#black belly of the tarantula

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La tarantola dal ventre nero (1971) - Lobby card set

AKA Black Belly of the Tarantula

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Stefania Sandrelli in La Tarantola Dal Ventre Nero aka Black Belly Of The Tarantula (1971)

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some … VERY RARE POSTERS AROUND THE WORLD 🌎

Baron Blood (1972) Australian 🇦🇺 Daybill

Cannibal Ferox (1981) Australian 🇦🇺 Daybill

RARISSIMO !!!

Uno sull'altra Perversion Story One of the Top of the other (1969) Poster Uk 🇬🇧

RARISSIMO !!!

L’uccello dalle piume di cristallo Bird with the Crystal Plumage (1970) Spanish 🇪🇸 Poster + French 🇫🇷 Lobby

RARISSIMO !!!

La Tarantola dal ventre nero Black Belly of the Tarantula (1971) French 🇫🇷 Poster + Belgian 🇧🇪 Poster

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La tarantola dal ventre nero (Black Belly of the Tarantula, 1971)

"Yes, I've always told you to drop it, it's true. But now... you're not giving up. Not now. And I don't really care about the movie. If they're out to get you, it means the murderer is afraid of you. It means you know what you're doing. He's afraid of you."

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Trapped Inside His Own Body While EVIL Buries Him Alive! "Short Night of Glass Dolls" reviewed! (Celluloid Dreams / 4-Disc 4K UHD and Blu-ray)

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Barbara Bouchet in The Black Belly of the Tarantula (1971)

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The Black Belly of the Tarantula (1971) dir. Paolo Cavara

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I realized that, like bird knowledge, I might've been overestimating what's reasonable to assume everyone knows about local venomous insects

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Paolo Cavara directs Barbara Bouchet in Black Belly of the Tarantula.

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La tarantola dal ventre nero (1971)

AKA Black Belly of the Tarantula

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SPIDER SPECIES LORE

The pictures above are WIPs that are just examples of what members of the species CAN look like. But they dont have to have this waists or long thin fingers.

Long and thin/spindly arms Are common, but not the rule.

This species doesnt have a name yet. Tbh I made it two days ago then have been too busy to think or work on it since. So if anyone has suggestions lemme know!

So now onto the lore.

they've got 4 arms, 2 legs. Haven't decided if they've got a spider abdomen or not.

Their legs are digitigrade because why not. Real spider legs got 3 joints anyways. And the feet are spider paws like the pic I sent in general.

They have a 3rd set of arm like limbs above their hips. That pair of limbs is much shorter than the arms, and dont have fingers, just normal spider paws, like their feet. They sorta look like the pedipalps spiders have. (The arm like limbs next to a spider's head)

That set of limbs is specifically for handling their webs.

I've decided that their spinnerets aren't on the rear like with real spiders.

1: I dont wanna deal with "lmao they make webs from their butts!"

And 2: it wouldn't be practical for them to have their webs come from the back end, since they are bipedal and thus can't easily reach the back like normal spiders can.

Their webs either are gonna be secreted from special glands in their mouth, *or* are gonna come from the spot on the front of their torso that would be the "belly button" of most other races.

Its not a hole btw either. Its a flat circle or oval area on their stomach that they pull silk off of. Its a normal spinneret. It just looks different.

They've also got chelicerae on their face like spiders.

And various amounts of eyes.

Some have 8. Others only have 4. Just like real spiders. It just depends.

But they always have one pair of main eyes that are normal looking for humanoid races. And then one to three smaller pairs of eyes that can be "eye" shaped, or circular.

Also when it comes to how im gonna actually design these guys, its gonna be very Hollow Knight-esc in terms of proportions.

The females are larger than the males, and much stronger. They're also generally less colorful.

While the males are smaller and weaker, but Faster. And generally very colorful compared to the females.

The two pairs of arms on females are thick and generally the same length as eachother, with the pair of limbs above their hips thats for handling their silk, being generally longer than for the males.

And the males arms are slimmer, with longer hands. And their upper set of arms are visibly longer than the lower set, and the limbs above their hips for handling their silk are generally much smaller than they are for females.

If I decide this species has spider abdomens as well, then the males would have colorful patterns and sometimes even "flaps" or "plates" on the sides that can unfold/expand to show off even More colors and patterns. (Think like a peacock jumping spider)

The males always would have more striking colors and patterns than the females, even if the colors are just basic browns blacks and grays.

While the female would have much more drab colors. Doesn't mean they can't be colorful. But it just means they're generally colorful than the males. Think, like birds.

Im also thinking the whole race is actually a group of 3 subspecies.

Haven't figured out names for them yet tho (considering i literally came up with the concept of this race as I was falling asleep)

But the main defining feature of the subspecies is their sizes and colors.

9.5-8 feet is the largest subspecies. And their colors are *generally* more drab. Browns, blacks, grays. With *some* having more "colorful" colors mixed in on occasion. But the colors are still much duller than it would be for the other two subspecies.

These guys are also as a whole much stronger and bulkier than the other two sub species, a

(These guys would most resemble tarantulas and other large and bulky spider species)

7-5 feet is the middle sized subrace. These guys are the most common of the race as a whole.

Their colors are a bit more diverse than the larger subspecies. Ranging from blacks browns and grays, to whites, rich blood browns, deep greens and blues, soft yellows and oranges, sometimes purple hues, and occasionally red mixed in. But still not so colorful that they stand out amongst nature.

They also can have a striking, brightly colored pattern somewhere on them while the red of their body is drab colors.

Think similar to a black widow.

These guys aren't necessarily bulky or lithe. They can lean more toward either or.

(Think like your middle sized Spicer species. Not small but not big either. Some can be lithe and fast while others are more compact and bulky)

They also have the largest difference in size between males and females of the race

4-3 feet is the smallest species.

Jumping spiders. They're jumping spiders.

They're the smallest subspecies of the race, and while the weakest, they're also the fastest, and Very agile.

They also have the least difference in size between males and females. Often with the males simply just being more lanky and lithe compared to the bulkier females, rather than actually being smaller

All of them have bright colors on them. They generally have a base color, black or white, with bright and colorful patterns on top.

Generally the females are darker colors, while the males are lighter colors.

The females have a smaller proportion of bright colors on their bodies than the males do. And said colors tend to be deeper and darker shades.

Meanwhile the males have a higher proportion of bright colors covering their bodies, and always have very striking and brightly colored patterns on them.

All of them can interbreed with eachother.

Its just that due to size differences, it can be a bit tricky. And also due to said differences in size and physical characteristics, any children are subject to being a wide range of sizes and physical characteristics as well depending on the differences of their parents.

Like.. for example different dog breeds crossing.

Any dog breed can cross with another since they're the same species. But due to physical characteristics there's gonna be some wildly different features in the kids.

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Some underrated creatures you can use for character design inspo (with no specific order)

Earwigs

Crayfishes

Centipedes

Chameleons

Gharials

Dholes

Wolverines

Nautili (nautilus)

Pangolins

Fossas

Frilled sharks

Okapi

Platypuses

Vaquitas

Komodo dragons

Thrips

Whip spiders (AKA tailless whip scorpion)

Barn owls

Ostriches

Star nosed moles

Coral snakes

Anacondas

Red bellied black snakes

City doves (common pigeons)

Angler fishes

Mole crickets

Cobalt blue tarantulas

Arabian sand boa (look this one up, it's funny i promise)

Weasels/stoats

Cross fox

Termites (I'm for real, yes)

Falcons

Sparrowhawk (qarghi)

Antlions

Moray eels

Lancetfishes

Prawns/shrimps

Ethiopian wolves

Hyena

Honey badgers

Hornets

Bumblebees

Lice

True crabs

Tarantula wasps

Dumbo octopuses

Seals

Otters

Vampire squids

Jellyfishes

Sea cucumbers

Red eyed tree frogs

Common toads

Silverfishes

Common grasshopper

Cicadas

Bristletails

Botflies

Phasmids

Aphids

Red pandas

Lobsters

Yeti crabs

Damselflies

Death moths

Fenec foxes

Capybaras

Arctic hares

Pygmy shrew

Stag beetle

Aye-aye

Chimps

Gibbons

Mantis

Rats

Red wolves

Tasmanian tiger-wolves (it went extinct long ago but it counts)

Tasmanian devils

Dingos

Ravens

Azawakh

So many animals to choose from, leave grey wolves and domestic cats alone a bit please/hj

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Stairs

Today he comes back from his errands in town with a kiwi. Standing for a moment at the counter next to the sink, he frets aloud about whether or not you’d like it peeled. This is after he puts away the other things he’s brought from town. He always does things in the same order, setting the sacks down in a neat row on the counter and then moving from right to left as he puts each thing away. From your enclosure you watch as he passes back and forth in the squared blot of light, inset in gloomy wood paneling, that is the pass-through window you always hated. The rust Carter-era carpet stinks but the sea smells nice through the propped open door.

Cabinet doors open and close, he runs water in the sink. He hums and murmurs as he works at these little tasks. He always was a man of happy little sounds, often speaking aloud to you or your neighbor the tarantula Estelle, who does not understand English and who fears him except when he feeds her a scattering of crickets and then she is not afraid because it wakes a hunger in her and then there is only that. She is all the way a spider now and spiders only know one thing at a time.

Once everything is put away except for the kiwi in his hand, an eggplant, and a small bottle of brandy and a small bottle of maple syrup that resemble each other, he approaches you with a slice of the fruit in his hand. At the center of it it is white, shaped a little like Our Lady of Guadalupe outlined not in gold rays but a wheel’s spoke of tiny black seeds. From that to the furred brown coat radii of the lushest green. Noisily he slides the top from your enclosure and offers it down to you. You feel the sluggish, satisfying stretch of your neck towards it, your head with its upper muzzle pointed like an eggtooth; you feel yourself blink with stately slowness your red-ringed sagacious eyes. Then you pierce the fruit with your little beaked mouth and use your mandible and tongue to tug it from his fingers and work it down and down and down into your belly. It’s ok. It’s sourly syrupy, a taste somehow echoing the green green of its flesh. Its rough brown skin you like better, the feel of its tiny coarse hairs in your no-longer-teeth. You are glad he did not peel it.

“Would you like some more?” He asks.

No. You withdraw your head partway and give him another sedate blink to signify your demurral.

“All right then,” he laughs gently. “Would you like to go out in the yard for a bit?”

Carefully he carries you out and sets you in the long grass, the gentle sun, just in front of where the flowerbed used to be. Now beneath the fat, untidy coil of the garden hose are heaped bright beach toys for your grandchildren when every other weekend they come. The sand mold in the shape of a turtle is overturned and in it rain water shines. He’s brought out a book and a little glass of brandy too, and before he takes a sip he looks down at you, smiling.

Around his gray eyes his crows’ feet deepen. He is too young for his eyes to crinkle so, to sit so deep in sallow bags. You are inclined to blame it on the divorce. But then again, even as a baby, even the very day he was lifted from your slit belly and laid on this side of the raised sheet on the other side of which the surgeons moved like angels, his eyes were slyly half-shut like he knew things; he already had somehow the face of someone grown. More like you than his father he looked, but really most like your own mother, who died suddenly when he was in your belly.

Maybe they met on the stairs, your father said. You didn’t understand what he meant, then. You only knew she was nowhere, a great plunging suck of space where she’d been. A great grief and the great gladness of the child in your arms, each not diminishing the other. But now you understand: there is beneath things a great and crowded stairway of dimming faces, shiftings, left-handed mercies. All the way up, all the way down. Not turtles but stairs.

Someone rides by on a bike and rings a bell and calls out to him and he calls out back. The very first edge of evening appears out beyond where you can see but you feel it and as though called you begin your thoughtful creep to the edge of the grass, toward the bright warm river of the gravel drive. Every evening you do this. And every evening, before you can make it there, he picks you up and carries you back again to rest in the cooling grass at his feet.