#king ragworm

[troutreznor]

Alitta virens

[chunkfunkgunk-offishal]

king ragworm please! not fish but they are sea dwelling

Today on CHUNK! FUNK! GUNK! We rate

the KING RAGWORM:

5/10 Chunk

8/10 Funk

7/10 Gunk

Woaahh!! Very cool little guy! I’d heard of rag worms before, but I hadn’t seen one until today! They’re not super chunky, but they have a girth to them. Ragworms generally look pretty similar to me (based on my googling lmao) but it seems that these guys are the most colorful, so they can get some extra funk on top of their already funky ragworm status! They appear to secrete mucous and use it to line their burrows, gunky.

Overall: 7/10

Pretty cool! Very squiggly and loopy.

*･゜ﾟ･* :.｡. .｡.:*･' >* ))))>< '･*:.｡ . .｡.: *･゜ﾟ･*

Also, in my brief google research phase of creating this post; I found a website that I think you may enjoy if you like the casual energy of CHUNK! FUNK! GUNK!

⚠️ I can’t speak for the safety of the website, however. ⚠️

[dira333]

A private man - Suo Hayato x Reader

My first Wind Breaker fic y'all. For @revasserium

“Would you love me if I was a worm?” Suo turns at your question, his visible eye crinkled in a seemingly kind smile. But you know him better.

“That depends. What kind of worm would you be?”

“Well, what do you think?” You lean back in your chair, drape yourself in it like you’re posing for a picture.

“Ah, when you’re sitting like that, I can’t help but think of the King Ragworm. Some deem them the most beautiful worms in the world.”

You fluster a bit at the compliment. “So, uh… you’d love me?”

“No.” He turns away, leaves you to scramble for something to say.

“But I’m your girlfriend.”

“Ah,” he turns back, smiling. “And I love you.” You try to catch a breath before his smile slips away again. “But I’d not love you if you were a worm.”

- - -

“The kid’s coming by again,” your father says as you clean the dojo. Training today was hard, but fulfilling, like it is most days. 

“You could offer him a spot,” you say, trying not to show your emotions on your face. You know you’re not as successful as you should be, as you want to be.

Your father hums low in his throat before sending you a look you know too well. 

“Something has me thinking he’s not just here for the training.”

And you want to agree. Laugh about it. But it’s not that easy.

-

“Hey,” you close the door behind you, shut your father in and yourself out. Or maybe it’s the other way around.

Suo smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eye. You’ve grown aware of the mask he carries, though you’re unsure how to look behind it. 

“Hello.” 

“Care for a walk?” You lift the bag of dirty laundry on your shoulder, lead the way without looking back. You’re almost sure he’ll follow.

Today he’s quiet. So you let him be.

The first few times you’ve found him lingering around the questions had fallen out of his mouth like marbles, like he’d been holding them too tight, too many all at once. Maybe he’s outgrown his curiosity for you just as you’ve grown curious of him.

He knows how long your family has owned the Dojo, how long you’ve trained, where you go to school, even your name. But that’s all you know of him. His name. 

Sure, you’ve noticed that he doesn’t smile with his eyes or that he wears a patch over his right eye. But you’ve never gotten as far as to ask about it.

Today, training hasn’t drained you. Not that it wasn’t tiring. You’re the best fighter in your father’s dojo, sure to go on in his footsteps. But you’ve noticed lately that the other students no longer challenge you. Or maybe you’re just on edge. 

Dreaming of Suo certainly doesn’t help your nerves, not that those dreams stop when daylight arrives.

“Would you-” Suo interrupts himself, lifts the laundry bag off your shoulder as you arrive at the laundromat. 

“Yes?” You ask, embarrassingly breathless.

“Nothing.”

“Oh.” You look away, listen to his footsteps disappearing down the hallway as you fill the first machine.

“Here.” He’s offering you a bottle of tea. “I noticed you like this one.”

“Oh, thanks. What do you get-”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, stares through the dirty window at the empty parking lot outside.

“What do you want for it then?” Your heart is hammering against your ribs.

For a long while, there’s just the sound of the machine whirring behind you. If Suo’s got a talent then it’s being so quiet, standing so still, that you just might forget about him. And then, when you do that… he strikes.

“Fight me?” He asks. You take the first deep breath in weeks.

-

Suo says he didn’t know beauty until he saw you fight.

Suo says it tastes different to lose if he’s losing to you.

Suo says…

“You know,” you say one harsh December morning, your breath glowing white in the morning light. “This reminds me of that one Anime. What was the name… One Piece, I think?”

Suo laughs, hands in his pockets, staring up at the sky.

“Are you saying I’m Zoro?” 

“Maybe,” you smile cheekily, watch as he reciprocates the gesture. This time, his eye’s smiling too. “But I’m Kuina for sure.”

“No.” He shakes his head slowly before moving fast, his hand grabbing yours with a strength that surprises. “You’re not Kuina.”

“Who am I then?” You ask, breathless.

There are a million answers to this question. You are yourself. You are his teacher. His friend. Maybe even the girl he could love.

But Suo doesn’t answer. He just cocks his head and smiles, like he’s just thought of a joke he’s not willing to tell.

“Why are you asking me?”

-

Training isn’t that expensive. 

Your father makes sure that even those who are low-income can attend his classes. 

Still, you’ve got a feeling Suo doesn’t even have that kind of money to spare.

Not that he talks about it. And when he does, he’s sure to tell you everything but the truth.

“How did you get that eyepatch?”

“It is to hide the ancient spirit that is sealed away.”

You’ve grown used to it like you’ve grown used to the way he fights. Ever changing. Never quite the same as he was the day before.

He’s good. And he’s going to be better than you.

“I think you should let him join,” you tell your father one night, doing the dishes after dinner. He stops drying the plate he’s holding to watch you, conversing, like often, through something other than words.

“Tell him to come by next week.” He puts the plate away. “I suppose you want to have a few days to convince him.”

-

“Here,” you drop the pouch in Suo’s hands, cross your arms to hide the tremor in your fingers. “This is for you.”

Suo stares for a while before he opens it, lets the tassel earrings drop into his open palm.

“What are they for?” 

“My father… I… You can start next Monday.”

For a second, his features harden. It’s gone the next moment but you’ve always been observant.

“You don’t want to?” You ask.

“Do you want me to?” He turns the question around. Your fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt.

“I want you to want it.” You tell him honestly, let your tongue run loose. “I want you to want me.”

Suo stays silent, so you grab your broken heart from the ground and put it back in your chest, knowing that it will take some time to figure out how to beat again.

“You can come in on Monday or you can stay away, that’s your choice. But if you don’t come, I don’t want to see you again.”

You wish you could say that walking away was easy. That you didn’t turn at the corner to look back. That he was still there when you turned.

But you can’t. So you don’t.

-

Monday rolls around. The students assemble. Suo isn’t among them.

Your father calls you over, asks you to take care of the beginners. It’s easy work but distracting. They tend to hurt themselves more than their opponents.

You miss the door opening. Miss the footsteps, quiet but well-aimed. Miss everything but your father clearing his throat.

“Ah, our new student.”

And when you turn, Suo’s looking at you, the yellow strands of the tassel earrings twinkling in the sunlight.

When he smiles at you, his eye smiles along.

- - -

“Is that your girlfriend, Suo?” A blond boy asks as they approach the street, the school quieting behind them.

“No, no,” Suo smiles, “That’s my master.” He bows before you, hands pressed together.

You mock the serious gesture by pressing a kiss against his temple when he raises, winking at the blond.

“So you’re telling them lies?” You ask as you link your arms, taking a left turn as the blond and his friend take a right. 

“No lies, my dear. I’m just being a little creative with the truth.”

“Ah.” You smile. “So that’s what you call it.”

“Don’t fret.” He pulls you in when you turn the corner, the street quiet and lonely around you. Suo’s a private man, always has been, always will be. Maybe that’s why his kisses taste so sweet. “I’m telling you the truth, ain’t I?”

[iguanodont]

Mentioned briefly in my last post, but I do in fact have holographic worm stickers for sale now.

There’s far more to the world of Annelida than the humble nightcrawlers you find in your yard; many species are found in marine environments, where they take such varied forms as the fearsome bobbit worm or the ethereal tomopteris. Here I’ve rendered a ragworm (family Nerididae); a sort of polychaete (bristle worm) found in benthic marine (and occasionally freshwater) environments the world over.

Some cool facts to win you over:

1. The largest ragworm in the world is the king ragworm (Alitta virens), which ready achieves lengths of 4 ft/120 cm.

2. Ragworms are an important part of the live sea-bait industry. Unfortunately that also means they have been harvested so extensively in some areas that their populations are threatened.

3. Ragworms reproduce through a bizarre process called epitoky, in which the benthic worm either transforms into a free-swimming reproductive morph, or buds off several free swimming sex-clones to party in the world above. Either way, it will be the final act of the animal’s life.

4. Ragworms, like bobbit worms, have large, eversible mandibles in their pharynx that they extrude to give a nasty bite.

5. On the topic of ragworm jaws, the material they are made of is very strong and lightweight, despite lacking the calcium mineralization of most other animals with hard body structures. There is some research investigating its structure for aerospace engineering applications!

[spearxwind]

images dont send anonymously but google 'king ragworm' they look pretty sick

God tier type animal I think

[terranlifeform]

King ragworm (Alitta virens) in the White Sea, Russia

Alexander Semenov

[seveneyesoup]

#you gotta do marine wormsssss gimme a king ragworm lookin ass mermaid #Marine worms can be mermaids if you believe in them

@rosybetta ask and ye shall receive

[bornetoblood]

the king ragworm is my new favourite worm <3

[sea-soy-marinero]

tagged by @miketownsends to put my music on shuffle & list the first 10 songs 🤘🏼

here’s my spotify likes shuffled (anyone else notice spotify’s mix algorithms getting worse tho)

1. All Fired Up - Interpol

2. Science Fiction- Christine and the Queens

3. Jean Grey - Tunde Olaniran

4. What’s Your Pleasure? - Jessie Ware

5. Better Things - Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings

6. CANDY - ROSALÍA

7. Ragworm - White Lies

8. Float - Janelle Monáe

9. Narc (Paul Banks Remix) - Interpol

10. Young Folks - Peter Bjorn and John

[wingsfromwhere]

I had a dream that i was in a knew town on a hillside and like 30% of the population rode rollerblades and the town had a gang problem and i was riding around my rollerblades on this mountain slope constantly falling in ft o ditches to my near death trying to get the hang of it and at the bottom of the slope there would be LA kings type gangsters patroling to area to make sure cops wernt messing with them and they liked me because i would follow the rolleblading cops or skate away faster than them if they chased me

I also had a very disturbing part of my dream thats kinda nsfw

Before my skaters gang paradise, i dreamt i was in some really beat down neighberhood like it was the poor neighberhood from atlas shrugged or smth. And i was in this shitty shack and for some reason i was inspecting my penis and i noticed abunch of black spots on the head glan and i went to pop it like a pimple and when i pushed it, instead of a slow buildup and climactic pop, it instantly released from a worms mouth, like it was a worm that burrowed in while holding a black sliver of wood and i was just squeezing the splinter out of the worms mouth. The mouth looked like this pic of a ragworms mouth

And there were like 5 black spots and i "popped" them all and they all just released by the worms unbiting them ir smth. It w a s so so so strange

The splinters reminded me of another dream, ill search my blog for it to see if i can compare

[onenicebugperday]

@robotzebra​ submitted: I know that this blog doesn't normally deal with sea-creatures but I thought you might make an exception for this unit of a worm. This is a polychaete worm called Alitta virens also known as a sandworm or a king ragworm. This one, found at the swedish Westcoast, was about 45 cm long.

Fun fact: it's little paddle-like appendages is called parapodia and in addition to using them to move around they also function as gills.

I will absolutely make an exception because I love this long dude. 45cm??? A large friend. Incredible tube. A+ foot paddle gills.

[smithsonianlibraries]

An illustration of a sandworm (aka “king ragworm”) from William Carmichael McIntosh‘s A monograph of the British marine annelids v. 2, pt. 2 (1910). The worm is labeled Nereis virens in the text, which is an older scientific name for the species now known as Alitta virens.

Full text with many other illustrations here.

[aaaaagaronia]

worm!!!!!

[nakedfullmonty]

educate me abt ragworms professor monty idk what the fuck those are but it cant be a worse learning experience than finding out crabs relations to insects or w/e it was that horrified me when u told me

ragworms! family Nereididae! they're a type of polychaete (poly-keet) worm, which are worms that have lateral outgrowths on each segment called parapodia, which is why lots of marine worms look like they have "legs". The parapodia have bristles made of chitin on them, called chaetae (kee-tay), so polychaetes are also called bristleworms sometimes.

Ragworms are mostly marine and live on the sea floor and typically burrow in sand/mud, especially those that live at shallow depths so they can burrow to keep cold and wet when the tide goes out.

There's over 500 species of Nereididae. Here's Neanthes fucata, which is almost always found sharing a shell with a hermit crab!

They have four eyes but two of them are big funny anime looking ones

Usually when im looking at pictures of them though I usually look at Alitta virens, sometimes called King Ragworms coz they can reach 1-3ft long. I usually look at them because when I do visitor day stuff at the univeristy they have a big bucket of them and they won't let me just start grabbing handfulls and I'm mad about it. But they're also very pretty in the right conditions! Many of them are pretty with the right light.

Here's a video of a very blue one!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE9ANz33LYU

But also the reason I'm not allowed to put my hands in the ragworm bucket is because they bite! Many fishermen dig up live ragworms and store them to use as live bait attest to this. They also say if you get their blood in any cuts on your hands apparently it stings quite a lot, its common anecdotally among fishermen but I've yet to find anything scientific on what it is about their blood that might cause that.

But yeah they bite! They have eversible pharynxes (can push their throat out of their mouth) and they have teeth inside! Their teeth aren't made of calcium but with a type of protein and zinc which makes them tough but not too heavy, supposedly.

Hope you enjoyed my post on why I should be allowed to put my hands in the university ragworm bucket

[wildwormies]

Since ur name's worm I just thought I'd let u know,,, u are in fact!!! Various groups!!!

Also what are ur opinions on the king ragworm

That I am!! You will never know which one is me :]

Also ragworms are most certainly not royalty >:[

[lupinuslepidus]

whats the weirdest, most unrealistic fever dream of mother nature to grace the animal kingdom?

okay so i know i got this ask a while ago and i kept putting off responding to it bc i’m not even sure where to begin there’s so many weird and bizarre critters out there. that being said i feel like there’s some that get a lot of love: axolotls, nudibranchs, cephalopods generally? So let’s go with ragworms / polychaetes generally ? I’ll admit I don’t know a lot about them off the top of my head, but sometimes one forgets that most of the animal kingdom is just... variations on worms, and these are very cool. Look at them. Alexander Semenov makes them look so **pretty**. And they’re found all over the world, from the coldest/deepest oceans to the hydrothermal vents, and some of them are tiny but some of them can be h u g e (Eunice aphroditois?). They’re just really neat. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polychaete https://ocean.si.edu/ocean-life/invertebrates/pops-polychaete-color https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/running-ponies/meet-the-enormous-king-ragworm-and-its-adorable-offsider-the-slender-ragworm/