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tadc-ragatha · 6 months
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Being Their Friend
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TW: Breakdowns/crises (mentioned), knives, swearing, centipedes, bullying, general mental health stuff, Zooble's limbs being (painlessly) moved/stored/body horror
Type: Headcanons
A/N: Hi. These are just for fun; don't get up in arms if they aren't perfect (they can't be anyway, considering how far into the show we are). Requests aren't open (EDIT: they are open now). Spoilers obviously. Includes only the main six because I honestly don't know enough about Caine yet.
Pomni
Being her friend entails a multitude of existential crises. Everyone's trying to find their own way to cope, but expect to be helping her through many a panic attack. She's a hot mess most of the time, and doesn't really know what to do.
As seen in the trailer, she still gets scared of getting hurt, much unlike people like Ragatha who know they can't be harmed by knives or whatever else Caine throws at them. It'd be your job to help calm her down during these situations and help her adjust to not being hurt.
Other than that, I imagine once Pomni gets (semi) used to living in the digital circus you'd spend a lot of time looking for the exit. She definitely wants to get out of there before she becomes abstracted--something she knows is possible with her mental state. She also just wants to get her and everyone else out of there. Even that jackass Jax.
Pomni would take a lot of comfort in the things that connect her to the real world like food. If she offers you some food, you know you're really friends with her. If she had access to drawing/painting equipment or whatnot, I reckon she'd try to draw herself in her real form (if she could remember). She's like to see what you look like, and would compliment you on your appearance.
Ragatha
Ragatha's been in the digital circus for a while, and is much more comfortable with it than some of her other friends (or so she likes to pretend). She's fine with getting hit with knives as seen in her introduction short and likely wouldn't be scared of dying by anything else. As she said, her only fear is centipedes.
Still, it'll be your job to get them out of her room for her. Everyone knows what an arsehole Jax can be, and she sure as hell isn't risking walking into her room to find tens of thousands of them. If you don't do it, she's staying in your room for an indefinite amount of time.
Actually, I think Ragatha would like to have sleepovers anyway. It'd keep her impending thoughts at bay. Even if she doesn't require sleep, it's fun and reminds her of home. Like I said in Pomni's section, I think she'd enjoy drawing or painting. Or any creative visual art really, but especially drawing and painting for the purpose of making pictures of what you look like outside of the digital world.
Though be warned, the sight of her may send her off on a spiral of homesickness. Since Ragatha serves as a kind of rock of stability (as best as her overly optimistic self can), seeing her collapse may cause the others to collapse, too. Except maybe Jax, but it'll be up to you to try and get everyone back together before abstraction happens.
Jax
First of all, I don't know if this is possible. Not only are we so little into the show to really know, but Gooseworx also said he's going to have some really bad scenes. So, I suppose you won the lottery in doing this...Maybe. It really depends on how you look at it.
Because first of all, he's still a massive dick. He's just rude to everyone, so expect nothing different. He'll still be a jerk to you, "prank" you, or really, just straight up bully you. Honestly, half the time you can't even tell this guy is supposed to like you. He doesn't even really say sorry unless it's sarcastic.
The only way you can tell he likes you as a friend is when he gets all up in arms about you being annoyed at him. At first, at least, he's confused as to why you can't just let it go. Over time, though, he gets more in tune with his emotions and starts to mellow out a little.
However, it does come with the perk of having someone who will beat the ever-loving life out of whoever hurt you. Okay, well, not that far--he's got to keep his reputation as someone who doesn't care about other people, so he'll at most just be a bit of a bigger pain in their side. But it's still there.
Things you'd do together include terrorising the other members (or, he tries to get you in on it, anyway), sneaking into people's rooms to snoop around, and all-in-all just being a bit of a pain. But you also do other things; he seems like he's not one for visual arts or theatre, but maybe he could play an instrument and may--very heavy on the "may"--teach you some stuff. Otherwise, I don't think he's an arts guy. He'd enjoy video games, though, if they had those! And going to the digital carnival for thrills along with just exploring the grounds.
Kinger
Kinger would be an interesting friend. I have two routes for this guy based on a theory I saw. Route one follows him actually being on the brink of insanity/abstraction. In this route, you have to make sure he's alright. Just be gentle with him and check up on him every now and then. But don't be in his face all the time. Everyone needs a bit of personal space.
You can still hang out with Kinger, obviously. You can still talk about things you'd normally talk about, whatever that may be. Just don't bring up the abstracted queen (who I shall be calling Queener). It'll bring up some...Bad memories.
Anyways, my second route is this: based on a theory, Kinger is actually one of the more stable ones in the group, and is just pretending to be on the brink of losing it. Basically, if I remember right, he's pretending in order to get out of the activities/shenanigans of the group.
But no matter what his reason for doing it is, he's smart as hell. Having tricked everyone, it'd take a keen eye to figure it out. If you do, he'd be impressed. Once he trusts you enough, the two of you will discuss the other circus members and how to outsmart them secretly. You'll also just hang out, gossip...He feels like a guy who'd be into drama, with his whole being the actual king thing. You two would do some impromptu skits and whatnot to pass the time.
Gangle
Oh, Gangle. What would you do with Gangle? Well, you'd certainly have to be gentle with her. She's a very fragile soul--and also fragile physically--and needs some care. Help her repair her mask, or better yet, stop Jax from breaking it in the first place. In fact, just stop him from doing any mean stuff to her in the first place.
Other than that, Gangle is someone who'd actually enjoy drawing as a hobby and not just a memories thing. She draws anime, and would make you and her anime personas with cool abilities and features like wings and shit. I imagine her art style is very early-mid 2000s anime, with the really big eyes and whatnot.
Anyways, I reckon she'd also write. Mostly fanfiction when she wasn't stuck in the digital world, but since there's no fandoms to write about now she'd start branching out into her own original stories. But don't get me wrong; if anyone was going to write about their friends and fellow members it'd be her. She just hides it somewhere other than her room. Gangle would like to write stories about your sonas going on adventures and saving the world.
Eventually, these stories probably get found by Jax or someone else (but probably Jax). He'd laugh his arse off at them and would run to tell everyone about it. Unless you can absolutely beat the shit out of him, prepare to do some explaining and also comforting for her.
Zooble
Zooble does not give much of a shit about the others. They wouldn't let them die (at least I think so), but they're in no way buddy-buddy with them. In order to be friends with them, you'd have to meet their strict criteria. So, good job on that!
Being friends with them would either involve lots of gossip because they want to talk shit about people and complain, or it'd have no gossip because they honestly couldn't care less about the others. I can't tell. But if you do gossip, I imagine they know a lot about the other members. You'd be filled in on everything they know, too. They've been dying for someone to tell this too.
Zooble's also very particular about their looks, as seen in their introductory short. They have many stored limbs and whatnot to swap around for their mood. Don't mess with their body by switching around their antennae-like things or ripping off their body parts like Jax. They will retaliate.
Going off of this, though, I imagine they're pretty strong. I mean, they choked Jax like that. So, if anyone (him) comes around to piss you off, you best bet they'll be on their way to beat his arse. Though, it probably ends in a tug-of-war with one of their arms.
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bi-shop · 6 months
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that last post was about ragatha
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helios-fallen · 11 months
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the labors of love
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As promised, here's a few pics from the exotics expo!
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Stick bugs, trilobite beetles, isopods, hermit crabs, whip scorpions, millipedes, true spiders, and a whole bunch of snails!!
The expo was also visited by KrokodilleZoo (a crocodile breeding/conservation program), the Danish Nature and Food Administration who showed off a handful of illegally imported animal parts, and the Scandinavian Owl Center
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My absolute favorite part of the expo was seeing so many kids excited and happy to touch bugs. It warms my heart :')
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Unfortunately, no tarantula breeders had the species I was looking for, but I found something else that's been on my wishlist for years... a captive-bred centipede!! Here's my "haul" :D
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A got two issues of the Danish Exotic Mammal Society's zine, a plush tarantula (it's made of recycled plastic and the purchase benefited crocodile conservation), some jelly for my roaches, a new pair of tweezers, and the 'pede.
Now all there's left to do is find a good name for my baby :)
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starstabberzirc · 11 months
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Not even a boss--one good stab to the eye and this thing goes down. But first you've gotta get to it.
Touching the Blender bounces Zirc in a random direction; they're also a stage hazard in certain places. The scissor tail will be animated and--in a fun trick that's easier to do in a game-design program than in Gimp--the eyes of the head-body segments stare at Zirc. (Compare Sciurophidius, the undead squirrel acorn centipede boss from Forest Planet Bosco with similar anatomy but different gameplay based on the phone game "Snake")
Design question that I thought of while uploading it: would it be better or worse to replace the crab legs with human fingers?
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ballads-of-a-bluejay · 10 months
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this was supposed to be a quick pfp piece but i got carried away
you can pry green eyed sydney from my cold dead hands i hold the canon in contempt
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valgeristik · 2 years
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Entering the manic pixie dream girl OC design era, Anyway, this is Juta! (they/them) (pronounced kinda like yuta)
My 193cm (6′4″) tall quarter-elf aasimar who glows and has horns (and also, as i decided after finishing this art, wings. eventually.)
Anyway, they are actually the child of another one of my ocs that i have NOT made an intro post for yet, but TLDR Senna went thru the adventurer to baroness to queen pipeline and ALSO he married an angel (long story), and so that is how Juta was born :)
The giant centipede’s name is Honeybunch! She’s actually Senna’s magical companion, whom he sent to keep an eye on his baby once they decided to embark on an Adventure like their papa<3 Honeybunch has been Juta’s babysitter since childhood, and they even used to ride this giant bug like some kids do with big dogs. One of Juta’s character traits is that they ABSOLUTELY cannot blend in. anywhere. especially in the dark
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start - prev - next
Its finals week but I just have to survive today and tomorrow and then I have all winter break to get a head start on making pages. (✿´‿`)
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theyreallgaylol · 5 months
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Wall art update 🫠
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dearbisexual · 1 year
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like. you shouldn't have moved there, stupid
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generalzar0ff · 2 years
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[image description: a traditional drawing of Up and Adam from the podcast Camp Here and There. He is a man with a paisley suit, short hair, and pointed vampire canines. He sits at a table with an apple in front of him, and an abnormally large centipede crawling onto the table. Two knives are pointed at his neck. The drawing has been edited to be red. end description.]
IF YOU DON’T HATE ME, THEN REANIMATE ME!
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tadc-ragatha · 6 months
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It's Symbolic - Chapter 1: Puke
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TW: Screaming, (painless) torture (what Pomni went through in the teaser), vomit/general sickness, centipedes (bugs), knives, a large/dangerous animal, (censored) swearing
Type: Fic; platonic
A/N: "You wake up somewhere new feeling very, very sick." Teen gender-neutral reader. Based on a post of mine available here [x]. I did my best here alright. I'm still working my way into characterisation.
"What—what's going on?! What the hell is going on?!" a voice screamed.
You looked around. Everything was a fuzzy mixture of dark colours, and your head was spinning. Reaching out, you grabbed onto the ground and tried to feel your way around.
"Now, are you ready for the show to begin?" a different more masculine voice boomed. A silence followed. "I said, are you ready?"
You were feeling at wooden plank flooring. Everything was dark, making it hard to find your way around as you felt like your brain was going to explode. Vomit was filling its way up your throat as you struggled to get to your feet.
"I'm ready, Caine!" said a third voice. It was cartoonishly cheerful and pierced into your brain.
Your legs giving way once more, you decided to crawl your way forward. It was hard to tell what direction you were going with your eyes yet to adjust to the darkness. However, feeling with your hands, you felt yourself brush up against a soft fabric. Using it as a guide, you crawled in its direction.
Yet just as your head was beginning to calm, a loud drum roll erupted. Instantly, your head was pounding again, and the nausea returned. Threatening to spill, you clamped your hand over your mouth.
Only, as you did so, you did not feel your mouth nor your hand. Instead, you felt thick hair all over your face and a cold round piece of metal. Moving your hand around, nothing changed. Every inch of your body was covered in long hair. Except for your hands, which as you felt them were wide slightly curved in metal circles—nothing like a normal human hand.
The drum roll stopped as a bounty of music filled the air. It was so much louder than the drums and sent your head splitting. With a sharp inhale, you tried to crawl through the pain. But with each crawl you were met with the music becoming louder. They were ear-splitting, head-smashing, brain-melting circus tunes.
"First up," the masculine voice who you assumed was Caine continued, "we have our jester Pomni on the amazing knife-throwing wheel!"
A "fwip" sound followed by a thud was heard.
"Hey! hey!" the voice from the start pleaded; one you assumed belonged to the so-called jester Pomni. "I didn't sign up for this! Let me go!"
Next you noted on the list of ear bleeding-inducing sounds was a comically stereotypical sound of something metal being revealed. You assumed it was a knife. And you guessed you were correct, as based on the blood-curdling screams from Pomni as the knife hit something with a thud.
The screams died down as Caine went on to say, "next up, the mind-boggling Gangle with her comically large and dangerous pet tiger!"
You heard the fwip and thud again, which was no help to your increasing headache. The tiger growled from somewhere nearby. Vomit was threatening to shoot out your mouth again. You spat all the saliva you could get out.
From the same direction as the growl was blubbering. Soon, it turned into full blown crying as the tiger growled louder. But you didn't care; the headache was too much.
The tiger's growling came to a stop as you heard the schlop of something wet hitting the floor. Yet the crying continued. Meanwhile, Caine went on to introduce something else.
"And now, our bravest Ragatha will dive head-first into a pool of writhing centipedes!"
"Caine!" a feminine voice complained. You heard the fwip and thud a third time. "You know how much I hate centipedes!"
"Is she going to do it?" The cheery voice asked.
Caine replied, "well, Bubble, I don't know! Why don't we give her a little encouragement?"
"Wait! No! No, no, no--hold on!" Ragatha pleaded. Without what you assumed was any care, something happened to Ragatha and she started screaming.
It was starting to get hard to spit the saliva out without having vomit come up your throat. As you tried to spit some more out, a pile of bile spilled out of your guts and onto the floor. Everything was spinning again as you felt another wave of vomit coming up. Finally, you gave up on moving and sat there on your hands and knees trying to keep steady.
"And now, please put your hands together for Kinger and his--" Caine was cut off. As the fwip was heard once more, light poured into your eyes as you gave in and puked your guts out. Wave after wave and pile after pile of pure bile spilled out of your mouth and onto the floor. It was too painful to take in the gasps around you, nor the fact that your vomit was black like ink.
Slowly, the spewing came to a halt. As you looked down, you finally saw what a mess you had made, and how your body did not at all look like how it was supposed to. Where you could feel hair was exactly that—thick long brown strands of hair covering everything—and where you could feel metal were gold circular metal plates. Cymbals.
"Looks like someone had a rough transition!" Bubble exclaimed.
Wearily, you looked up and around to try and get a sense of what you were dealing with. All around you were six strange figures of different colours, sizes, and proportions. Levitating in the air were two of the figures; one a clear bubble-like sphere with sharp teeth and beady black eyes, and another that seemed to be a living set of teeth and eyes atop a red suit. A giant tub of centipedes, a tiger, and a dart board sat off to the side.
The sphere, who you assumed was Bubble with its cheery voice, levitated towards you. Opening its mouth, you froze. All that ran through your mind was based on the screams of terror you had heard you were going to die. Yet just as you closed your eyes and prepared for impact, Bubble stuck out its tongue and began to lick at the puke.
The teeth man sighed. Based on his voice you assumed he was Caine. But his expression quickly changed as he pointed his cane towards you.
"Well, it seems our activity for today has been interrupted by a new human entering the realm!" He smiled.
From behind you, a red curtain was lifted up. From underneath, a purple rabbit poked his head out. He walked out into the area, took one look at the mess you made, and grimaced.
"What the hell is goin' on here?" he asked. "Is this a new sucker?"
"Not a new sucker, Jax," Caine responded, "but a new friend!”
You groaned. Your entire throat was burning from the bile and your headache was worse than ever. The sudden light made your eyes hurt. Meanwhile, you were trying to take in all the information around you. Reaching up to your face, you tried to grab at something around your eyes. But there was nothing there.
“Where am I? Where’s the headset?” you mumbled.
All of a sudden, you felt yourself be yanked up by the arm. A new wave of vomit threatened to spill. Looking up, you found yourself face to face with Caine.
He said, “my dear, you have stumbled into the world of the Digital Circus!”
“I’m gonna be sick—”
“Now, now, no time for being sick here!” he cut you off. “You’ve made your way into the world of wonder and amazement!” he paused. “Hence the name.”
“What the hell is going on?” a different voice called out. Poking their head out from behind the same curtain Jax emerged from, they revealed itself as a strange amalgamation of different brightly coloured shapes. The two eyes on their pink triangle head widened when it saw you. “What the f-%$@!#?” they yelled, the curse word they said bleeped out in real time. “Another one?! Pomni was only a week ago!”
“Zooble! Language!” Caine pointed at her with the cane in his hand. Zooble didn’t say anything.
“Okay, everyone, let’s just calm down.” A different person stepped forward. She wasn’t the shortest of the bunch—being taller than the small jester you assumed was Pomni shivering off to the side with knives stuck in her—but she wasn’t the tallest, either. Flicking a centipede off her long dress, she said, “you know how stressful this can be. Let’s just take a minute to help them adjust.”
“Come on, Ragatha.” Jax rolled his eyes.
“Who…Who are you people?” You looked around the room.
Jax put his fist on his hip and cocked his head to the side, grinning.
“Why don’t you tell me who you are?” His smile spread wider, showing off a set of yellow cartoonish teeth. It concerned you how he managed to speak without opening them.
“Jax!” Ragatha snapped.
“I’m…” you started. Jax continued to stare at you, still smiling. “My name is…”
“Can’t remember?” he finally spoke up.
You turned away from the group. With your head resting on your hand—or cymbal—you tried to think. The headache was still pounding in your head, and it was hard to formulate any thoughts. Wracking your brain for an answer for a good few minutes, your breath started to quicken. Slowly, the answer dawned upon you.
“Oh my God!” you groaned. Jax chuckled from the side. “Oh my God! What’s my name?!”
“Don’t fret, my dear.” Caine rested a hand on your shoulder. “Nobody can remember their name here! One beauty of coming to the digital world is being able to form a whole new identity for yourself! So, what would your dream name be?”
“What’s my name?” you mumbled.
Caine cleared his throat, repeating, “I said, what would your dream name be?”
“I—I don’t—uh, [Y/N]. What’s my name?” You tried to rest your face in your hands; it was uncomfortable.
“[Y/N] it is!” He spun up into the air, voice booming. Meanwhile, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
“I just wanna go home. How do I go home?”
He cleared his throat, “well, um…There—well, there is no…Exit, per se.”
“Wh—what?!” you spluttered.
You looked at the group for answers. Instead, they looked at you with varying degrees of frowns and upturned eyebrows. Except for Jax, who grinned, and Zooble, who looked at you with a claw on his hip.
“How old are you?” they asked. “You don’t sound any older than seventeen.”
“I’m fifteen,” you replied. “How—why—why’s there no exit? How do I leave?”
“Fif—” she cut herself off. “Holy f-%$@!#, Caine! What’s your problem?!”
Caine gasped, “‘fifteen’? My, my! Finally, a real young person here to enjoy the Digital Circus!”
“What, you sayin’ I’m not young?” Jax scoffed.
Zooble groaned, multicoloured and oddly shaped antennae on her head twitching, “God, Jax, just shut up for one second. This is a child!”
“Fifteen?” a meek voice sounded from off to the side. Looking over, you saw a spring of red ribbon with ribbon legs and arms. Lying on the ground beside it was a broken mask, the same material and colour as the crying face mask it wore.
From beside them, Pomni watched. Eyes darting from person to person, she looked extremely uncomfortable with the commotion. Slowly, she backed up from the group.
“What’s going on?” she whispered. Nobody took notice.
“Okay, okay, listen!” Ragatha tried to instruct them. “Our number one priority should be making sure [Y/N] feels safe and comfortable here, not fighting with each other!”
“You’re right, Ragatha!” Caine said, voice still jolly. “Poor [Y/N] here hasn’t even gotten a tour of the grounds yet!” He lowered down to reach for your arm.
Ragatha reached out her own arm to block him, yelling, “wait! Caine, would it be alright if we did the tour later? I think [Y/N] would like to see their room first, right, [Y/N]?”
You didn’t reply. Your mind was spinning, but no longer from the headache or dizziness. While the nausea had subsided, your thoughts were swarming you. Theories and concerns flooded your brain, nagging at your conscious and slowly tearing it down. Sitting there on the ground with your head in your cymbal-hands, you swayed back and forth.
“Right. Well, I’ll let you get to that. Come on, Bubble,” he called the sphere over to him. Once it was within reach, he popped it. With that, he bowed with his top hat and disappeared in a poof of smoke, the tiger going with him.
For a few seconds nobody spoke. Looking up, you saw Zooble’s antennae still twitching while they frowned at Jax, who watched you with an open-mouthed smile. Ragatha took a deep breath and walked over to you. Holding out her hand, you took it, and she pulled you up to your feet.
“You can tell Kinger it’s safe to come out now.” She motioned to a pile of pillows behind the group. From inside popped out the head of a giant white chess piece. It wore a purple king’s robe; its uneven eyes blinked out of sync.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Y—yeah, what’s going on?” Pomni asked, still shaking.
Ragatha answered, “we’re going to take our newest friend [Y/N] to their room. Anyone want to come?”
Nobody answered, until the ribbon figure spoke up, saying, “okay.”
“Great! Come on Gangle. [Y/N], I’ll show you around.” Taking your hand in hers, she and Gangle walked towards the edge of the stage. Looking back, you saw the group watching you intently. But no sooner had you looked over at them that you were pulled away, view blocked by a black curtain.
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centi-pedve · 2 years
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HIII these are our two wives!
We were drawing the first one (Ahos) in class and some girl came up to us and after asking about our numerous allergies, she said that our Ahos reminded her of Lady Dimitrescu
And the second character was designed by @discountskeppy !! literally the MVP
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epic-dragon-hell-99 · 2 years
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Sauropod/centipede inspired Arcane breed I sketched a long time ago. A lot of speculative breed designs I make end up feeling more lackluster over time, but I still really like this one. I'm not sure a wingless breed is the best fit for Arcane, but I guess they could levitate if needed? I mean, they do have gliding membranes, at least (if implausible ones).
If you're wondering what's up with the mouth/ear, I tried to replicate the connecting groove/skin flap of the Bauer's Chameleon Gecko- with a little exaggeration. Look it up if you have the time; it's really cool :D
I'm thinking of calling them Horizon Dragons, maybe? Tell me what you guys think :>
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vilvermin-sqwirl · 1 year
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a comprehensive guide to sqwirl (not really)
new ref <3
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cyanocoraxx · 1 year
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new gang!! 1 like = 1 hello to them
1 - stromatopelma calceatum spiderling, sometimes regarded as the second most venomous tarantula genus in the world. but also tiny small right now.
2 - phidippus octopuntatus adult female, not commonly offered in the uk. adult males are observed in the wild hunting bees and grasshoppers. females of this species are known to be more territorial than other phids. she’s cute wtf.
3 - an unknown huntsman species. possibly heteropoda venatoria if i had to guess? in the wild these guys can grow large enough to take down scorpions and bats. just look at that gorgeous rusty colouration......
4 - platymeris biguttatus (makes me think of monty python biggus dickus) a venomous predatory true bug, it can spit venom that makes you temporarily blind. looks like the autism creature.
5 - scolopendra dehaani, one of the most aggressive centipedes in the hobby. these guys can reach up to 25cm in length. my second pede so i’m very excited to watch them grow
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