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bailey-dreamfoot · 8 months

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‼️‼️THE GRAMPA SQUAD COMIC IS DONE‼️‼️

Ok so, wee explanation + headcannons under the cut.

Ok so assuming you've stuck around for my insane ramblings, heres the gist:

This comic is very much inspired by Factual Fantasy's Comics about Marsh, Natquick, and Calico Jack. And while my personal head cannon does share in the idea of the group working together- I thought it would be hilariously fun to include Inkling, and tbh it focuses more on him than the others anyway.

In the show, inkling doesn't really get out much. There are really only a few episodes where he has a significant role, and even less when he actually participates in missions outside of *insert knowledgeable insight*.

I believe this is for 2 reasons:

He just prefers the comfortable vibe of his library. The book-worm role fits his personality well - enjoying studying or cataloging species alongside Shellington - and he likes spending time with the Vegimals.

His Mobility issues. While he can very easily traverse the watery environments in the base show- in a&b, he doesn't really show much interest in exploring the land until he's told an old friend was the one in need of help. He has the ability, its just difficult- and he knows his limitations.

Inkling has his hover chair, that allows him to move around the octopod relatively easily. However - in the Min episode - they make it a point that he cant take it with him on land, or use it over rough terrain.

My version of Inkling uses an actual wheelchair, so I thought it'd be a neat idea that after that adventure- he'd want to try joining missions more often. And to deal with said mobility issues and limitations- say they got specialized tires for his wheelchair- so he could go join up on land missions more often.

After going on a few more missions with the other Octonauts, he hears about Octoagents Calico Jack, and Professor Natquick joining up with Ranger Marsh to help out in the Everglades- you best bet he jumped at the opportunity to tag along. Think of all the species he could ad to his personal catalogue. They might even discover a few new ones! Leaving the Octopod for so long after being basically the one constant to the place was a bit scary sure - and the other Octonauts were certainly emotional ab him leaving (especially Barnacles) - but maybe a change of scenery would do him good.

Sooo He does that! Professor Inkling meets up with the others on a dock near Marsh's Ranger station and get to work! One of the coolest things they did was collecting egg samples and catching an adult specimen of a newly discovered trapdoor spider! the Pine Rockland Trapdoor. Marsh Has a nursery where he cares for tons of snakes, lizards, insects and birds to make sure they have the best chance for survival. Thats where these eggs are going- to hatch in safety and then be released back into the ecosystem. On top of that, they take samples of the adults venom for study, and inkling is sure to make a detailed report of the arachnid in his many journals brought along with him!

As you may expect, Kwazzi takes after his grandad in his fear of spiders. Jack has seen worse, but It doesnt make it any easier to be close to them. Natquick on the other hand- In all his time in the arctic hes never seen anything as freaky as a spider bigger than a quarter.

Aaand that's it! I'm hoping to do some more comics with the lads in the future, although probably not as detailed as this one. It took more than 2 weeks- please.

Also, I find it kinda goofy that the panels get more detailed as you go along. Thats what happens when the first and last panel were made almost a month apart from each other. 💚

Also also- yes I did do actual research for the animals in the last comic. It was going to be a funnel web spider they're researching, but then I looked it up and found out Funnelwebs don't live in the Everglades. :']

#bailey’s art #octonauts #octonauts fanart #octonauts grampa squad #arachnaphobia tw #arachnophobia

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rattyexplores · 1 year

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Collection of Two-tailed Spiders

Unidentified, genus Tamopsis

22/02/23

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draconicdeityarts · 8 months

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Awww 💖 they’re bonding :)

#pikmin #pikmin art #pikmin fanart #pikmin 2 #titan dweevil #louie pikmin #pikmin louie #dweevil Louie #body horror tw #tw body horror #body horror #arachnaphobia tw #spiders #au where Louie was just straight up absorbed and then forever changed by the Titan dweevil #monster beam blast GO!!!!

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genderfuckyou · 11 months

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IM GOING TO PASS AWAYYY

#tarantulas #prowl #I’m gayer than I have ever bEEN AAAAA #Mesothulas #arachnaphobia tw #transformers #the wreckers #sins of the wreckers #prowl gay moments #taraprowl

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deebrisbyfish · 6 months

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I have been working HARD to get over my knee-jerk fear of spiders. The fact that the spiders we have found the MOST in our home are tan jumping spiders has helped with this a LOT. They are unusually social and chill and... actually ARE pretty darn cute as far as spiders go. SO, since I don't really have a lot of supporting characters in the strip, I decided to kind of bunch up all the spider's we've found into one adorkable jumper.

#spider #spiders #jumping spider #jumpingspider #tan jumping spider #arachnids #arachnaphobia tw #webcomic #comicstrip #comic strip #shower #big one #big ones #really big one #freaked out #scared #adorable #blue steel

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8-legged-cats · 23 days

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He is sitting

#tarantulas #tarantula #tliltocatl vagans #arachnid #spider #arachnaphobia tw

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Kiss me better”

Request by @sakura-chan-25

The idea: Reader has a nightmare and Lesso comforts them.

strictly fluff but if you have horrible arachnophobia like i do then well this might give you the creeps 🫠

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Have you ever felt that niggling, foreboding feeling for seemingly no apparent reasons?

The kind that makes your skin crawl. The queer sensation akin to a plethora of tiny insects trapped underneath your flesh. The kind that summons chilling goosebumps all over your body. It usually starts from your neck, or your arms, and from there, it spreads like a tidal wave.

On the surface, there is nothing wrong, everything is as it should be, dirty dishes in the sink, pots and pans on the stove. The cacophony of it all tricks you into thinking that it is just another normal day in your house. But you know that it is a lie, for your gut has never lied.

The soft little strands at your nape stand, and this sudden, uncanny feeling that you are under an intense scrutiny becomes terribly overwhelming. So, you look around, swivelling your head slowly.

And then, you stop.

You catch yourself in the mirror. What glares back at you is….you, but not really you. It moves where you are not moving. Puzzled and petrified, you watch the reflection in the mirror shaking its head reproachfully at you whereas you are standing stock-still.

Strangely, this is not what perturbs you the most. Your eyes are drawn instead to a big, black ball on the wall behind you. Staring deep into your soul are not one pair of eyes, but four. Eight shiny little black dots rooting you to the spot.

And that is the thing. You do not freeze when you are face to face with a spider the size of a coconut. You are the kind of person who, should you find even an itsy bitsy spider in a room, will run as fast as you possibly can without so much as a backward glance, and not set a foot inside the room for at least a month, until it is made certain that the spider is no longer there.

So understandably, it is what you do now. You turn tail and run, or at least, you try, but unfortunately for you, walking backwards while panicking has not been a clever move. Clumsily, you crash into the counter. The sharp edge jabs you in the ribs, and with a pained grunt, you fall. The commotion must have startled the creature on the wall because when you see it next, it is on the floor in front of you, one crawl away from your feet.

Spiders, with their hairy limbs and sinister eyes, have always had you in a chokehold, injecting fear and helplessness that have taken root inside you over time.

“Leo!!!”

You holler with all your might.

“Leo!!! Help me!”

Tick. Tock.

She will come.

In no time, she will be here, and she will pluck you out of this predicament.

Tick. Tock.

She always does, you remind yourself.

Your dark goddess in her shining midnight armour always has your back.

Tick. Tock.

….except that, she doe not. At least, not this time.

And just like that, before being given the chance to bloom, the little bud of hope wilts.

Time and time again, you have told your lover about how you would literally just drop dead of dread if a spider were to land directly atop your body.

Have you perhaps unintentionally jinxed yourself?

You think as the poor little panicked thing bangs barbarically against your ribcage.

Fear strangles you.

Your lungs are about to collapse.

Air. Air!

You can’t breathe.

It is hard to breathe.

Leo. You want Leo.

You need her.

Leonora!

There is something on your neck.

Fingers dig into soft flesh and claw desperately.

Now you feel the crawling on your chest.

It is on your legs next.

In your hair. On your face.

Beneath your skin.

Inside your body.

Everywhere.

Leo.

Please, Leo.

Help.

Leo!

Help!

You are drowning…you are drowning and….and….suddenly, limbs are on your face.

Unlike before however, these are smooth, kind, soothing, and they pull you out of the darkness that is mercilessly asphyxiating you, squeezing your windpipe, crushing your bones.

“Darling.”

Through the black body of thickness, there streams a little shimmering ray of light.

“Darling, wake up.”

What have I told you?

She will always be there when you need her.

The lighthouse to safely guide you to the shore.

Through a blur of tears, her face is the first thing you see.

Perhaps it is the way she is looking at you, with ocean green eyes brimming with love and concern, but also understanding, or the way her thumbs are oh so gingerly caressing the apple of your cheeks that you feel inclined to let yourself go. So, you let go, the thread inside you yielding with a snap, and immediately, you are reduced to a crying mess, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you bury your face in her chest.

Your lover receives you all too eagerly, cocoons you in her arms, gentle, tender, and dependable all the same.

“I’ve got you, darling. I’ve got you.”

While her voice like hot cocoa coos sweet utterances into your ears, her lips like soft satin stamp kisses onto your skin.

The all-consuming fear of drowning in a sea of spiders has now been replaced by the staggering relief of being swaddled in her arms.

Safe and sound in your own little haven.

“You were crying so brokenly.”

Once your incessant tears have faded into sporadic sniffles, she states matter-of-factly, trailing kisses down your neck, and you melt into her, fingers grasping her garments as if your life depends on it. And it does, you realise. It depends on her. Your woman seems to share your sentiments of not wanting to let go if the way she is presently holding you is anything to go by. Her arms, the chain, and her fingers, the lock, as they rest intertwined on your back.

When you feel a faint sting everywhere her lips touch your skin, you realise, you must have done actual damage to yourself. On the other hand, your heart swells at the knowledge that your Leo, oh your considerate and infinitely kind Leo, is chasing away your pain with her candied kisses that seem to hold a healing property.

Smiling through tears, you bury your nose in her fiery mane. She smells sweet, vintage, like the old perfumed love letter that you have kept, safely tucked away in your favourite book. Dark floral with just a hint of woodiness, and something spicy that is entirely her. You love it, more so, you love her, each and every attribute of her.

“A kiss for your thoughts?”

Her lips move against your skin, and you shudder, eyes falling blissfully shut upon feeling her lips sucking the little notch on your throat.

“I was just thinking how I love her so.”

You let her wiggle out of your arms. She adjusts herself to seek your face, smiles in that fox like way she always does whenever she is feeling particularly mischievous.

“How lucky of her to garner the love of such lovely creature!”

“Actually, I’m the luckier one to be in the receiving end of her affections that seem to know no bounds.”

“Don’t tell her I told you this but,-” You make a gesture for her to lean closer, narrowing your eyes conspiratorially, “-she is infamous for being intimidatingly aloof, and she is, but behind her tough exterior lies a soul so kind and a heart so full of love. She’s a cinnamon roll, really.”

“You cheeky vixen.”

Instantly, fingers are on your body, touching you in all the places where she knows very well will make your stomach ache with laughter.

Against your better judgement, a retort leaves your lips.

“Oh, I’m the vixen?”

Considering that you are currently completely at her mercy, it has been a wrong thing to say, and you quickly learn it the hard way. Wicked fingers unleash ruthless assaults, probing the delicate skin of your waist, trailing over your sensitive stomach, prodding underneath your arms, until you are left a crying, babbling mess beneath her body.

Unfortunately, retaliation is not an option, for she is immune to tickles.

In the end, unable to endure this bitter-sweetness of a torture any longer, you concoct a new strategy. You wrap your legs around her dainty waist, and your arms loop around her neck, like a sloth would a tree. Caging her in effectively renders her immobile, and using this opportunity, you pull her down towards you. Those kissable succulent lips, you forgo in favour of sinking your teeth into her flesh. You bite her. On the very tip of her lovely little nose.

After your impromptu bed wrestling—which if you say out loud will surely warrant collective “oohs” and “ahhs” from Dovey and Anemone, but definitely not the mental imagery of the two of you, a tickler and a biter engaged in a fight—you lay entwined in each other’s arms.

Your face is tucked into her chest, inhaling the nostalgia that oozes from her, and she, whilst nosing your head, is savouring every dot of your sweetness, berries pureed in milk, she notes, how fitting for her lovely princess.

“Your cinnamon roll.”

“What?”

“I’m your cinnamon roll. Otherwise, I’m pure dark chocolate. Bitter. Unpalatable.”

“Oh but I love both. Cinnamon roll or dark chocolate, you are mine to savour, mine to love, and I’m the luckiest princess to be crowned Leonora Lesso’s lover.”

“You really are a cheeky vixen.”

“Your cheeky vixen.”

“Mine, indeed.”

For a while, silence embraces you both in the similar way she is embracing you.

Then, lips are descending onto your head.

“Was my darling’s dreams plagued by pesky spiders again?”

You nod into her chest. “Mmhm.”

After a moment,

“Do you think it’s ridiculous?” Your face emerges from its safe place. There is a note of timidity in your voice, doubt discernible in those eyes gazing up at her. “My fear for spiders.”

She finds you so charmingly adorable that her heart swells with tremendous love.

Her lips write her response atop your forehead, along your hairline.

“No fear, big or small, visible or not, is ridiculous, darling.”

“Will you make sure the kitchen is actually free of spiders in the morning? Just in case?” You have found yourself back in the nook of her fragrant neck. You feel the pulse of her vein directly beneath your lips. “I have a terrible feeling, and my subconscious rarely lies.”

“Of course. Anything to make my darling girl feel better.”

You close your lips around the little hummingbird flutter of her pulse, murmur, “I love you, Leo.”

“And, I love you more.”

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#leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso #charlize theron #fanfic #character x reader #the school for good and evil #sge movie #sge #sge netflix #fluffy #sweet #arachnaphobia tw

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bergquistsblvd · 6 months

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inkher0 · 4 months

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Clara's (AKA Akagumo's) Nightmare form!

(Original Character by @the-catcake)

#heroart #akagumo #red spider #clara #akagumo nightmare #red spider nightmare #gore #body horror #monster design #arachnaphobia tw #there's so many awful details about this form fkad;khfld #love it

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pianokantzart · 5 months

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@milkywaypudding I got you 👍

Tippi: Purple Spotted Swallowtail Butterfly

Count Bleck: Solitary Eagle

O-Chunks: Boar

Mimi: Dormouse (turns into a Giant Huntsman Spider)

Dimentio: Weasel

Mr L: A strange, mysterious, masked red fox (who could he be?)

#pardon the low-effort edit I couldn't help myself #might do actual art of these guys one day. Who knows #Mario Animal AU #spider #arachnaphobia tw

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masterdizzi · 4 months

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OK, but can we talk about "Save Summer," specifically Candace's fear of spiders.

One thing that always ticked me off is how Linda was making her feel bad for being afraid of spiders. Stacy seemed to genuinely not understand, considering she got herself hospitalised by sticking her finger in a spider's cage but Linda gave up vibes of mockery and that is a massive red flag.

"Candace Flynn, do not tell me you're still afraid of spiders?"

She is treating arachnophobia like a fear of dark or of spagetti (I used to fear spagetti) despite the fact that it is a very common fear. 4/5 of my siblings have it, and so do most people I know. Idk, it just felt wrong to me. Though I don't actually fear spiders, heck, once I move out, I'm planning on getting a jumping spider. (They are so adowable) as a pet. (So my family won't have to deal with it)

Kudos to Phineas for treating arachnophobia as an actual valid fear, rather than a joke

#phineas and ferb #linda flynn fletcher #Candace flynn #Phineas flynn #spiders #arachnaphobia tw #stacy Hirano #Phineas and Ferb save summer

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gabalut · 1 year

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Cardiarachnid

Ink/watercolor and digital animation

Etsy Patreon

#arachnaphobia #arachnaphobia tw #spider #art #animation #ink #watercolor #horror #surrealism #my art

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canary-song · 9 months

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I've seen this done several times by others so I am JOINING THE BANDWAGON.

Spidernoir / Noir Peter headcanons!

-Whistles and hums and stims by cracking his knuckles or messing with his fingers. Crackly joints.

-Partially exastrovated by nightmares and onset after the initial Bite(tm), he has spider/crawling sensation/cobweb sensation hallucinations, and actually does very poorly around real spiders. Often seen tugging at his coat or sleeves trying to distract himself from the feelings.

-Arguably canon, but even in his own world he's very visually sensative to light, even pre-spiderbite. The type to wear sunglasses inside

-(I've seen this pop up in fics!) Lighting when applied to him seems to care more about what's more dramatic than what makes sense; his face can cast in shadow if he tilts his head just right, or his glasses can gleam up. Sometimes this is a dead giveaway for emotion, but sometimes it's him being a bit of a needlessly dramatic dork

-Also pretty canon-supported, he really enjoys debate, and he and the rest of The Gang at the Bowery Center would spend whole evenings going through current events and their thoughts on recent policy and law. May supported it wholeheartedly, as it meant all three grew up very politically educated despite having little access to proper public education.

-He Has So Many Opinions And Is So Very Willing To Share All Of Them With You. Tries to keep a quieter demeanor as Spiderman, but is less held back as Peter.

-Lost his sight young due to genetics and is extremely near-sighted, but is extremely perceptive of light and value changes

-Facial expressions don't come too naturally to him, and he doesn't have much of a joking or sarcastic tone. Is hard to read if you only know him in passing, but doesn't much like lying and is decently upfront about all his opinions and intentions, which makes him easier to talk to otherwise

-Talks with clear hand gestures to make up for the above, especially as The Spiderman, so that he's more readable to civillians

-Due to not being radioactive-spiderbite-typical with his healing factor, instead cursed by The Spider God(tm), wounds may heal in a similar time but tend to leave scars far easier

#He's neurodivergent your honor. More than half of this is self projection #noir posting #spiderman noir #spidernoir #arachnaphobia tw #??#blogcat: headcanons

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