#He's a fiddler crab

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Let's try again....

Made a better poll because I forgot what is clearly the best option.

Tasmanian giant crab:

Christmas Island red crab:

Snow crab:

Sand/mole/peekytoe crab:

Japanese spider crab:

Fiddler crab:

Blue crab:

Ghost crab:

Hermit crab:

Vampire crab:

Coconut crab:

Horseshoe crab:

[questionsforjamie]

My little girl group? Oh, now you've really fiddled my fiddler crab! That is totally sexist! The Troubletones are trouble, we're trouble for you and the rest of your loser doo-wop boys. I mean, really, what are you guys? The gay Jersey Boys? The Troubletones kick total butt and, yeah, we're all totally hot but we are not for your gross little male gaze! And I will use my innate transbian connection to the ocean to totally demolish you in every competition.

Just because something can't speak up for itself, doesn't mean it doesn't deserve uplifting! Did you never read The Lorax? Speak for the trees and all that! I thought you were kinda funny at first, almost like an alien, but you're actually just pretty mean, ya'know that? It's probably for the best you don't clean up the beach with me, you'd probably just spread your bad attitude everywhere, like an oil spill.

I have no clue what "de-yassified" means, but I'm most certain The Warblers are far superior to your little... girl group. Please do explain why you thought "Troubletones" was a wise choice of name? Implying you're tone deaf is in no way conducive to being a threatening show choir. But I will admit, it's nice having you ladies to look, even if not any competition.

It's almost like people have other interests to your own. Like I said previously, I have plenty of interests. I believe in rights for crabs the same way I believe in rights for any living being, when they can voice their opinions I'll take it more serious. How about you clean up the beach, and I just help you with a charitable donation for your troubles?

[rumwik]

My fiddler crab was dancing for his lady roommate, but he oriented himself in his log the wrong way so all we could see was his tiny claw waving like this.

[thespongelady99]

A very handsome fiddler crab I met the other day. He was waving his claw to attract the ladies (it worked on me at least)

[little-orange-bastard]

Chapter 4: One For The Road...

@pepperonyscience @authortobenamedlater @thefinaljediknight @p0tat0-g0ddess @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @helix-enterprises117 @purple-purple-pink-purple (Out of character, just real quick I appreciate everyone's patience with the delay to the campaign. The bug that blew through the ToBeNamedLater household had myself an ATBNL down pretty hard. We are doing much better, so back to it!) STORY CONTINUES BELOW: Picking up where our story left off, and advancing the story timeline slightly, all of you have evacuated your dead bunker and are on a dusty remain of a highway. Your group is a motley collection of fangirls @authortobenamedlater @thefinaljediknight @p0tat0-g0ddess. You also have one cattle wrangler @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask, a pilot (latecomer @purple-purple-pink-purple who was sleeping in the back room of the bunker for the last six months because that's just how much naps moms need to catch up) and a human survivor @helix-enterprises117 with an overpowered cybernetic fist that makes him look a bit like a fiddler crab. Despite the time being high noon, the sky has an orange haze on account of the extra particulates in the atmosphere, the telltale signs that a nuclear winter could be coming. Off in the distance you can see the burnt out remains of a city with the barely legible roadsigns indicating it is the town of Pueblo, Colorado.

Very little seems to be moving on the surface. You've seen a few scavengers, mostly crows, vultures and carrion eaters but nothing else of significance. You have heard a few rustles of *something* that seems to be following you, but haven't been able to make it out. The roadway is littered with the remains of burned out cars, the bodies now just skeletons or ash. The air is cold and dry on account of the reduced solar gain, lack of precipitation, and shortened days for October. You are all wearing matching desert camouflage uniforms (DCU's) surplus from the Desert Storm era. They blend in fairly well to the environment. For equipment you each have a matching pack in the same camouflage pattern. Inside each pack is the following: a bedroll, a poncho tarp for shelter, some waterproof matches, some water purification straws, a change of clothes and extra underwear/socks, a hand crank emergency AM/FM radio receiver and flashlight combo, a first aid kit, compass, map, spare boot laces, some fishing equipment and some paracord. You each also have a few quarts of water apiece along with some survival lifeboat rations, enough to last a week or so with careful use. For weapons, you each at a minimum are equipped with a survival knife and sheath. You all managed to scavenge a few other weapons in the bunker. For firearms there are two Glock handguns of mismatched calibers (9mm and .45 automatic respectively) and limited ammunition for each of just three preloaded magazines apiece due to weight and size limits. There is a singular AR-pattern rifle with iron sights and two magazines. The rest are carrying either a baseball bat, crowbar or tire iron as they choose to do so. These arms are distributed among the group to those that are best trained in their use. Overall, you aren't in the worst condition weapon-wise, but it's clear that scavenging ammunition and being selective with your engagements is going to be critical for now. An extended firefight could draw a lot of attention and burn through your at-present limited ammunition needlessly. Your orange avatar is riding in @authortobenamedlater's pocket. He hasn't said much lately other than the direction to go is northwest. The town of Pueblo is presently to your due north and you are just on the outskirts around the dried remains of Lake Minnequa. Your little group also has a fold-up DeLorme topographical map with the words "Candy Mountain" written in purple crayon and an X crudely drawn over the Almagre Mountain range approximately 50 miles to your north. This would seem to be your destination. The question is, how are you going to get there? It's 50 miles of mostly desert with not much there between Pueblo and the base of the mountain. That's a long way on foot with limited supplies. There appear to be three obvious possible avenues. One is the BNSF railyard in the middle of the bombed out remains of Pueblo which is filled with who knows what. Maybe transportation. Maybe looters. Maybe monsters. There's also the Pueblo airport out east which may offer some options but is in the opposite direction for travel to your destination. You might find something there, or then again it could be a red herring. Circling around Pueblo to the rest there's the aptly named suburb of Pueblo West. Doesn't seem like there's much in the way of transportation choice there, but they do have a number of shops that may yield important supplies. You're sure that you wouldn't be the only survivors thinking the same thing.

There may be other options yet open to you but there’s a problem. Your group is split on which direction to go. The limited weapons and deciding who got what proved to be incredibly unpopular and onerous in the extreme. It's clear that leadership is going to have to be decided on before following whichever path.

[official-crab-posts]

hello and welcome to official crab posts, a blog where i present you with only the crabbiest of posts! you can call me crab or bug.

i have a ko-fi here if you want to fund my crab army! (or help me afford tuition)

feel free to tag me in posts you think are worthy of becoming official crab posts, certified by me, a random person on the internet.

for pronouns, basically anything goes. i especially like they/them, it/its, and ze/zir, but he/him or she/her are also alright :]

get your very own crab drawing to help palestine!

zionists and antisemites are not welcome here.

please let me know if you want something specific tagged.

i’m pretty busy so i may not post too often but i will try to keep enough crab posts in the queue that you get one a day.

if i dont answer your message or ask i pinky promise im not trying to ignore you im just forgetful :( but i see them and i love them !!!

hall of fame (in chronological order):

origin post

double the crabs

the great crab war

my official tumblr sexyman humansona

now. as i'm sure you know, there are a lot of things that evolve to look like crabs. there are many things we call crabs which are not true crabs. you may be wondering what i, official crab posts, will count as a crab and whether i will be including only true crabs. so.

for the purposes of this blog, if it looks like a crab, walks like a crab, talks like a crab, or has a common name that ends in the word crab, it counts as a crab.

i simply do not have the time or energy to identify every crab i see and double check that they are a true crab. however, this is a CRAB blog. i will not post other crustaceans, although you can definitely show them to me if you think they're cool.

to be extra clear:

fiddler crabs (true crabs) ✅CRAB

hermit crabs (false crabs) ✅CRAB

lobsters ❌NOT A CRAB

[aplpaca]

fun fact that bc of one of their claws being Obnoxiously Fucking Huge, male fiddler crabs literally can't eat with it. Which means they spend like twice as much time eating as females, since females can shovel food into their mouth with both claws but males can only do it with one

This relates to the concept of "honest/costly signaling" in ecology, which contains the idea that traits that attract mates can be an accurate display of an individual's fitness/capability due to said trait actually having disadvantages (ex. long attractive tails in some birds making moving more difficult, large claws making it harder to eat, being brightly colored making you more visible to predators, etc). The idea being that if certain attractive traits are actually disadvantageous, then an organism thriving and being overall healthy despite said traits is evidence that said organism is Good At Surviving, and therefore a good potential mate.

So while bigger claws do have the benefit of giving a male fiddler crab an edge in fights with other males, which play a big role in female mate choice, a male being healthy while having his bigass claw in the first place also serves as indirect proof that he's good at successfully obtaining enough food to survive

but like. look at this dude. he can't eat with that thing. he's got one functional food shovel bc the women think him having a one-purpose bigass muscle arm is Good Baby Material. and they're not even technically wrong

[cryogenically-frozen]

Ryoma Hoshi but as a crab centaur (crabtaur, if you will) because his star sign is cancer and it's his birthday.

Loosely based on an Atlantic Sand Fiddler Crab because he has one claw way bigger than the other. This is because I think it would be really cool design-wise if he just put a fishing net over the big claw and used that as a tennis racket but he needs a little one for holding a cigarette and not looking overly silly.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

How would the states react to..uhhh…demons, yeah let’s go with demons

Hmmmmmm—

Florida: mans has seen more than enough on his adventures with Loui and is usually unfazed by spirits/demons now. Unless they’re hurting Loui. Then there’s a problem.

Loui: Fck it Loui is the demon. He’s crab-runned, wall-ran, and 360-degree turned his neck, at way to many states. He’s just spooky like that and it’s why we love him. Now if it’s NOT him that’s the demon, he’s either suffering due to the bad energy and dark presence, or he’s launched a crucifix down its throat already. Btw- he does not check under his bed for monsters cuz the monsters are more scared of him than he is of them.

Gov: He won’t give a fiddler’s-flying-you-know-what. He’ll just question his existence before pouring his 20th cup of coffee, grabbing a Celsius, and returning to his office.

Texas: he runs from the Goatman in his free time. He does not fear this stuff unless the bad energy is strong enough for it to affect him. It usually isn’t. He’ll just throw some scooby snacks soaked in holy water out the window and hope that the demon falls for it.

Cali: screaming bloody murder and cussing out whoever summoned the damn thing 💀 nobody can change my mind 💀

NY: he’s had his fair share of scares (hey that rhymes!). Especially because he has Massachusetts as a brother and Loui as one of his best friends. If he’s having a rough day, he’ll just cuss it out and say the first disturbing sh*t that comes to mind till it gets concerned enough to leave.

Massachusetts: Mans has the holy water guns locked and loaded a crucifix ready. He doesn’t care where the demon came from, just that it goes back there.

NJ: "that’s what you call a demon?? NAH I’LL SHOW YA A REAL DEMON BET-"

[raideoarts]

Day 10/30 daily Rohan 2.0

I realized way too late that I drew him drawing with the wrong hand but idk maybe he's training himself to be ambidextrous or something 🥲

Also I saw some fiddler crabs today :)c

[splatoon-countdown]

What are your hopes/theorys for side order? :>

(Sorry this took so long to answer! I was having a lot of trouble forming my thoughts about it.) My hopes for Side Order... Well, one of my main hopes is that it'll be really good. I hope that neither Marina or Acht are the villain. I used to think that Agent 4 had to be in Side Order, but after a while I stopped expecting it, but I would still like to see Four in there. In general I'm really excited for Acht to have a big role in the story after so long. It was so surprising to see that they have connections with Marina. As for theories though.. Hmmm... I don't have too many interesting theories that haven't already been figured out by the community (that it probably takes place in virtual reality, that Acht's bandage is suspiciously at the same area of the weird thing around Eight's arm, etc), however I do think either Barry C., the owner of Hotlantis, might have something to do with it since there's various items in the background of some of the stages, or Glen Fiddler, the builder of Splatoon 3's battle lobby, who I'm even more suspicious of. More under the cut cause I wrote... a lot..

Glen Fiddler has a lot of strange things going on with him. He has a 3d model and two seperate renders in a sunken scroll, even though it would be much easier to just draw him there. Why have a whole 3d model if that character isn't gonna show up in-game eventually? It seems like a waste of time, especially when most things like that are drawn or use existing models to render something in the Splatoon franchise. The specific sunken scroll he appears in mainly focuses on monochrome colors, which is also similar to side order. I've seen multiple people, including myself, suspicious of the Copy Machine (especially after Splatoween, where if you inked the whole lobby there would be fish skeleton decals point to the Copy Machine?? (I know snowflakes replace the fish skeleton decals exact spots in Frostyfest but still)) which happens to be located in the lobby that Glen Fiddler built. Another suspicious character with a sunken scroll is Marigold, or the staff. She specifically runs Crab-N-Go in the lobby (that again, Glen Fiddler built) and shows up multiple times throughout the game with different jobs/purposes. Also, something I often see is that people think there are only 3 Marigolds throughout the game. But there's another in Grizzco that I barely see people talk about. If you check your rewards in Grizzco, someone is there to trade various items for scales. If you play without audio, you might not notice, but the voice of the person here is the same as Marigold's. Not to mention, they talk similarly to her too, with the same mannerisms. Frequent use of the name "dear" or "dearie." Marigold's situation is odd, as she has many aliases in many different places. It might be a cloning situation (which is very suspicious seeing as the first Side Order trailer had a shot of multiple Agent 8s, 1 looking normal, the other two looking almost holographic?), but that's not the point. The point is that Marigold has some shady stuff going on, the other besides her having so many aliases being that she works at Grizzco, a company that over the years has become less shady but still a bit shady. It's a bit odd she's everywhere for battle stuff (Crab-N-Go, Tableturf, Recon). Besides main suspects... I don't think Lil Judd is going to be involved. I feel like if he has a whole thing going on, he'd be the villain of a different single player campaign. Side Order just doesn't seem to fit what they're planning with him. I guess the skeletal fish enemies kinda line up with Salmon Run, which Lil Judd has many ties to? But besides that it doesn't make that much sense to me. If Lil Judd got anything it would be in like, Splatoon 4. Or a spinoff game. Or something. But there's way too much weird stuff happening with him for them to NOT do anything with that eventually, so I doubt this is the final Splatoon game. That got a bit off topic, but I really don't have any other Side Order theories yet.. Thank you for asking this, by the way! It's always very fun to talk extensively about my special interests :D

[caffeineheroes]

BUT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED

The Fiddler Crab

Because then he could be smol and palm-sized and a variety of color options.

Vampire crab:

Coconut crab:

Horseshoe crab:

King crab:

Hermit crab:

Ghost crab:

Blue crab:

Yeti crab:

Japanese spider crab:

Sand crab (aka mole crab or peekytoe crab):

Snow crab (aka queen crab):

Christmas Island red crab:

Tasmanian giant crab:

[captain-kuppa]

Cap'n Kuppa wants everyone to meet me crewmate Yelok, shortened for Yellow Hook. He's a fiddler crab, ya know, the one famous for it's enormous pinchers (chelipeds). He can't fight fo shit but SINK ME! Can this boy play the guitar!

A fiddler crab, also called a calling crab, is a land crab that lives in mud or sand flats near the beach. The reason this crab is called a fiddler crab is because it holds its large cheliped in front of its body and moves it back and forth as if it is playing a fiddle.

(Now ye know the next crab Kuppa will explain! Keep in touch, savvy?)

[tauforged]

HEY I have a hermit crab (he's like 6-7 at this point so not a recent acquisition) and I'm always trying to think of things for him to do or play with because he’s awesome and I love him. Any ideas?

ANON THATS SO COOL! hermit crabs are awesome, and huge props to you keeping your little guy’s enrichment in mind!!! i have seen some people put larger hermits or other crabs (like fiddlers) in hamster balls for short periods of time in order to let them explore in relative safety…. i would go for one of the larger ones and keep a close eye on him but that could be fun!!

variety in diet is also a big thing people will do for their hermits. when i worked at a pet store, i used to love giving ours fresh chopped veggies fruit and nuts — but they can eat all sorts of additional things too! food items that won’t spoil right away (like dried fish or dried fruit) can be sprinkled around the enclosure or ‘hidden’ to give him a chance to put those foraging skills to good use. stuff like sterilized dry leaf litter (catappa/indian almond leaves are usually sold for fish or reptile setups, but they work good for these guys too! i’d just make sure to go for stuff intended for pets) or even live plants can make for good edible enrichment too! (i’d be very careful to make sure everything you use is safe for him to eat - i’ve seen people grow wheatgrass or other ‘cat grasses’ for anything from hamsters to birds to crabs so that might be a decent option. you could also look into what sort of leafy greens people find their hermits tend to like, and consider growing some sprouts for him!!)

they’re also avid climbers, so something like pieces of sturdy driftwood or cholla wood or even one of those rope climbing nets people will use for lizards could be fun — if it’s the latter, i’d just make sure it’s very tightly secured and that the substrate is thick + soft enough that if he does fall, he won’t hurt himself too much. don’t want any shell damage.

one thing i always love to do for enrichment with the various inverts i’ve kept over the years is actually one of the easiest things to do — just rearrange their tank every so often! turn around or flip over bits of rock or wood, switch out fake plants for some new ones, change the location of the food or water dishes, all kinds of stuff like that to keep their brain moving and keep them exploring!! it’s something we do for animals at work too, it’s a great way to provide novel stimuli without having to go too crazy.

i’ve honestly never had a hermit crab myself (i love em to death, but they usually like to have as much space as possible and i’m heavily limited for space rn. that and i’m hardly ever home lmao) so i’m just pulling from my general invert/aquatic crustacean knowledge, so take that with a few grains of salt. best of luck in your crabby enrichment endeavors though!!

[anm-zero]

ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ

★ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Dazai Osamu

★ ᴀᴜ: University Roommates AU

★ ᴄᴡ: N/A

★ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Dazai and you are roommates in a university's dormitory. In uncharacteristic display, Dazai begins rambling to you about the oddest thing possible for someone like him: crabs.

★ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: I may or may not fancy crabs.

★ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ: ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.ᴀɪ ʙᴏᴛ | ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ | ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ

★ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

It had been a stark change from their usual nuance. The song and dance Dazai and themselves had danced along to, of push-and-pull sardonicism and teasing tirades that left {{user}} more than willing to shove Dazai’s head down the communal toilets in their dorm building.

Dazai was an odd man, reserved and brooding at one moment while scheming and taunting the next. Dazai was known for his eccentricities, for his interests in literature and philosophy, not…crustaceans.

"And then there's the fiddler crab, the male fiddler crab waves its disproportionately large claw to attract mates and intimidate rivals. It's a dance of dominance and courtship, all in one."

Dazai rambled on and on – no false pretense, no masks, just Dazai Osamu. There was an unfamiliar spark in those hickory-brown eyes that lacked their usual teasing nature as they sat cross-legged on Dazai’s futon.

Dazai moved about with such animation, joy, and passion; it poured from almost every visible pore as he chattered, as he spoke with the movement of his hands more than his mouth. Dazai spoke of species and blue blood and hydrothermal vents.

“Oh! And the peacock mantis shrimp, while not truly a crab, have powerful claws that can strike prey with the speed of a .22 caliber bullet. It’d be such a painful death from such a diversely paint-worthy creature!”

{{user}} really only caught every few phrases, focused more on the passionate ramble’s existence rather than the ramble itself. {{user}} could not recall any particular point where they’d seen Dazai with such life to his movements.

[gwaedhannen]

🦜 I hope you feel better soon!

-@outofangband

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

From the Nellas and Mithrellas (canon welding!) chapter of Shall we look at the moon, my little loon? I need to figure out how to make the spacing consistent across devices or maybe just remove it entirely, and the lullaby can almost certainly be improved:

She seats herself on the ground and directs him to sit beside her. He looks out past the mangrove roots and can see the base of the abandoned lighthouse out in the cove. The stones still shine despite a millennia of the weather and ocean’s toll.  Nellas takes his right hand gently in her left. “Listen, child. Listen to her voice. Listen to her heartbeat. Listen…” She begins to softly hum the old lullaby, eyes slipping closed. Alphros closes his own eyes and listens. He hears—     Water rippling against mangrove roots                                                   Wind whistling through the dell                     Fiddler crabs scavenging through the sand                                                                                                                      Egrets croaking                                                   Crickets singing along to the lullaby             Leaves falling one by one by one by one                                       to the tempo  of silver laughter              crystal sighs            amber tears               grey voice singing: I’m here, my cygnet Swim over to me No more go a’roving Far over the sea Sleep well, dear cygnet As moon loves the sky So too do I love thee In slumber now lie There is a sudden hitch in Nellas’s humming and a gentle touch on his left hand, and Alphros’s eyes shoot open. Another elf-maid completes their triangle, hands on each of their own. She is—jagged, translucent, one moment a memory of a memory of a person, the next an echo of a portrait sketched without reference, a voice he knows deeper than his bones, father’s chin, Erchirion's brow, Amrothos’s nose, Elboron’s smile, grandfather’s eyes—his own eyes. Nellas lets out a sob. “Mithrellas, iell nín! Art thou well?”