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p0ssumkingdom · 7 months

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octopus

#octopus #octopus vulgaris #cephalopod #drawing #art

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lennat2 · 9 months

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Hey guys

What animal:

has been around since before dinosaurs ever walked the earth

Has three hearts and nine brains

Has blue, copper based blood

Has 360° vision

Has no ears, but can still hear

Has only one kind photoreceptor, but still sees color

Can change the texture of its skin at will

uses tools

Solves complex puzzles

dreams

Plays

builds cities

Gives great hugs

These guys!!!

#octopus #🐙#octopodes #octopuses #octopi #octopus vulgaris #octopus adorabalis

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thestalkerbunny · 6 months

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I've been on a Mindflayer kick lately-probably because I described them recently as 'Aliens who made BDSM leathers into casual everyday wear.' And I think Octopuses in general are really cool creatures, so here are my design takes on mindflayers.

Mainly that they have ears. like Dumbo Octopuses. Mainly used to cover up their actual ear holes to prevent other weird stuff from getting in there. And that they have thin ass waists Elvira Style. Because technically Octopuses don't have bones. At all. The only hard part about them is their beaks. And Mindflayer's mouthes are described as 'lamprey' like. Which is ANOTHER jawless fish that has no bones, a relative to my OTHER favorite fish-the Hagfish. So ribs? Bones? Not in this Outer Planer Alien Cult Colony.

We have 3 inch waists in this house. And 3 Hearts. And apparently blue blood. And better eyesight than humans?

And an odd love for Leather Laytex Clothing which is totally normal and regulation to Laboratory uniforms, stop asking weird questions.

#TSB Draws #Mindflayers #Illithid #Illithids #Aliens #Dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #Did you know the common octopus is also known as O. Vulgaris?

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ketrinadrawsalot · 1 year

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Octo-ber #22: The Common Octopus is the most abundant octopus in the Atlantic Ocean. They're one of the most intelligent octopuses, being able to navigate mazes, distinguish objects, unscrew jars, and steal bait from traps.

#october #octopus #vulgaris #common octopus #cephalopod #education #art

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mutant-distraction · 1 month

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Giovanni Congia polp

Octopus vulgaris

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smolljester · 17 days

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pretty sure i'm not the first person to realise this, but i'm gonna say it anyway.

Smollusk looks the way that it does because it's literally a baby octopus. very specifically, Smollusk is an octopus vulgaris.

granted, with Splatoon's artstyle, there are some flaws when it comes to finding similarities between the two, but you can't deny that they're not there.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon 3 side order #side order #smollusk #splatoon smollusk

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icecreamwithjackdaniels · 3 months

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Jean Baptiste Vérany (French, 1800–1865). Chromolithographs of cephalopods, from Mollusques Méditeranéens (1851)

Eledon Aldrovandi

Loligo vulgaris

Loligo todarus

Octopus vulgaris

Octopus macropus

Loligo sagittata

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kulapti · 7 months

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Sept 2023, bookbinding of The Wine-Dark Sea by @moorishflower.

Marbled paper by @aetherseer. Design notes under the cut. Fic link in reblogs.

Design notes: The codex design was largely driven by the red and black marbled paper handmade by Æthereal Press and the work's theme of embracing darkness, both the literal darkness of the ocean and space and figurative darkness of what is feared and unknown. Aether generously gave me scraps of the paper I used here for both the cover and endpapers, which reminded me immediately and compellingly of blood in black water, so of course I made an edgy tiny book with it. Some of my friends also gave the opinion the cover looks like stylized wounds, which is again quite appropriate for the fic.

Fun new stuff I tried on this one:

stitched a strip of scrap cloth for faux endbands (looks good)

stenciled title (good try, bad choice of paint)

layered bookcloth design (excellent, much easier than expected)

Octopus illustrations are Octopus macropus (title page) and Octopus vulgaris (epilogue) by Comingio Merculiano in the 1896 monograph Cefalopodi viventi nel Golfo di Napoli (sistematica) by Jatta Guiseppe, accessed via Wikimedia Commons.

Materials: Covers use rayon Italian bookcloth, archival bookboard, marbled paper, cardboard scrap, handmade paper, pH-neutral PVA, machine cut-stencil and acrylic paint. Laser printed text on archival paper; bound with 25/3 linen thread, 100% beeswax, cotton scrap, and cotton cheesecloth mull.

#my art #bookbinding #ficbinding #dreamling #tiny book #artists on tumblr #the sandman #here there be fandom #tailfeather binding #extremely pleased with the cover! except the stencil fail of the spine. my test version went much better than the actual thing |D #teach me to do a new thing on a cover that's already glued on #tiny books #described #id in alt text

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squephalopod · 1 year

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Octopus vulgaris

*judges you from my flawlessly manicured french countryside algae garden*

#cephalopods #marine biology #squid squaturday #octopus ouesday #octopus #week 29

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vintagewildlife · 1 year

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Octopus (Octopus vulgaris) By: Dr. Giuseppe Mazza From: The Complete Encyclopedia of the Animal World 1980

#octopus #cephalopod #mollusk #invertebrate #1980 #1980s #Giuseppe Mazza #The Complete Encyclopedia of the Animal World (1980)

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carriehobbs · 3 months

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Netflix and Chill

I know that the MC wakes up in their own room at the beginning of Chapter 3 in Blood Moon (by @barbwritesstuff), but I've always had this image in my head of my Marco-romancing MC, Mia, falling asleep with him while watching Netflix at the end of Chapter 2. So I wrote about it.

After an exhausting night finding Carrie, bringing her back to the den, and meeting with the Alpha, Mia and Marco watch a documentary. Marco/MC, 1417 words.

Read it on AO3

“This octopus here has sustained damage to one if its nerves. As a result, the octopus can no longer change the colour of its skin, which is controlled by cells called chromatophores. The Octopus vulgaris, or common octopus, however, will regain control over its colouring as the damage to the impacted nerve is naturally repaired over time,” the documentary’s narrator explains as the camera zooms in close on the image of a lone octopus sheltered in a cluster of underwater rocks. The skin of the octopus’s mantle is a milky white in stark contrast to the speckled brown of its arms.

For a second all Mia can think about is the stray, down on the ground in the dirt by a rusty swing set. The taste of rotten blood. Pale skin under ugly, flickering streetlights.

Mia reaches up abruptly to adjust the angle of the laptop screen. Marco shifts slightly beside her, his weight pushing down on the cheap mattress.

It’s only been about twenty minutes since their documentary started. The laptop rests on Marco’s stomach, balanced precariously and with its screen tilted ever so slightly more towards her than him. Marco’s blankets are kicked haphazardly to the foot of the bed, shoved away when they’d settled against Marco’s flattened old pillows, and his right earbud sits uncomfortably in her left ear. Mia feels the prick of cool, early-morning air on her exposed skin where her shirt rucks up on the right side. This moment is still a million times better than the cold patrol or the crammed ride home or the awkward report to the Alpha that followed, though that’s mostly because of the way she can bask in the warmth of Marco pressed flush against her, side-by-side from toe to shoulder.

“You still watching?” Marco asks softly, jostling her as he tries to glance down without jabbing her in the forehead with his chin. It’s the first time either of them has spoken since Marco pressed play.

“Yeah,” Mia mumbles. She leans her head against his shoulder, crown against bone, and watches the octopus crawl out from its hiding place between two rocks.

“I wouldn’t blame you, you know,” he says, but Mia can practically hear the smirk he must be wearing on his stupidly handsome face. “I’m pretty fucking tired too.”

Mia blinks, slow and heavy. “’m not tired.”

Marco laughs, a quick breath out through his nose that is more like a strong exhale than anything else, but he doesn’t challenge her claim.

They settle into relative silence again, their quiet breaths only interrupted by the documentary narrator’s voice coming tinny and uneven through their earbuds. Marco doesn’t normally let their movie nights get this quiet; usually she has to shush his stream of commentary during what he considers to be the boring parts of the movie. It’s nice, though, to sit here with him and feel his every breath through where she touches his shoulder. If she listens closely enough, she can pretend to hear his heartbeat.

While their movie nights are fairly frequent, they’re hardly ever planned more than a few hours in advance. They’re typically prompted by Marco, who drops the suggestion apropos of nothing in the middle of a conversation over lunch or on patrol or really any time it’s just the two of them. Mia always agrees and flushes warm all over in a way that makes her feel so obvious and girlish. Then he smiles that wide, familiar smile and she schools her hands into fists in her jacket pockets so that she doesn’t reach out and ruffle his hair or touch his shoulders or his jaw or his mouth with her mouth. Later, they hunch over Nikolas’s DVD collection and debate which movie to watch and her pick almost always wins.

Some nights, when the pack is asleep, they sequester themselves with Marco’s laptop in one of their bedrooms the same way they’ve hidden away tonight. Mia’s favourites, though, are the nights where they commandeer the TV and the use-worn bottle green couch in the den’s living room.

On those nights she has to sit so close to Marco in order to share the popcorn that she can feel the warm, solid press of his thigh against hers through their jeans and smell the scent of laundry detergent and his cheap cigarettes on his clothes. Sometimes, blissfully, they even fall asleep there on the couch, wrapped up together in the same blankets. These nights are the closest anything’s ever come to being perfect, even if she has trouble looking her packmates in the eyes the next morning because of the creeping, itching feeling along her skin that they can see through all her transparent excuses.

Mia subtly turns her face in to Marco’s shoulder and inhales with eyes fluttering shut, long and deep and slow. Laundry detergent and cigarettes. Even after tonight, he’s still her Marco.

“I can turn it off if you want,” Marco offers and for a foggy-brained second Mia doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“I’m watching,” she insists once she catches up.

Mia rolls to her left, in towards where Marco’s weight dips the mattress, and accidentally kicks his blankets the last few inches off the end of the bed where they land with an almost inaudible thump on the floor. As she settles again, she manages to resist the urge to drape her arm, heavy, across his body and pull him in close until she’s wrapped around him and can keep him near her forever. It’s a very near thing.

A few suspiciously-long seconds pass before Marco speaks again. “Your eyes are fucking closed. You can’t see anything.”

“No,” Mia lies, eyes closed.

“You’re totally not watching.”

“I’m listening.”

“Bullshit. If you’re watching, then what’s happening?”

“Shh,” Mia hushes. “I’m listening. You’re being too loud.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Marco repeats toothlessly while Mia presses her face firmly down into his shoulder even though it squishes her nose.

When Mia blinks her eyes open again, still lethargic and slow, it’s against the soft dawn light filtering past Marco’s thin curtains. Marco is fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly and evenly under her head and her palm, which is curled into the fabric of his shirt over his pectoral. Marco’s laptop lays abandoned on his stomach; the screen is dark.

For a second Mia just watches him, trying to commit to memory the way the stillness of sleep transforms his expression into something peaceful, so different from the bright smiles he usually lets her see. Then she slowly uncurls her hand from Marco’s shirt and smooths out the wrinkled fabric. Her face feels embarrassingly hot and she hopes that Marco had at least already been asleep before she grabbed at him like a child clinging to a favourite toy in the night. Not tonight, she had promised him, and she had meant it.

Mia closes the laptop and places it gently on her abandoned side of the bed, the space still warm and inviting, before slipping to the door as quietly as she can. Slowly she turns the doorknob and pulls the door open, glancing behind her one last time at Marco’s sleeping form. He hasn’t even stirred. Mia closes the door behind her with equal caution, gently settling the door back into its frame before turning the doorknob to prevent it from clicking as the mechanism latches.

Her trip one door down the hall to her own room is mercifully short. She strips off her day clothes perfunctorily as soon as the door is closed, leaving them abandoned in a heap in the middle of her floor to be dealt with later. She wriggles into a pair of worn cotton sleep shorts and an oversized, hand-me-down t-shirt and flops inelegantly down onto her own bed, paradoxically less comfortable than when she’d woken. Mia huffs a slow, deep sigh and drags a pillow towards herself to cling to before closing her eyes again. Hopefully she can eke out a few more hours of sleep before she has to deal with the pack, the stray, and the fallout from the night before. She lays her head down on the edge of the pillow, what little of it isn’t clutched in her arms. It’s a poor substitute for Marco just one room over, she can’t help but think as sleep drapes like a thick blanket over her, but maybe, just maybe, she will only have to make due with pillows for a little while longer.

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(1) The fact about octopus’ nerve regeneration doesn’t actually come from a documentary, it comes from Imperadore, P., Parazzoli, D., Oldani, A., Duebbert, M., Büschges, A., & Fiorito, G. (2019). From injury to full repair: nerve regeneration and functional recovery in the common octopus, Octopus vulgaris. Journal of Experimental Biology, 222(19), 1-11. doi.org/10.1242/jeb.209965. I believe there were a few documentaries about octopuses released in 2019, but, as it turns out, I’m much better at finding journal articles than I am at finding documentaries online. I don’t know what kind of documentary Mia and Marco would have had to be watching to learn this information, but hopefully it interests someone.

(2) I’ve always pictured the pack as having a (sort of musty) old green couch for some reason. The pack’s musty green couch is a real Blood Moon character to me.

(3) The image of Mia and Marco falling asleep on the couch during their movie nights was inspired by this piece of art by @/toads-treasures here on tumblr.

#blood moon if #marco blood moon

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histsciart · 1 year

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Common Octopus

The oceanic common octopus (Octopus vulgaris) lives in tropical, subtropical, and temperate waters throughout the world. They have three hearts, and they can change their coloration to match their environment. As one of the most studied marine species, these octopuses have demonstrated that they can navigate mazes, open jars, and raid lobster traps.

SciArt by Jean Baptiste Vérany for Histoire Naturelle, T.2 (1835-1848), which was digitized by Museums Victoria for inclusion in Biodiversity Heritage Library.

Learn more about the scientific illustration in this wonderful article by John R. Dolan, The Cephalopods of Jean-Baptiste Vérany: the Beast and the Beauties (April 2022)

#Cephalopods #Octopus #Octopuses #Marine Biology #Sea creatures #SciArt #Invertebrates #Invertebrate zoology #biodiversity heritage library #Museums Victoria #HistSciArt #Common octopus

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devitalizart · 8 months

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