure he felt. Virgil’s hand was a comfortable weight on his shoulder. Gordon took another deep breath, targeted, and fired again, this time at the topside midship. He couldn’t hear the impact, but he felt it in his bones. The reverberating thud as a secure contact was made. Usually a bad, almost terrifying sound, but now? It was the sound of hope.
“Deploying floats, TritonQuest. Hang on, it might be a bit bumpy.”
“Considering the alternative, we’ll take bumpy Thunderbird Four.”
“Copy that, TritonQuest.” Please, Neptune, be merciful, you don’t need them in your court today, was Gordon’s prayer as he triggered the lift bags. If they could just get the other sub into Four’s range, they could help to pull her up. Not to mention attaching more lift bags to aid in the endeavor. He started to breathe again as both float bags inflated to about a third of their size.
“Gordon, what’s wrong with the lift bags?” Virgil had brought the hologram forward and was flicking through the calculations.
“Not a thing,” Gordon said, smiling. “It’s too cold down here and pure O2 is too dense. Once it starts to warm up, they’ll increase in size and get more lift.” The cables that attached the bags to the sub straightened as they started to pull toward the surface. It was odd watching rocks falling and not hearing them as the TritonQuest slowly pulled free of her almost tomb. The sediment that was stirred up by the rocks and by her leaving clung to her like a bride’s veil.
“Boyle’s Law, I should have remembered.” Virgil leaned forward, his hand back on Gordon’s shoulder as he watched the slow motion movement.
Gordon set Four into reverse. The further he got from Four’s limit the happier he’d be.
“Thunderbird Four, we’re showing upward movement. PLEASE confirm.”
Gordon’s smile grew. “I can confirm, TritonQuest. It’s going to be slow, but we’ll get you out.”
“Thank you, Thunderbird Four! I’ll stand for drinks at whatever port you name.”
“Make that offer once we’ve gotten topside, TritonQuest. I’m not going to offend anyone listening by being too full of myself.” Gordon could feel Virgil’s gaze and he muted the mike. “Down here, I’m as superstitious as they come, Virg.”
Virgil nodded. He and every other member of the family were pilots. They all had superstitions, even John, though he'd never admit it out loud. He pointed to the depth meter. “They just passed 8000 meters, do we take the chance at another lift bag?”
“No, I want to keep those in reserve just in case. We’ll match their ascent the whole way. It’ll take awhile, but it’s the safest course.” Gordon set Four to just that.
Virgil sat back in the passenger seat. “So, since we have the time, tell me more about the creatures down here.”
Fin
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#tag team secret santa#tag team secret santa 2022
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world build for Cassia? :00
MY DAUGHTER. YES!!!!! She's not out yet but she's so so so special to me.
B A S I C S
full name: Cassia Eaimia
gender: Cisfemale
sexuality: Unlabeled
pronouns: She/Her
O T H E R S
family: Enypniastes Eximia Mom
birthplace: Alternia
job: Lofi music creator
phobias: Scopophobia, Autophobia, loud noises
guilty pleasures: Seashell collecting
M O R A L S
morality alignment?:
sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath [N/A]
virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice
T H I S - O R - T H A T
introvert/extrovert: Introvert
organized/disorganized: Organized
close minded/open-minded: Open-minded
calm/anxious: Anxious
disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable to an extent
cautious/reckless: Cautious
patient/impatient: Patient
outspoken/reserved: Reserved
leader/follower: Follower
empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic
optimistic/pessimistic: Ambivert
traditional/modern: I'd say a little of both, depends
hard-working/lazy: Hard-working
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
otp: N/A
ot3: N/A
brotp: N/A
notp: N/A
[She's available for shipping!]
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Day 9: Enypniastes Eximia.
Also known as the headless chicken monster! My favourite deep-sea creature but boy was this a tough study. Took me over 2 hours actually oops.
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On the Sea Cucumber Salon
Yup, there's now evidence of me cleaning a holothurian with a toothbrush, courtesy Cindy.
(Enypniastes eximia — I think — the more famous swimming sea cucumber, and it was pretty intact, and sharing a jar with a mashed specimen, so it was gunked up.)
I actually ended up splitting the samples, and grabbing a new barcode for the good specimen, because the mashed critter was leaking muck and fluids into the ethanol… which meant that the other one was getting manky.
These little weirdos are very delicate and it’s worth taking a bit more care if you get one intact. The deep sea holothurians are so diverse and extraordinary, and their anatomy can be utterly baffling — much harder to ID and understand if they’re damaged and/or filthy.
The image below has three in pretty good condition - bit of crap on them, but they're mucousy on the outside and stuff just sticks to them, so that's pretty normal.
Alternatively, you could get a specimen that looks like this:
Bit of a bummer all round, honestly.
Just to be clear, the Sea Cucumber Salon was a rare event! If a specimen was very robust and sandy, or it seemed like I could clean it up a bit without damaging it, and — most of all — if I had a few minutes to spare (usually I did not)? Then I’d have a go at grooming the holo.
Most of the species we collected from the deep sea were simply too delicate and soft to tolerate that kind of thing; those that were large and robust usually didn’t need it.
But it was weirdly satisfying to spend a couple of minutes at the task and then realise I could actually SEE some of the soft tissue structures now.
Of course… now I’m the lady who grooms sea cucumbers with a toothbrush and that’s a level of eccentric you just don’t come back from, so fuck it, lean all the way in, right?
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oo if ud like to do another sea oddity there's the
enypniastes, aka "headless chicken monster"
Oh my lord, this is absolutely going on the list. I don't know whether to be amazed or horrified at nature rn. Sea cucumbers are either adorable or cursed, there is no in-between.
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clione and enypniastes fandragons
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Bir araştırma gemisi, bilim adamları tarafınca Şili kıyılarındaki gemilerinden safir derinliklerine doğru yönlendirildi ve bu, uzakta beyazımsı bir damla görünene kadar ortalama bir saat sürdü. Denizaltı yaklaşırken, alışveriş çantası sahtekarı ten rengi bir görünüme haiz, parıldayan bir canavara dönüştü. Miami Habercisi.Schmidt Okyanus Enstitüsü 7 Şubat'ta bunun "başsız tavuk canavarı" yada derin deniz hıyarı Enypniastes eximia bulunduğunu duyurdu.Kurum, derin deniz salatalıklarının bu isimle anılmasının sebebinin, "hazırlanmış ve kavrulmaya hazır bir tavuğa" benzemeleri bulunduğunu belirtti. Bir videoda "Başsız tavuk canavarı" görülüyor. Vücudu, ona göz kamaştırıcı bir görünüm kazandıran minik beyaz noktalarla kaplanmıştır ve ona neredeyse insan kalbine benzer bir görünüm kazandırır. Ek olarak vücudunun bir ucunda paraşüte benzeyen kanatçığı kaldırıp indirerek hareket eder.Ulusal Okyanus ve Atmosfer İdaresi, daha iyi malum solucan şeklindeki deniz salatalıklarının aksine, derin deniz salatalıklarının "kısa süreler" süresince yüzebildiğini belirtmektedir. Enstitü sözcüsü Logan Mock-Bunting'e nazaran, derin deniz salatalıkları dünyanın her yerinde bulunuyor ve Schmidt Ocean'ın araştırma dalışları esnasında "oldukça sık" görülüyor. McClatchy Haberleri.Mock-Bunting, "Bu, hidroid yada jöle poliplerle kaplı şeklinde görünmüş olduğu için oldukca sıra dışıydı ve bu daha ilkin asla görmediğim bir şeydi" dedi.Polipler, denizanasını da içeren ilgili bir canlı grubu olan hidroidlerin yaşam döngüsünün bir bileşenidir. Hayvanlar erişkin olarak tanınmadan ilkin polip aşamasından geçerler.
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have a enypniastes/pink sea through fantasia/deep-sea sea cucumber
#mermay 2021#merfolk#mermaid#enypniastes mermaid#body horror just in case#yall this thing has so many different names#have a non ask merm haha#also ahahah saw the replies on the answering old merm asks posts thanks yall#probs should've mentioned beforehand that I'm not gonna be super sweaty in posting a merm everyday if that hasn't been obvious hgdfg#edit: crawls back onto the internet because ayooooo thanks for the radar tumblr stafffff#-squints-#idk if it's one peep or different peeps who keep picking my posts but thank you for liking my art ahqhjfdf
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The Pink Sea-Through Fantasia (Enypniastes eximia) is a deep-sea sea cucumber (an echinoderm - related to sea stars and sea urchins). One of two species in the genus, both have evolved webbed swimming structures that allow them to move off the sea floor - an unusual adaptation for sea cucumbers.
Photo by Laurence Madlin
#Enypniastes eximia#pink see through Fantasia#pink#sea cucumber#aesthetic#marine biology#sea creatures#ocean animals#animals#strange animals#exotic animals#see through#sea cucumbers#sea life#sea animals#ocean creatures#ocean life#ocean#marine life#marine animals#echinoderm#adaptation
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