Why is a crypto dork included in the screenshot when they just copied the first Tumblr comment
Octopus Bones
Submitted 6 months ago by fossilesque@mander.xyz to science_memes@mander.xyz
https://mander.xyz/pictrs/image/f92eb3e9-851e-4a3a-86be-15c2374cd051.jpeg
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glimse@lemmy.world 6 months ago
DragonTypeWyvern@midwest.social 6 months ago
It’s actually pretty obnoxious that you think having crypto in a name means they’re into cryptocurrency
glimse@lemmy.world 6 months ago
Sorry for seeing someone slap their “crypto” name on a screenshot while not adding any value to it and assuming they were a crypto bro and not related to any field of science
Katzastrophe@feddit.org 6 months ago
Cryptozoology, you know like Cryptids
can@sh.itjust.works 6 months ago
It’s too late to crop better OP!
ochi_chernye@startrek.website 6 months ago
Nothing to do with cryptocurrency. Great podcast, though.
can@sh.itjust.works 6 months ago
It’s about cryptids and other weird and wild topics.
Probably time for a rebrand.
meowMix2525@lemm.ee 6 months ago
No that’s part of the post. The tumblr user probably copied the text from the twitter post to make it more accessible to people that use screen readers.
rustydomino@lemmy.world 6 months ago
samus12345@lemmy.world 6 months ago
someguy3@lemmy.world 6 months ago
Cats, while having bones, still retain respectable amounts of fluidity.
Lemmine@lemmy.world 6 months ago
So do owls
argh_another_username@lemmy.ca 6 months ago
What about our tentacle sizes? We have four that try to split in twenty, but they fail to develop. Some have even another one, but it can vary drastically in size among the population.
coffee_with_cream@sh.itjust.works 6 months ago
I glide through the silent void, the water heavy around me. Darkness presses in from all sides, comforting, familiar. My arms ripple outward, feeling the currents, tasting the sea. A pulse, a thrum that echoes deep in my being, guides me. I am drawn toward it, though I do not know why. I only know that I must.
The glow appears, faint at first, like a distant star glimmering through the ocean’s eternal night. It grows as I approach, pulsing with the rhythm of something alive—yet alien. My arms curl inward in hesitation, my body shrinking into the safety of myself, but the thrum in my mind is too strong. It commands me forward.
There, among the rocks that jut like jagged teeth, I see them. Creatures unlike any I have ever known, not of the fluid and soft-fleshed kind, but rigid, brittle, caged in something—unnatural. They do not sway with the currents, do not flow with the tides. They move—but not like us. They walk on limbs, as though the water does not hold them. How can they do this?
I watch from a crevice, my skin shifting to match the coral beside me. They do not see me, these beasts with the cages. I taste the water they disturb with their awkward movements. It is wrong. They are wrong. Something inside them is… broken.
I watch as one of them falls, its legs folding in a strange, disjointed way. The others gather around it, making low sounds that vibrate through the water. I move closer, cautiously unfurling an arm to probe the boundary of my hiding place.
And then, I see it.
The one that fell is not like the others anymore. The soft outer layer that holds its form—its skin—has been torn, revealing something beneath. Something hard, sharp. I recoil. There, inside the creature, where flesh should flow and shift, is a structure—a thing, white and jagged. A bloody coral grows inside this person.
I blink, confused. I do not understand. There should be nothing inside but fluid and muscle, yet this—this is a prison, a fortress of bone and death. How can they live with such a thing inside them? My arms twitch with unease.
I dare to touch the fallen one, just a gentle brush, a taste. The surface is smooth, cold, lifeless. The thrum inside my mind grows louder, a warning, but I cannot pull away. The hard, white thing—the skeleton, the word comes to me from the thrum—stares back at me, empty sockets where eyes should be, mocking my ignorance.
These creatures are not alive, not in the way I am. They are something else. Something ancient and wrong. The coral that grows inside them is not natural, not of the sea. It speaks of things beyond the depths, things I cannot comprehend.
I retreat, faster now, my arms spiraling through the water in panic. The thrum chases me, growing louder, sharper. I can feel it clawing at the edges of my mind, filling me with visions of towering structures of bone and stone, of beings that defy the natural order. Creatures with skeletons.
I do not belong here.
I dive deeper, into the safety of the blackness below, but I can still feel it—the thrum of the bone-caged creatures. They walk where they should not. They live where nothing should live. And they are coming.
The deep will not be safe for much longer.
kokopelli@lemmy.world 6 months ago
This is what happens when you raise your octopus children to never eat fish, they never see bones
Grandwolf319@sh.itjust.works 6 months ago
The deep
Does he know Kevin?
Also, rad story. HFY material.
JackbyDev@programming.dev 6 months ago
Their body horror would likely be about growing bones while in a cave and not being able to get out.
celsiustimeline@lemmy.dbzer0.com 6 months ago
Tumblr users are such drama queens. I NEED TO BREATHE INTO A BAG FOR A WHILE. It’s a shower thought. Calm down.
KeenFlame@feddit.nu 6 months ago
It’s not for real it seems like you think they meant for real but it is actually a joke, in the fashion that the other pats also are in fact jokes.
plinky@hexbear.net 6 months ago
Exoskeletons are also scary both for octopii and us gunther-fear
courier8377@hexbear.net 6 months ago
I have to think this would be the most terrifying for a cephalopod, even nautiluses are contained within a shell, but aren’t entirely encased. An exoskeletonned octopus would be like a knight cursed to never remove its armor… kinda cool
plinky@hexbear.net 6 months ago
After i posted i realised like lobsters and stuff coud feasible meet an octopus, so they probably familiar. Still terrifying though, if lobster was like human size
roguetrick@lemmy.world 6 months ago
I’m sure the big ones just appreciate the added texture to chomp down on. Remember, octopus and squid are short lived murderous carnivores that need lots of food to grow big fast and die.
Randomgal@lemmy.ca 6 months ago
Eat me octo daddy uwu
lath@lemmy.world 6 months ago
We’re Nekro aliens using our space ships to terrorize their world.
TriflingToad@lemmy.world 6 months ago
octopuses wouldnt know what coal is, the coral was a better word
ryannathans@aussie.zone 6 months ago
Why are we talking about coal
roguetrick@lemmy.world 6 months ago
I love it when a deep fried jpeg makes someone correct some misspelled keming that’s already correct.
samus12345@lemmy.world 6 months ago
Deep fried or not, it clearly says “coral.”
bitjunkie@lemmy.world 6 months ago
HP Lovekraken
SGforce@lemmy.ca 6 months ago
Throw in some creaking and cracking noises and you’ve got sheer horror.
Zulu@lemmy.world 6 months ago
Oh god. Thinking about how they dont even HAVE joints to know what the popping of them is.
The only thing in an octopus thats close is the beak.
So now i think it would make sense that when i crack my knuckles, an octopus hears the sound of a hammer breaking teeth, but inside you.
HeyThisIsntTheYMCA@lemmy.world 6 months ago
they crack crabs open I’m sure they get it
InEnduringGrowStrong@sh.itjust.works 6 months ago
Popping, grinding too.