#BLACKARACHNIA | Blackwldcw.

[13urningstars]

"Just hold me," they murmur. "Just... tell me that you love me and that you'll never leave me. That's all I want."

Cherrybomb froze slightly at the sudden contact, but the moment the words leave the arachnid's lips, she quickly relaxes. Oh nia... "Of course." The words are soft as she wraps her arms around the eukarian, holding blackarachnia against her chest in such a way that she's able to press a soft kiss against their helm. She's no stranger to the exhaustion, the one that pulls you down and the one that claws at the seams of your frame, threatening to pull you apart, leave you vulnerable and bare. "I love you so much moonlight." She starts, words soft and for her love alone. "And i could never leave you. You complete me, to leave you would tear me apart." Its a soft admittance, but one she hopes help's the arachnid realize how serious she is.

@13urningstars asked: “ tonight is about you. you can make it up to me some other time. “ OR “ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor. “ [I legit couldnt pick between the two, so go with wich one gives you better inspo wbjdasjdk]

You were always there when I needed you. Let me repay the favour.

The arachnid glances downward, fangs worrying the inside of their cheek. They hated to be a burden, and they hated to be seen as weak or deserving of pity, but today, they're tired. An eon's old exhaustion is settling in their bones. Nearly all of their friends are dead. Cybertron is dead. Tarantulas, too, is presumed dead. All that is left is a handful of soldiers on either side on an organic planet, fighting over scant resources.

On days like this, they feel alone. Or, they would have, if Cherr hadn't come to check on them.

They glance at the other, and upon seeing the stubborn set of her jaw, sigh. Rather than argue the point, they lay their head against her shoulder. "Just hold me," they murmur. "Just... tell me that you love me and that you'll never leave me. That's all I want."

[battlexworned]

🍷💖

The registered code went by a different name. A name that Ironhide was currently holding dear and was decorated with a small Purple Heart on the side. Violet. His drunken state didn’t stop him from smiling and giggling like a love struck fool when he realized- that was Blackarachnia’s comm code. His upper body was literally dangling on the edge of his berth as he tapped the contact so he could message.

Prior to this, he was conflicted if to call them, but chickened out. Mostly because it was late at night, and Ironhide didn’t want to bother them in such ridiculous late hour. But now those worries aren’t stopping. Not only was he drunk off his ass, Ironhide was extremely touch starved.

:: viole ::

:: violettt ::

:: honeyyyy ::

:: darlin ::

:: sweetie ::

:: are y there? ::

:: I miss uuu ::

:: you’re soo fffffragin pretty I can nver get enough of yu ::

The last text message was an extremely butchered in grammar along with 3 sad emoticons. If a minute or two was taken to decipher what it was, it could’ve been read as follows: please come over.

[xxdoctor-djdxx]

💋

[aircommndr]

A Blackarachnia, a Starscream, a Teebs and a Tailgate all go to a wedding...

@blackwldcw , myself , @thee-forcefield-guy , @disposalbot

[yourxguardian]

⤻ *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. / @blackwldcw​ “When will it stop?”

Deep blue optics focused on her and he tilted his helm,  ❝ peace has ━ a high price to pay  ━ ❞

The last bit of his words were a high energy song that cut off before he shrugged. It was something he’d heard Optimus say before and not a cost Bee ever wanted to pay but it was too late to wish things were different. The only way for this to end was for them to win . . . Bee was past hoping that they would see optic to optic . . . or he WAS. Blackarachnia seemed to be capable of a conversation at least but he was still wary of her . . . he heard enough stories about her to know not to let his guard down.

[13urningstars]

@blackwldcw liked for a Valentines day starter!

Valentines day. Its a popular earth holiday, equally hated and loved for how overly sappy most who celebrate it can be, but it's been one of cherr's favorites ever since she came to the planet. You couldnt blame her, not really, because when it came to the war, the idea of a day meant purely to show those that mean something to you that you love them (be it platonic, or romantic) was something she adored. Also she liked the aesthetic, but never the less-

This years valentines had gone smoothly, at least up until she had gotten to her last gift. Her final target of the day remained as elusive as ever and yet despite that, she continued on, be it through determination or sheer stubbornness. Blackarachnia was very much like a spider, not in her mannerisms, or the fact that she turned into one, but that she seemed to be always there, unless you were directly looking for her. Well, at least in Cherr's case.

The sun had begun to dip behind the clouds and the horizon, painting the sky in painted streaks of pinks and oranges when she had finally found her quarry, breathing out a sigh as small smile making its way onto her lips. "Your not an easy gal to find, you do know that don't you?" There's a soft joking tone that underlines her greeting, as she tucks a small package under her arm.

[fairestfall]

to all my transformers fans, I did a thing 👉👈 multi-fandom Blackarachnia can be found @blackwldcw

[ofpolyhex]

@blackwldcw replied: “Well, you ARE intelligent. You can assess a highly dangerous situation accurately within the span of a nano-klick and then act accordingly. You’re excellent both with explosives and with more delicate work. And you know how to read people. All are signs of a very clever and intelligent mech, at least to me.”

“Oh. Oh!”

They’re not sure how to respond to that, so they settle for looking appropriately giddy. They turn away from Blackarachnia in a futile attempt to hide the way their mandibles curl inwards and their optic and biolights shift a more orange-y hue. They’re not blushing, thank you very much.

“Hehe, don’t compliment me too much, or it’ll go to my head and then I’ll start thinking I’m a super genius! You do not want a repeat of my probability matrix incident. Trust me.”

[sparkmender]

{ @blackwldcw }

“Yes… please.”

Rung reaches a servo out to Blackarachnia to take in her own time, a soft, slightly crooked smile tugging at his mouth.

"Hello. It's been a long day, I take it. My name is Rung-- and I've seen your face before, in some of Megatron's old image captures, but I can't say I know your name. What do you go by, dear?"

[battlexworned]

"Would you... like to hold her?" Blackarachnia murmurs, offering the cooing infant in their arms. "She's been asking for you, believe it or not."

In response, baby giggles, reaching out towards the mech with eagerly grasping hands. "Up! up up up!"

Ironhide was surprised at the sight of his partner showcasing their young infant who just managed to obtain their bipedal mode. This moment seemed so surreal, but the mech welcomed it regardless. He curved a small smile as he watched the young one extend her little hands and cheer, clearly excited to feel herself ascend further up- have the imagination to touch the skies. Ironhide hesitated at first, not wanting to hurt the young one in any way; she was much smaller than Blackarachnia, more fragile. But the more he thought about it, he couldn’t just refuse a little girl’s wish. He’s not that cold.

First, he nodded to his partner in agreement. And slowly but surely, his servos reached out. They both held each side of the young one’s body with the outmost care and gentleness Ironhide could deliver. After that, Ironhide was now holding the young one like how a father would hold their newborn child for the first time.

Looking at her now, the child looked just like Blackarachnia in a way. Yep, their daughter no doubt. Not only that, their eyes shined bright, their soul was free from all malice and burdens. Completely unaware of the horrors and suffering those before her have endured. Good, Ironhide is relieved of the fact that the young one won’t experience something like that, and never will.

“ Hey, lil’ lilac. “

He greeted the young one with a soft tone to his usual low, rumbling voice. It hasn’t been a minute and Ironhide already came up with an endearing nickname for her. He didn’t exactly know the baby’s name- or knew if she has yet to have one. So a nickname will work in this situation.

[battlexworned]

It’s late, and Blackarachnia isn’t certain if Ironhide will even answer, but they send a message to their partner’s comm link, anyway. ::Hey there, sweetspark… I know it’s the middle of the night, but I was wondering if I could come over? Or if not, if we could spend some time together tomorrow? It’s a Eukarian holiday today. The festival of the heart-strings, roughly translated. It’s a day dedicated to bonding ceremonies and fertility rites, feasting and dancing, that normally takes place during the onset of the monsoons.::

They pause. Their over-explanation is probably going to give him the wrong idea. ::I meant that— Slag. I’m not asking to hook up— I mean, I wouldn’t be OPPOSED to being intimate with you.::

Focus, ‘Nia. You’ve had one too many drinks. Don’t scare him.

:I guess what I’m trying to get out is that I’m lonely and homesick… and overwhelmed. I had another vision, and while it’s made me excited to continue my work, it’s also a reminder of… the life I could have had, if that makes sense.:: A shaky chuckle. ::Anyway, message me back when you can. Rest well.::

He’s struggling to sleep again.

It was mere inconvenience at this point, some nights he gains rest for just a few hours, some nights he doesn’t get rest at all. Ironhide doesn’t complain, it was like this for a long time ago. So what does he do at times like these? He spends the night either watching something from his data pad or simply stare at the ceiling above, rest his eyes while knowing that a true recharge won’t happen. Ironhide will choose the second option, he isn’t in the mood for burning his optics by light exposure.

As he stares at the ceiling, his processor can’t help itself but to think about others and what could they possibly be doing. His companions? Probably at a night shift. Ignite? Sleeping soundly in their own dorm as they should be… hopefully. Blackarachnia?

Hm… violet. Ironhide wondered,

His partner shares the same struggles. They too find it difficult to have a normal recharge schedule set in place. He wondered if they’re still awake and if it was alright to call them. Ironhide wanted to hear somebody, anybody. He wanted a voice he could listen to until his optics flicker and give up on trying to stay online. Mainly their voice… smooth and soothing. Should he call…? No. Probably not. Perhaps handling this on his own is for the best—

Ping!

Oh? Ironhide’s half lid optics finally lit up the moment he realized it was Blackarachnia who sent the message. With no seconds thoughts, he listened; at first Ironhide was happy that the arachnid offered to come over, he also widened his optics out of surprise for a solid second at the mention of intimacy… well, possible intimacy to be exact. Then it slowly turned to reasonable concern as he heard how Blackarachnia was overwhelmed and extremely homesick. His ride or die instinct kicked in, something that always occurs whenever a loved one needed assistance. If that’s the case, then it won’t be necessary for his partner to leave their dorm, for he is about to be on his way there instead.

Of course, he answered the comm link so they’d be aware, once sent, off he went:

:: I’m awake darlin’. Don’t worry ‘bout comin’ here, I’m on my way. ::

[xxdoctor-djdxx]

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incorrect quote generator

Blackarachnia: PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT UPSEXY IS!

Pharma: Could you rephrase the question, in like, two words maybe?

........

Pharma: If I may interject...

Blackarachnia:  Oh, awesome, Pharma was eavesdropping.

.......

Blackarachnia: So I got this amazing plan!

Pharma: We fail almost every time you say that.

Blackarachnia: Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.

[13urningstars]

@blackwldcw sent me their URL!

My Opinion on;

Character in general: Blackarachnia is definetly one of my favs althought idk how to explain why How they play them: Stunningly. 10/10. The amount of thought and hcs and things that youve put into her is amazing and i cant wait to see what else you so with her in the future!! The Mun: We havent talked a super amount, but tak is like genuinly one of the nicest people ive met here so far

Do I:

RP with them: yes (one thread) Want to RP with them:  YES very much so

What is my;

Overall Opinion: amazing blog if your not following go follow rn go do it

[aircommndr]

@blackwldcw asked: ✏️ | INCORRECT QUOTE GENERATOR

Blackarachnia : Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Starscream: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Starscream: Blackarachnia , you're my best friend. Blackarachnia : Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Blackarachnia : I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

Blackarachnia : Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. Starscream: Hey, Blackarachnia . Blackarachnia : GODDAMNIT

Starscream: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. Blackarachnia : Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

[xxdoctor-djdxx]

X

The journey went about as he would've expected, in silence with Blackarachnia snapping him out of deep thought every now and again, something he was silently thankful for despite what his outward exterior would've suggested . His optics genuinely did light up at the mentioning of medical facilities and care clinics. Something he would hopefully be apart of.

"Finally... " The doctor stored his datapad away back into his subspace once they reached their destination, allowing for Blackarachnia to do all the talking that was necessary to get them through the doors.

He followed them inside and the 'greeting' he had received from the 'emperor' made him wish they had yet to make it here. Pharma winced, that horrid screech painfully piercing his audials. Still he said nothing and allowed Blackarachnia to do the talking. That was until they vocally handed Pharma over his turn to now be verbal.

Stepping forward, Pharma made a throat clearing-like sound before he spoke. "I'm certain everyone knows that I'm responsible for what happened back at Delphi, there's no denying that. But I believe it's also worth looking at it from my perspective. You're familiar with Tarn of the DJD, correct?" Of course he was. The doctor personally had to endure countless rants on the blasted jet himself. "Now I don't know if it was known amongst Decepticon ranks or not, but Tarn suffered from a transforming addiction, in result burning through countless Transformation cogs..." He gave the Chancellor a knowing look, knowing he didn't have to say more.

"I was blackmailed into supplying him with said cogs in exchange for the safety of my facility. It first started out as harvesting cogs from patients that just couldn't be saved, but Tarn's Demand kept increasing and I just... I just went off the deep end," Pharma admitted with a bitter laugh. "I didn't know what else I could've possibly done.

He now approached, kneeling in front of Cybertron's leader, taking his servo within his own. If what he heard about Starscream was true, a little groveling wouldn't hurt.

The (former) CMO glanced back at Blackarachnia as he spoke. "My point is what happened back at Delphi was an Isolated incident that will never happen again, and I believe Nia put it best in saying you're in dire need of skilled hands." The corners of his lips slightly curled upwards. "Mine are one of the best that the medical field has to offer. So what do you say, your excellency? Won't you do both of us a favor by granting me that pardon? "

"I don't know... I've been pretty fond of dark humor as of late," Pharma gave a dry laugh, rolling his optics. Only goes to show that a Decepticon can ruin the best of Autobots...

Just when the (former) CMO started to take the Techno-Organic's silence as a negative sign, they finally spoke up once more.

"Fine, we'll take the backroads. So long as we get there." He pulls his data pad from his subspace, plugging in their destination. "And I assure you that I've burned bridges at more than just Delphi..." He muttered while he did so. Including with his ( former) beloved Ratchet....

Pharma's gaze went back on Blackarachnia. " I thought the saying goes: Femme's first? But if you insist..." He struts past them, beginning their lengthy journey ahead of them...

[battlexworned]

The hand Blackarachnia offered as a response, it was the same one he kissed. So as it rested on his servo, he didn’t hesitate to use his thumb to softly caress that exact spot. Ironhide was now observing and feeling carefully. Their hand was smooth to the touch, and delicate at close inspection. He wouldn’t be surprised if this was one of the arachnid’s weak spots. If true, it warms his spark knowing the fact that Blackarachnia entrusts him with their soft limbs. As thought before, no harm will come to them, they will only be met with the utmost attention Ironhide can deliver.

The mech was going to respond regarding Blackarachnia’s fondness over the new pet name he gave to him, something with a playful tone definitely; except it was cut short with the arachnid using their secondary legs as a little height boost. Some would back up slightly by surprise, but Ironhide didn’t. What did surprise him however, was the quick kiss on his cheek. Oh. He could feel the suppossed answer he thought of completely vanish from his processor; his optics gleamed for a solid second as the same tint of cyan on his visage began to appear once more. Ironhide was hooked. He wanted to return the favor, mainly for the small tease he was given; but it was too late for him, the arachnid descended after realizing what they've done. They shouldn't worry, that move was perfect. A smile stayed on his face after all of this, as he guided Blackarachnia-- his partner, to the place he wanted to show them. During that his processor reflected on their words. Wherever you go, I'll be there beside you. Such comfort, such warmth and honesty. He thinks the same. Ironhide will appreciate them in every single moment.

At first, he was doubting if performing such a bold move was a good idea. Due to how long it’s been, his ways of charming or even flirting was… rusty. Only way he could do those things is if he doesn’t think too much about it. But this time, he did think, he thought on what to do; similar to how his silence unnerved Blackarachnia, he felt the same with their silence. Turns out, it wasn’t a bad move. Blackarachnia seemed to enjoy the approach Ironhide came up with. A wave of relief washed over his frame, thank Primus. Looks like he’s still got it.

The mech also chuckled as he heard their response, to an extent, it was slightly shaky too. But Ironhide repressed it so the arachnid wouldn’t worry. Soon afterwards he nodded when they asked if the two were actually official. Of course the arachnid can spend some time with him, they can have him for as long as they want. Thinking of that, an idea arose. Ironhide let go of Blackarachnia’s servo with the same gentle pace as before, and began to stand up from the chair he used.

“ We have all day, violet. I’d be glad to spend it all with ya… I already have a few more places in mind… “

Ironhide remembered this one conversation he had with them; about a place where you could see the city’s splendor at a moderate height. It is a calming experience, especially at sunset and night. Perhaps Ironhide could take them there, to watch the sky slowly embrace the darkness and stars. He extended his servo once more, however he didn’t hold Blackarachnia’s servo right away; he simply asked for permission if they wanted to leave this establishment and go to a next location.

“ Choice’s all yours, darlin’. What do ya say? “