#a happy return of the tarantula

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Hey there Sherlock! I'm back! I hope you've been well and I hope you still keep up those awesome, braincell-revieving, scientific explainations about stuff like insects or arachnids like myself! 🕷️🥰😘😍❤️☺️😌😋🥳😉😁🥺🥹😳😭

I had noted your absence, and wondered where my second favourite arachnid had gone (the title of favourite arachnid still goes to @criminalisticonsultant, apologies). So your return is much appreciated. Welcome back, I had missed your questions and comments. But I will miss your old name, @shame-of-chimical. Reminiscent of better times. However, there have been some major changes during your absence. If you want to know more about it, I would advise you to read this post, some further information here, and if you have any more questions please direct them to my consulting assistant @veritassempervincit. But I do have some insects for you, as I have been bee watching last weekend.

[fryingpan1234567]

so what if the Bats were Spiders instead?

in a different universe, Bruce Wayne grew up with arachnophobia instead of chiroptophobia. he found secret experiments in a lab beneath their family estate, and it didn’t take him long to pick up the family business.

neurotoxin experiments. spiders.

in a different universe, Bruce Wayne became Spider-Man.

in a different universe, Dick Grayson didn’t need to be bitten by a spider to pick up the Spider-Man mantle. he grew up knowing how to do all the acrobatics and combat anyways— all B had to do was give him web shooters and a suit. but there couldn’t be two Spider-Man’s. so he became Nightwing. but with a blue spider on his chest instead of a bird!

Nightwing’s webs come from his escrima sticks. they’re packing some serious voltage, so sometimes in a pinch he’ll use them instead of his police-issued taser. his favorite part about the whole spider thing is that he can fully just… throw himself off of buildings. and not die. he’s an adrenaline junkie, what can he say?

in a different universe, Jason Todd did everything the same. tried to steal the wheels off the vehicle of the most famous vigilante in Gotham. B picked him up and let him choose the spider and gave him the power to do good.

Robin “giving him magic” didn’t stop the Green Goblin from caving in his skull. although spiders you thought you’d killed do have a way of disappearing.

and returning. in a different universe, the Red Hood took the black widow as his mascot and nobody could do anything in Gotham City without him knowing about it. he single-handedly put down all the arms dealers in the city.

in a different universe, Tim Drake made his own spider. he’d been a fan of Thomas and Bruce Wayne’s work for his whole life, or at least since he learned how to read— and he figured he could get Spider-Man’s attention if he was able to replicate the project as young as he did.

oh, he got Spidey’s attention all right. befriending and adopting an alien symbiote will do that. player 4 has joined the game.

in a different universe, Venom is co-piloted by Tim, who really does like aliens. B thinks it’s a tiny bit weird, but while Tim is tiny his alien companion is very much not. it’s extra armor.

Tim works at the Daily Bugle. nobody knows how exactly he gets the quality kind of photos he does of Gotham’s Spider-family situation, but who’s complaining? he’s just really good at his job.

in a different universe, Cassandra Cain was bitten by a spider before she even met Bruce Wayne. her mother had trained her for combat for her whole life. she couldn’t prepare her for superpowers.

B was happy to help. in a different universe, rather than Cass becoming Blackbat, she took on the alias Black Widow. watch your back for her, though. she’s got the same deadly instinct in every universe.

in a different universe, Stephanie Brown became the first Spider-Woman. of course, she wasn’t the only one, but there’s something about being the original, isn’t there?

she knows she’s funny. she thinks it’s part of the job; it feels right. she’s the closest to the average canon Spider-Man. she could’ve been recruited to the Society at any point in time. and there’s something about that too.

in a different universe, Damian Wayne was born with superpowers. he’d inherited Bruce’s from birth. Talia was quick to hand him off once she realized her baby could crawl on walls and ceilings. the Spider Cave was getting a bit crowded, but what’s one more dangerous, unpredictable, biologically enhanced child? bring it on.

aside from Hood, Tarantula is the only Spider willing to kill a man on the field. yeah, as in. bird-eating tarantula. Robin. get it?

of course, in a different universe, he still had his katana. wouldn’t be Damian Wayne without it. his favorite thing is to swing down from a skyscraper with his webs and run through bad guys like kebabs. B says it’s immoral, but who can be mad about stabbing Doc Ock’s goons?

in another universe, Duke Thomas is the most famous member of the family. he’s the other closest to canon Spider-Man. he takes the day jobs, he talks to the press, he’s the least-hated at the Daily Bugle.

his webs glow. that makes night ops harder. so he sticks to the sunlight. people started calling him the Spider-Signal. which doesn’t make a lot of sense? but Duke is the kinda guy to just kinda shrug it off, because he’s not gonna take on the entire city’s press on his own.

Miguel O’Hara stayed the bleeding hell away from this universe. this group of bats spiders were too unpredictable to have in the Spider Society at all. there were no missions there, but constant surveillance. (until. you know. Miles Morales rocked up with a proposition to take down a tyrannical system with horrible judgement and a corrupted leader. and then Miguel couldn’t ignore the Wayne family anymore.)

how I love the multiverse. endless possibilities, amirite?

(please ask me to write more for this au. drabbles. more characters. PLEASE)

[sugutoad]

matchup trade for @issadollie  !

JUJUTSU KAISEN MATCHUP

Significant Other

You have captured the heart of… Satoru Gojo — the strongest and the prettiest! While reading your information, this randomly hit me. You are this person who is a perfect mix of both chaos and calm and truth be told, so is Gojo (a fact many ignore in the fandom). You love someone who would tease you back when you tease them? He has got your back! He will literally bicker on and on with you until he wins. He will make sure you are loved and heard. He loves you so much!

RUNNER UPS: Yuji Itadori

HEADCANON

You want to visit the zoo? Say no more. Gojo is getting dressed up as well as can (when everyone looks at him, he wants everyone to know that this pretty boy belongs to you) and rushes to get you. When he sees the little gift you packed for him, a smile stretches across his face as he tackles you in a hug, his arms wrapped around you and peppering you in sweet kisses. Though truth be told, a small bit of him feels bad for not getting anything for you when you gave him a present, but then again who wouldn’t give him a present? During the whole date, his hand is grasped in yours as he drags you from cage to cage, not even looking back at you (who by the way, is running as fast as you can to catch up with his long legs. Fucking tarantula looking legs.) Everyone does look at you though! But not in the way that Gojo had expected. They were drawn to his absolute childlike behaviour. 

It would be 3 in the morning and Satoru would not be able to fall asleep. His hand would grasp for something someone,  yet there was nothing, his fingers grazing the linen on his bed. He flips over, his face buried in his pillow, the silence of the room ringing inside his head. His phone blinks with a little ring, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounds and he pounces, a giggle bubbling up his chest. It was you! Well, a little meme from you. Gojo smiled, though not because of the joke (it was rather bland, even in his opinion), but because of all the people you sent this to at this time, it was him. And when he replies, it does not even take a second for his phone to light up again. Satoru always knew he was special. That is what he was taught and what he told ever since he clawed his way into this cursed world. Yet he never felt special. No, not until now. 

Whenever you are with your colleagues and your social battery dies down, Gojo is the first person to notice immediately. He always notices even the slightest details about you. You notice and give, pouring out your heart for others and expecting nothing in return. And somehow you are happy with that. He wants you to be noticed for once. It is you who always notices what he likes and dislikes, while he brushes you off like everyone else. But then he notices (how could he be so blind when he had Six Eyes?). And when he does, he notices and shares all the love you gave him in presents and compliments. 

He absolutely loves and hates when you cry. You look so vulnerable, asking for him and no one else yet it hurts him to see you cry because of another and knowing that you will forgive them in mere seconds if they offered the lamest apology. He will kiss the side of your head, teasing you and calling you a cry baby while wiping your tears away. Do not cry. It hurts me to see you cry. He wants to say something so bad, but he struggles to find the words. They are hanging on his tongue, grasping on throats and refusing to be let out. He wouldn put on a true crime podcast later while the two gobble down sweets and tea with sticky hands to make you feel better.

[crying-fantasies]

Complex

Masterlist

It was the middle of the cycle, mechs were walking in the streets outside, there is no sun till the next rotation of the planet but you're on your own, just in the other room and tending to your work, the playpen in the main room, it was of good quality, designed to hold a being made of metal but soft enough to not scratch the strangely delicate protoform, no worries as your kid just absentmindedly made his own activities, as his dentae was just poking out, quite weird for a cybertronian to go through that at first, but it was normal to see him biting a glowing toy even in recharge.

The playpen was strong enough to stop him if he ever tried to got out, strong to hold him inside even in the most destructive tantrum, as Long Haul had once joked given the calm nature of Chainbreaker.

It was created to be durable, and no one would have believe that it would also be used with other purposes.

"If only I've got out sooner"

As in like a custom made scenario.

"If I could have been less naive"

With a very attentive onlooker.

"I shouldn't have let them take him"

"Ummm"

The rage and literal venom coming out of the technorganic's mouth should have been more than enough to make even the most fearless warrior recoil on his place, his frightening EM field covering endless pain and sorrows, only showing a tint of happiness when the protoform, even with barely formed servos and clumsy proto digits, gave him his favorite chewing toy, stopping the angry march he had been doing all along on the fence of the playpen, his sounds were something he had never heard a cybertronian do before, not even his Ostaros during his creation, and he related it to the organic side of the protoform while accepting his offering, chewing on the toy too with a muffled "thanks, dear" and rewarded by a thrilled sound that tugged at his own spark with affection.

He remembers the first time he got here, a whole plan to destroy Prowl, make him suffer just like he did to him, expose his deeds to the open, only to be faced with that, someone, already knew and did, Tarantulas expected a bigger uproar, but alas, it seemed like it was water under the bridge without much problem, because everyone knew that Prowl was really like that; burning shame and embarrassment spread easily, as he so flawlessly followed him, so naively he loved him.

Next in his plan, he could kill him, but it was too easy, maybe torture him, he followed his own creation, Ostaros, knowing full well that one only needs to follow one autobot to get to the other, but it was hard, find Prowl showed to be a challenge, jumping from one bot to the next, and he finally found him, as his plan was already forming on his helm he got inside, obvious change in pattern from the last time, but Prowl and his usual protocol to prevent every variability was easy to understand for Tarantulas.

He knew Prowl, he did, all the details, the most little of them.

He expected Prowl to return, later, enough time to be ready, assault him in his own house.

What he didn't expect, for a change, was to get startled by a chaotic EM field as soon as one of his legs got inside, it was suffocating! It was inquisitive! Like it wanted to tear him open! Tarantulas struggled to keep it down, protect himself, just to notice that, while horribly obnoxious, the strange waves didn't really harm him, those were like strange sensations, always in tune, one, two, one, two, searching with greed, what kind of weapon did Prowl have in here? Now it made sense why everything was so fortified, but it seemed out of place for him to store it in his own living quarters, too much evidence, and the idea of Prowl himself guarding a weapon was strange to say the least.

What was more strange, nonetheless, was to find a protoform there, his optics looked at the new spark, shocked, and the new spark looked back at him, curious, for a moment Tarantulas couldn't believe it, but surprise was soon replaced for anger, it almost made him shout right there.

He was doing it, again, he was going to do it again and again and again, isn't it? He was going to use this new spark, just like his Ostaros! No matter the war, nothing mattered for him!

"You awake?"

If Tarantulas wasn't perfectly glued to the wall thanks his own organic modifications, then he would have fallen ungraciously to the floor, a human, the human, he knew who you were, a human as naive as him before if not worse, he knew of your existence, and even the idea of killing you to get back at Prowl crossed his processor, but he wasn't planning any of that.

Not because of Prowl but for his Ostaros, who was still tied to the former enforcer by the mistakes of his past self, but Tarantulas knew, he lived among humans, among his Ostaros and the human Verity Carlo, his creation, Springer, such a lovely new name, he was fond of humans, but more like Prowl once was, Tarantulas found them to the plump but way too messy to clean.

He liked messy, so his first reaction to you was simple, but his Ostaros respected you, and he was rewarded with the image of someone caring for his creation, something he never had chance to do, not for as long as he could have liked and done.

Humans and their instinct to bond, inadvertently it stopped him from consuming you in the spot just to spite Prowl, but his Springer, he would know, and no matter how hard he wanted to hold him on his arms, he couldn't give away his location or his current status of being active, not even mention how destroyed he would feel if his hatred was directed towards him.

Looking at the new spark, and how they reacted to you, reached for you, his EM field calming down and mimicking your heartbeat as sweet sounds escaped the protoform, it made him remember the humans and their younglings back on Earth.

It took time, to understand what happened, what was going on, and what would come later.

And he loved every bit of it.

How this extravagant protoform came to be, what made him grow up like a human toddler, what theories exploded his mind with what Prowl and you had done, smiling devilishly as a "you're a little abomination to Primus, aren't you?" came from his vox like a content purr once you took place to sleep next to the sparkling, who was still very much awake and centering his attention on the intruder, in any other moment he would have just took the new spark, but he was better than that, he was better than him.

But being better than him didn't mean he was going to just let it be.

He took, in some way, some things from Prowl, he hardly ever saw him in the living quarters, and, in some way, Tarantulas also helped you, little human that couldn't make much than hold the protoform to calm him down, not really knowing of the wild frequencies the new spark was emitting, and Tarantulas took in his own servos the work to, firstly, teach Chainbreaker to keep his EM field calm and collected like a good sparkling and even helping him grow his external armor in the right way when you couldn't do it properly not because of poor care but for your lack of real knowledge in practice, and everything was good, he saw the protoform daily and it contented his spark without limits just as when you took care of him too or when his Springer appeared from time to time, Tarantulas would be lenient and let those constructicons come just because Prowl looked irritated by their presence but couldn't do much about it, but apart from it, he was happy.

And when that little chevron appeared on Chainbreaker, obvious signal of his Praxian heritage, he almost destroyed the playpen with his own legs.

"The fact that he still keeps online makes my energon lines boil like acid", finally looking at his audience of only one mech again, his relentless hateful speech finally stops, the toy hanging loose on his leg, "but how does he manages, with all that he is, to bring life not to one but two beautiful and pure sparks", his audience still keeps on listening at him, curious blue optics attentive to every word even when his processor is so naive, or should he call it young, or just being an infant, for a moment he almost caves in and holds the soft protomesh of the sparkling's faceplates with his tarsal claws, Tarantulas wouldn't be surprised if the sparkling didn't remember this in the long run, but it was nice to have someone to hear him.

Chainbreaker did a sound again, and this time he couldn't contain himself before hugging the faceplate of the protoform with his body, making him giggle.

"CB", you call from the other room, coming inside the next moment, enough for him to reduce his size, you do a sound, maybe startled or surprised to see a spider next to the sparkling, tapping with his little servos around the supposed spider, Tarantulas knows Chainbreaker would never hurt him and he doesn't plan to do so, but he isn't surprised when you take a cube and a piece of cardboard to catch him and take him away to your garden.

"Bu-buh", the sparkling does a little wave with his digits, you aren't the only one to cooing at him but you don't need to know, not now at least, as Tarantulas knows that, while you may be grossed out for his appearance or not, you are raising your child to be kind, even to something considered a pest.

A nice one, is what he thinks as you let him go, once again, in the middle of the rosemary and mint, looking at him and being sure all his legs are in place, you're a nice human.

Nice, good, but among all else, way too naive.

Tarantulas doesn't even ask himself how long it will take for Prowl to break you as he gnaws at a leaf of mint, he just knows it will happen.

It'll happen, sooner or later, and he stuffs another leaf inside his oral receptor to calm his nerves, because if his research on you proves to be real, and he knows it is, in the worse case scenario, he knows his Springer will take care of Chainbreaker, and he will take care of both of them, if only he could talk to you, he would tell you, he would promise, Tarantulas would swear to take care of your creation, and look after him from the shadows the moment Prowl breaks you.

And with it, the bond that keeps you alive.

.

Before you kill me, I already said Prowl's route was going to end bad, because, well, come on, he is Prowl.

[pitot-0]

Apate content (just the past brainstorming I had on discord)

(In the Oc master list sjsjsjk)

Some Apate doodles

Something about Apate (brainstormings) below the cut

Name: Apate

Age: 23-25

Pronouns: She/them

Height: 5’11

Sexuality: Bisexual/Demiromantic

Personality: posessive, mostly seen as laid-back to others. Self-centered and do not care for a person’s feelings unless she has to pretend. Extroverted and could not keep herself from wanting to enjoy her whole day without regrets. Manipulative and observant, changing their attitude to match their acquaintances. Prefers to be the ‘leader’ to a group and wants people to rely on her fully. Usually seen as sweet and kind

Likes: the feeling of adrenaline, receiving praises, being in control, sports, drinking, smoking, the idea of someone who rely on them, someone who’d be obsessed by them even after being discarded, seeing people miserable without her help or after she leaves them, traveling, finds wild animals fascinating, people who are ‘hard to get’, ‘fixing’ someone to her liking

Dislikes: feeling inferior, seeing others happy after moving on from her, the feeling of growing attached to someone or feeling Inlove since it makes her feel weak, they don’t get attached to their ‘toys’ but would hate seeing them genuinely happy with someone else other than her, the feeling of being bored, repetitive cycles

Reputation: Apate has great reputation and few only get to see her true nature. She was always friendly with others and she expects them to do the same in return. They would stay ‘friends’ to people who are useful and somehow similar to them.

Relationships: Apate had plenty of relationship and experiences. People who she found hard to get are mostly her target, but when she see someone interesting or someone with the traits of Milo (obsessed, mentally weak, easy to manipulate) she’d make them her target when she ever gets bored of her current toy.

Other:

- she’s from a rich family

- hates her bad reputation in highschool and decided to give great first impressions after

- spoiled rotten when she was still a kid

- their childhood was dull and boring for them

- got dragged and became friends with trouble makers in her teens where she drank and smoked with them

- after ‘fixing’ her toys, if Apate finds them boring, repetitive, or if they immediately feel genuine affection for her, she’d immediately break up with them but would still keep connections if she finds them useful

- since they care about their appearance, Apate would only drink when partying with someone, to relieve stress, or to take(?) intel from someone. They’d smoke whenever frustrated and annoyed

- she’d probably buy pet snakes, tarantulas, cockroaches (and maybe use it to scare others)

(Would fix this in the future)

[cyberneticatoms]

no way is that JAIDEN WEST..they’re a 21 year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being PRETENTIOUS & INDIFFERENT but there are some people who have seen them being EFFICIENT & METICULOUS. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of secrets entwined in complicated dynamics, a single ray of sunlight emerging from the clouds, and constellations drawn in notebooks, but that could just be because they’re considered the MORALITY CHAIN around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

↳ 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂

NAME:  Jaiden Loid West NICKNAMES: JW (by Josh) DATE OF BIRTH: March 6th (21) HEIGHT: 6'3 AFFILIATION: The Big Three OCCUPATION: Intern at Epsilon Labs/University Student FACECLAIM: Milo Manheim

TW: pedophilia, grooming, murder

↳ 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳

��� If you ask Jaiden his life didn't really start until he was 9. Which seems almost illogical to say but it was how it felt and still feels to him.  ❖ His father was a board member at Epsilon Labs and his mother was his former secretary. He was synth child, who was treated as more of check box than anything else. Brought out for events when they needed to look like a happy family and left at home all other times.  ❖ His mother frequently traveled, the marriage had been a way to secure wealth and she hardly cared what all her husband did when she was gone. Coming back only when it was necessary to keep up appearances.  ❖ When he was 9 his father coerced Zarina West into a romantic relationship, he'd ner her previously when his father had dumped Jaiden on her to babysit.  ❖ For someone who had issues connecting with other people, he was fairly quick to latch onto her. Due in part that the two have similar personalities and thought processes.  ❖ His parents officially divorced when he was 12 and Zarina became his father's public girlfriend not long after. Though if you asked him then the only real parent he actually had was her. It was hard not to think of her as his mom when she was the one actively raising and forming a relationship with him.  ❖ When his father was ultimately killed by Epsilon Labs, Jaiden’s primary concern and fear was losing Zarina. His mother had come back due to him being a minor and the heir to Roger's life insurance and share holds.  ❖ Zarina payed her off and requested to officially adopt Jaiden. Josh Golding stepped in, giving Jaiden's mother a new identity along with a not so subtle threat to never return. With that handled, the official story is Jaiden's parents died in a car crash and he was adopted by Zarina.  ❖ Overall he's just grateful to still have his mom and his aunt in his life. Currently interning at the company while going to university. While he is aware of Zarina’s part in his father's death, he can't say he's particularly upset over it. If anything he feels guilty she and Jess had to go through everything with him, and tries to be a good son/nephew for them.

↳ 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲

• Has a pet tarantula named Madam Octa. • His special interest include: space, planes, baking, and insects.

[friedfriedchicken]

I finally finished watching TF:EarthSpark S1 (please give me like 2+ seasons) and I have gathered all my thoughts into one silly list

Love how Alex Malto is very Filipino honestly. Like- it's so small but he's very there and he's the only fictional Filipino I've ever seen in anything live-action or animated that didn't originate from the Philipines. My dad was immediately activated when he heard/saw Alex say 'nanay' (my TV was quiet compared to the movie he was watching in the other room) and it makes me insanely happy. Also he's a lot like my dad scarily enough.

Originally I had TF:Cyberverse in my brain as the 'divorced Transformers show' but EarthSpark has much more divorced-exes vibes oml. Megatron with Soundwave and Shockwave, Bumblebee with Breakdown, Tarantulas in general, especially Megan and Sounders

I'm not a fan of humans in TF stories but the Maltos were great- they were woven into the story very well and were also very entertaining! Alex could infodump and had a fun arc with Bumblebee, Dottie and her backstory were great lore-fillers and her mom abilities were silly (there were a lot of dads but only one mom), Robbie and Mo felt like their own characters without overshadowing the Transformers, and the other background humans were generally enjoyable.

On the other hand- Mandroid didn't really stick with me, especially after he came back after his thingy blew up. Dude is practically a zombie- let him die 😭 BUT I'm excited to see what he'll do next season regardless of how little I enjoyed him as the big baddie

This show has so many dads oml. Alex Malto, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Tarantulas, Soundwave, where are all these dads coming from?! It's so fun, you get dads in different fonts like silly, casual war vet, PTSD war vet, not-paid enough war vet, new dad war vet, give him another chance war vet, and angry ex!

Starsceam's eyes are blue! It's so random and small but it activates my brain! Is it a design choice or something more?!

We've seen multiple stunticons but never all together in one place. I wonder if we'll get Menasor or not but, regardless, I love this version of Breakdown so much. Dude is so chill and spawned a new ship in my brain QwQ Bumbledown? Breakbee? Those two had very complicated vibes but my non-TF fan sibling agrees with me they have friendly exes energy

TERRANS- I LOVE THEM- ALL OF THEM- THEY'RE SO COOL

The fight scenes were so 💋 smooth and beautiful and I'd marry the fight scenes if they were people

I thought Bumblebee's friend he was chasing down was going to be Blurr because hee hoo I grew up watching TF:Animated and TF:Cyberverse plus Blurr is one of my favorite Transformers

Actually, my brain is infested with Bumblebee × Breakdown because seriously- this show didn't use slowmo scenes until BREAKDOWN SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO LET BUMBLEBEE ESCAPE. WHAT IS THAT?! IT TICKLES ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHIPPING TROPES OF ALL TIME (friends to enemies to lovers) BECAUSE THEY RACED TOGETHER, GOT SEPARATED, BY THE WAR, AND STILL RETURNED TO RACING WITH EACHOTHER HELP ME

Arcee with her classic car-inspired look omg 🛐 she's so cool and pretty besides for her black eye-liner thing. It looks really weird when her eyes are closed but she's very pretty regardless

Addicted to the found-family vibes of this show (It's not a TF series unless there's found family) but the especially traumatic energy of Tarantulas and Nightshade fuels my 4:47 AM mind. Tarantulas literally doesn't care about anything other than keeping this kid safe and can't tell what actually is safe or not and SACRIFICES HIMSELF SO NIGHTSHADE AND THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY CAN ESCAPE. PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM HE JUST WANTS TO LIVE IN PEACE WITH THE COOL KID HE FOUND IN HIS HOUSE ONE DAY

The size differences in this show are immaculate.

After getting kidnapped by Mandroid and cut, Megatron keeps the slice in his shoulder for later episodes and it's so cool that the continuity is there but sir, please patch yourself up! I don't hate it, it looks cool, but your armor is broken!

Please where did Mandroid get the funds to make who knows how many Arachnamechs?! The government/GHOST sure wasn't paying him while he was in his corrupted Howl's Moving Castle evil lab or sitting in his illegal fight ring.

I know the captions call Hashtag 'Hashtag' but she said she didn't have a word for it therefore her name in my brain is actually gonna be #. Just that. #. She deserves it because she's so silly. She has a fake ponytail and headset as part of her head design- it's amazing.

ALSO # MADE A REFERENCE TO "All your base are belong to use" AND I LOVE HER FOR THAT- POP OFF QUEEN

On the topic of design, Nightshade's protoform look was a little uncomfy for me with the helmet leaving their head very exposed and the random 'ear' discs. It felt weird but after they got their alt-mode they've been nothing but beautiful.

Jawbreaker my boy- you don't need an alt-mode to be so silly <3

Reoccurring Fluffy Ears is amazing

Honestly a lot of designs are either hits or misses. Megatron looked perfect to me but Optimus was off with his very flat head and weird faceplate. Like he was missing a forehead and the faceplate itself looked wonky. Soundwave was super pretty, even if his face is one solid color he absolutely rocked that look. I miss the smiley face Cyberverse Bee had on his pelvis area but at least my eyes aren't drawn to EarthSpark Bee's hips lol. Also Wheeljack. They brought back the mustache face but made it white and it feels incredibly silly and cool and scary and weird at the same time.

I think I'm done rambling for now but this might come back later hee hoo

[iamanemotionaltimebomb]

There's nothing wrong with critisising a show you enjoy. That's honestly normal. There's going to be times when a show does something that needs to be discussed, ya know? Keeping that stuff bottled up or silencing those worries because you were praising it so much, and need to keep praising it instead, isn't a healthy way of interacting with things. I know people have a negative view on critisicm, because of bigots and horrible people hiding their hate behind the term(and mis-using it in the process), but it's a necessary thing to have because it allows people to connect, see things that normally goes unnoticed, and learn something new.

Like, I came across an anon who pointed out that this episode could have used Bee's return to hiding, and Hashtag's unlimited access to the internet, as the reason for them being in Philly. They also brought up Nightshade's part with helping Tarantulas's work could have been used to disguised the Terrans as human kids to help with the hiding issue. I never really thought about it until I came across this, and I now wish the show kinda did that(along with having Mo, Robbie, Twitch and Thrash being responsible siblings).

Don't feel bad about voicing your concerns. This isn't out of malice, but you wanting a discussing and that is a crucial part of what fandoms are about: discussing the things the community is passionate about. Do take that time to recover though. I had to do so with the discrimination part of the episode(it is my least favorite part along with episode 3). Oh, I'mma different anon by the way. I saw your recent post and had to say something(sorry ^^;).

Oh that's really sweet to hear you say that, so thanks.

I actually 100% agree with you. I love a lot of media and think certain parts of media are extremely well done, I am going to be the first person in line to voice all the things I thought weren't well done as well.

Honestly, I genuinely love this show. IMO, it's a great mix of gritty and realistic (in the sense of talking about the cost of war, racism, xenophobia, etc.) but also really just cute and funny adventures as well.

Even episode 17 had some AMAZING important talking points about xenophobia and racism that I'm actually very excited to talk about (especially as a mixed kid/kid of migrants) and very happy to have seen brought up (painful as they may be).

The show hits SO many good points. So episode 17 was just very bad whiplash imo because it seemingly throws a lot of previous characterisation and their experiences out the window.

For me, it's not that the episode premise of "the kids disobey their parents and go to Philly and end up in underground cybertronian fight club" isn't a bad one. It was just VERY poorly executed imo.

[theblackdahliaemporium]

Meet The Witch

Happy Saturday!! I decided it is time to introduce myself, as I release A LOT of educational content throughout the many Groups I am apart of.

𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝:

:: 08 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙮, 2023::

Name: Taylor (on here, I go by Black Dahlia)

Pronouns: she/her/they/them

Age: 26 (notably have not had my Saturn Return) 😅

Signs: Capricorn Sun / Leo Moon / Leo Rising

Where: Missouri, United States!

𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨:

•Folk magick

•Spirit work / D3ath Magick

•Hearth witchery (As well as Kitchen/ cottage/ green/ and most of the green paths)

•Teaching! Believe it or not, I love releasing educational content and sharing knowledge with other Witches!

•I follow my witch path along with the Hellenic Deities & practices.

𝙁𝙪𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨:

•Herbalism Student! Learning the practices and uses of Natural Medicine & Folk Medicines.

•I have a mild obsession with Tarantulas and other exotic pets. I even breed them with a local breeder and help care for the 100's of baby tarantulas.

•I was once on tv but I don't remember it because I was a child.

•I own every expansion pack for the Sims 4. Which is equivalent to $1,500.. if you add it all up...

𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙄 𝘿𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙮 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚:

•Create Blogs/ Articles

•I love gaming! I am currently playing through the Harry Potter game.

•I also love reading! and I was recently gifted the entire hard cover set of Harry Potter, which I will read over- again.

•Making digital art

•Making crafts for my Etsy Store!

•Watching serial k*ller/ m*rder Documentaries

𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨:

•Lord of the Rings (Extended Versions)

•The Hobbit Movies (Also extended versions)

•I'm sure there are others but I'm blanking rn

𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝘽𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜:

•Big Bang Theory (Love it)

•Supernatural (for the 6th time)

📷© The Black Dahlia Emporium! -- I created this for myself, based off of myself! Original Credit: @will-o-the-witch

[kathrynalicemc]

ELOISE PROFILE - HPHM

IDENTITY

Name: Eloise Yaxley

Nicknames: Lou (If you call her Eloise, you get punched)

Pronouns: She/her

Birth Date: August 20, 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Lesbian

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Residence: Yaxley Manor, Kent, England

Languages: English, Latin

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Hannah Kleit (Teen/Adult), Carrie-Anne Moss (Older Adult)

Height: 5’9”

Physique: Average, Fit

Eye Color: Sea foam green

Hair Color: Dyed Black (Platinum blonde naturally)

Hair style: Short, cut to her chin

Scars: Acid scars on hand from a spill as a child, later she has a bigger acid scar on her forearm to erase the Dark Mark

Clothing: Ripped jeans, t-shirts, open blazer jackets with no shirt, dress pants, high heels, boxing gloves, sweatpants, sports bra. A mix of skater/80s rock band as a teen, athletic boxer style, and then formal office dress wear as an adult. She also wears a gold rose necklace from her mother.

Tattoos: Dark Mark on her forearm, Rose on her sternum

HOGWARTS

House: Slytherin

Wand: Ebony, Phoenix Feather, 11”

“Ebony is the happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, Ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the Ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast for their beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.”

Best Classes: Potions, DADA

Worst Classes: Herbology, COMC, Divination

Misc Magical Abilities: Animagus

Boggart Form: Being beside her father and doing exactly what he wants her to. She has platinum hair.

Amortentia: Roses, her mother’s perfume, dust, boxing chalk, potion ingredients, blood

Patronus: Hooded Pitohui (bird)

Animagus: Tarantula

Patronus Memory: Having an impromptu picnic with her mother in a field of roses one afternoon on a road trip as a child

Dementor worst memory: The night her mother was attacked and ended up in a coma

Mirror of Erised: Smiling with her mother next to her, proud of her

CAREER

11-18: Hogwarts Student

18-23: Unspeakable (Assassin) for the Ministry of Magic

24: Unspeakable and Spy in the Ministry for the Order and the Phoenix Resistance during the war (See the PR fic!)

25+: Hit Wizard partner of Azariah Steele

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Antoinette Avery & Corban Yaxley

Grandmother: Gia Yaxley @endlessly-cursed

Cousin: Camille Yaxley

Father Figure: Graham McClarnon (Her mother’s Doctor, looks after Lou) @thatravenpuffwitch

Love Interest: TBD

Best Friends: Azariah “Rye” Steele @cursebreakerfarrier

Friends: Kaari Arcano, Devon Marlowe, Henry McClarnon, the PR crew

PERSONALITY

Child: As a kid, she was oblivious to her father’s subtle molding. She didn’t spend much time with him, however, as her mother would always protect her and keep them as distant as possible. Once she was in her coma, her father started to lord over her. He told her how to behave and how to look. He was strict that she be intelligent, so he hired many tutors. She wasn’t happy and felt like her life wasn’t hers. She started to realize she was just a tool for her father to raise himself up. Especially when Tom Riddle came around.

Teenage: The second Lou got on the train to go to Hogwarts at 11, she dyed and cut her hair. It was an act of rebellion to her father who was now too far away to have much say in it. She started to act out and get into trouble to piss him off. She also did anything she could to get away from him, whether that be joining a rock band with Rye, or sneaking out of the house to attend boxing lessons or visit her mother in the hospital. The second she graduated Hogwarts, she left her father in the dust.

Adulthood: Lou knew war was looming before the majority of everyone else. She decided to make a calculated move and she returned to her father, pleading for his forgiveness. This of course was just a play so she could set herself up as a spy. It worked and she was right back under the foot of her father. Something she hated more than anything. After the war, she finally made sure he faced justice. She decided she was sick of killing people for other people and decided to join Rye as a Hit Wizard. This time she was using non-lethal means.

ATTITUDE

Most at Ease When: Talking to Rye. Brewing potions and poisons. Lying.

Stressed When: Dealing with her father. Making small talk and polite conversation.

Priorities: Herself. Living the life she wants.

Strength: Master manipulator and silver tongued liar, brave, intelligent, perceptive and insightful to people’s thoughts and emotions

Weakness: Doesn’t get close to people, hardly ever is honest and heartfelt with someone, can be a dick

FAVORITES

Color: Green, red, black

Food: Steak and chips

Drink: Strong alcohol

Weather: Rain

Book: Handbook of Poisons

Hobbies: Quidditch, boxing, dueling, brewing poisons

[monochromatictoad]

It's like, past 3AM where I am currently. My sister just woke me up, because my tarantula, who escaped like, three months ago, maybe longer, was found and safely returned to her enclosure. I'm very happy, because this tarantula I've had for close to three years, and I raised her from a sling.

Anyways, I'm very happy and excited to have her back.

[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

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Note: English isn´t my first language, so sorry for the probably mistakes here. Also timeline alterations.

"You used to love me…" he repeated in a broken whisper, as the breeze softly moved the cloth of the curtains. Helaena didn't turn around, she simply continued to knit. Knitting had become her escape, from her father's injustice, Aemond's snarls and Aegon's torments. As long as she knitted, everything could be tarnished. Except her children, with her calloused hands and fingers she continued to weave a lovely design of her two little ones and her in the middle, as they had been all their lives, with the absence of the father who now seemed to be looking at her for the first time. "Helaena, look at me." Commanded her brother husband Aegon. She riveted her eyes on him. Dirty platinum hair, dark circles under his eyes, scrapes on his face, and the look that had always been at the mercy of wine and poppy milk. "I am your husband." Seeing that he made little impression on her, he stalked angrily over and lifted her chin so that sight focused on him. "Do you understand what I mean?" Helaena felt lost again, she tried to make herself invisible like when she was a teenager, but it didn't work. "If I ever hear another damned rumor that you're sleeping with some lowlife again, I swear I'll hang you for being unfaithful." "I have been loyal to you always." Aegon couldn't bear to see the truth in her violet eyes. It was true. Helaena had taken her vows very seriously, a quality she shared with her mother Alicent. She never laid eyes more than told on any man or woman and emphasized that she was already married. Aegon, on the other hand, never did. He slept with women when he could understand the pleasure he could get with his body, he stalked the nobles, the worldly girls and with the poor servant girls, who seemed to understand her suffering as a woman. Aegon absorbed everything; the happiness, the hope, the smile. Her husband was a damned fly that vomited sickly lust and came back for more. She hated him. "So be it, then." In a show of masculinity, Aegon turned the chair he was sitting in and walked out the door, taking one last look. It never cost him to leave. His interest in her was like the life of a dragonfly, fleeting. She turned her focus back to her weaving, she was a spider, she told herself and sewed the threads that bound her to her twins. Always together, always united. She spent the entire remaining afternoon sewing and knitting, she wasn't worried. Her children were spending some time with their uncles Aemond and Daeron, before evening meal they would return and dine while Daeron would tell tales for her children, when their mother was not with her grandfather or some informant, she would join in the conversation as well, she would narrate to them about the early days of her marriage to King Viserys, who was pleased to hear his wife's voice despite his horrible state. Aemond ate in silence fixing his eye on everyone present, but he lasted a little longer on her, he did so even before he lost his eye, often following her, she was not afraid of him because he was the only one who defended her. Helaena had devised a nickname for all of them: Aegon was a mosquito; her mother, an ant; her father, a collembolan; Daeron was a cricket; Jaehaerys, a tiny moth; Jaehaera, a small caterpillar; Aemond, a tarantula; and she liked to think of herself as a spider. And the others…, well, Helaena hadn't spent much time naming them. She knew that her uncle Daemon married for the third time to her sister Rhaenyra, had adopted the bastards, but only one twin of his blood. Helaena wasn't fond of her uncle, she feared him for one simple reason: he was a wasp chasing silkworms.

[mothman-clarice]

OH MY GOD I got another hc for you, this time it's more hannibal focused :D

Quick warning, I will be talking about spiders a lot in this but I wont show any pictures, just so you know :)

Idk why but I think hed be a big fan of bugs, specifically spiders

Even more specifically, hed like tarantulas and orb weavers the most

Hed have a small collection of pets, 3 tarantulas and one golden orb weaver.

His number one favorite is a female cobalt blue tarantula he named sappho

Why name a spider after a lesbian icon? Because any attempt to breed her would just end up in her eating all of the males no matter what. She would refuse to breed no matter how perfect the male was. He joked that shes a lesbian and thus named her Sappho

Despite cobalt blues being very skittish, sappho actually is very comfortable with hannibal and likes it when he handles her.

She likes sitting on his shoulder while he reads or plays the piano

He loves spending time with her since it's so incredibly unusual for a spider to be this affectionate and comfortable

Not to mention shes just jaw droppingly gorgeous

Clarice doesnt mind his spiders and shows some curiosity for them, though shes still pretty spooked by them

Hannibal has tried to get her to fight her fear by letting her try feeding his spiders

She would hold a hissing cockroach in some long tongs and hold it up to his martinique pink toe tarantula named Coral

Her hands shook a lot but she tried to stay steady. Hannibal would encourage her and hold her hand.

Coral pounces on the roach making clarice jump with a yelp but she managed to hold steady enough that she didnt disturb Coral

She released the tongs and stumbles back, eyes popping out of her skull

H: Easy easy! You did it!

He catches her and holds her tight as she waits for her pulse to return to a slightly safer speed

She laughs after a few seconds at her dramatic reaction and hugs hannibal from the side to which he happily reciprocates

After a moment of laughter hannibal goes over to check on coral

Shes sitting at the entrance to her burrow, happily slurping away at the now dead cockroach

He smiles and closes her enclosure

H: you did quite well. Shes very happy with her meal.

C: oh I'm glad, I slaved away at it with my blood sweat and tears. (She laughs)

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 22) - The Secret (Troubled) Life of Mr. Hornet

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Hi guys! Sorry, it took me a while. I was busy at school, but I got a chance to make the final touch on this chapter. I hope you'll enjoy this because this is a flashback chapter, centralizing Mr. Hornet in one of his troubled pasts before he met the Bad Guys

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Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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4 years ago

It's been months since Hornet was left by his own colony. He was now all alone, all by himself, in his own hive, which would be rotten soon when winter is over. Winter is coming, and the breeze is getting colder. Hornet was still outside the tree of his hive, where he was devastated by the departure of his colony, his supposed nephews and nieces, but they left him. They all left him to die. He stayed on that rock for days, waiting for his end. But he was still alone. Not even predators wanted to eat him. Great! Even predators disliked him. He stayed on the rock, hoping for his colony to return. He thought they just forgot him, and might return to retrieve him.

Weeks passed by, and Winter came. Hornet experienced his first snowflake. When he touched it, it was really cold, and he couldn't handle it as cold as a snowflake. More snowflakes flew down above him. He quickly flew back into the tree where his hive was, and stayed there to keep himself warm.

Hornet curled up into a small ball that fit himself into the comb where he was hatched, hopefully, the comb around him would keep him warm for the winter. While he was inside the comb, he could see the hole of the hive as he could hear the wind from outside and felt the coldness of winter coming. Hornet then suddenly cried as he finally accepted the fact, "What am I even doing here? Why should I keep hoping they will come back?" He started to punch his fist on the walls of his comb, "They'll never come back for me. They hated me. They always do. Why didn't I die yet? I just want to leave this world and die!" Hornet cried harder and louder with a lot of tears bursting out from his eyes, until he eventually fell asleep.

3 months had passed, and Winter started to warm up. The sun began to shine from the clouds, and the light started to slowly melt the snow.

The light of the sun then shined through the hole of the hornets' hive. In the hive, Hornet was still inside his comb. Much to his surprise, because of the warmth of the sun, Hornet woke up from his sleep. His eyes blinked rapidly, and let out a big, long yawn. He didn't know that he was asleep until he realized he was sleeping for three months. He slept throughout the Winter, and yet, he's still alive. That was a miracle. A hornet like him should've died by now. His lifespan was believed to be 3-5 months, but it's been 9-10 months already. How could that be? How did he survive this long, especially through the winter?

"I can't believe it. I survived through the winter!" Hornet exclaimed as he quickly flew out of the hive, and noticed the surroundings that the snow was partially melted. It was still the beginning of the season, "This is Spring," Hornet never thought Spring season would be like this since he was born in Summer. He got a chance to flutter around, and wandered around for sightseeing. He could see the ground sprout all over, the trees began to develop green leaves and small flowers, and the sun's rays became brighter. It was the most amazing thing Hornet had ever seen, "Wow, it's really beautiful," Even with all the beauty of nature showing Hornet some wonders, he still wasn't so happy. "Why don't I feel like it?" Then, he looked back at the tree where his hive was hidden. He stared at it for a moment, and he realized there was no hope that his fellow hornet would come back to get him. He should've known in the beginning his own colony and his queen never liked him, because he was so different. He was too different, he showed a lot of good the most. He was born in a colony of murderous merciless hornets, and he wasn't that kind of hornet. This was why he wasn't loved by his colony. He was abandoned, left behind, and left to die. He was nothing to them. And Hornet... he had nothing left for him in this forest. He would be alone and die alone here if he stays, "That's it! I'm gonna get out of this dump!"

He finally snapped! Hornet decided to leave the worst place he could possibly live. He didn't want to stay in the same place where he was hated and disowned. Hornet flew out of the forest, and kept flying far, far, far away!

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Hornet had been flying away for days from the forest. He had been taking breaks from flying, and continued his trip. Honestly, he didn't know where to go, but he believed there was something out there that might help him know what he would do with his life. He flew for days, until he reached the city of Blaine.

Hornet was a bit lost. He never had been to a city before. It was so strange. The worst part is whenever he tried to ask someone. They got scared of him, screamed so loud, and attempted to kill him by smacking, stomping, or spraying him with bug spray. It was a miracle that he was able to talk to other people, and they could hear him talk, but instead of helping him, they gave him the exact opposite, by shooing him away. Hornet avoided getting hit as he was confused why people reacted that way whenever he flew near them.

At the park, Hornet found a place to rest after flying around for days, and getting away from people trying to kill him. Gladly, he found a bench for him to sit down on. He never felt this tired before as he felt a little weaker than usual.

"Ooh, I don't feel so good," Hornet felt he wanted to sleep again as he let his body. Just then, what he didn't expect, was a giant plastic tube, "What? Wha—?!" Hornet was suddenly startled as he tried to fly out of the tube, but the cover was sealed tight that won't let him escape, "Let me out! Let me out of here!" He screamed as loud as he can, but the scientist didn't listen to him.

The scientists that captured him heard his cries, but they refused to free him as they kept the tube where Hornet was inside a box.

"Where are you taking me?! HELP!" Hornet cried, but the box was already closed.

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Hornet felt like he was trapped in the tube for 18 hours. Luckily, there was a flower next to him for him to eat and survive. He didn't know what will happen to him, but he was still sad that he got captured for no reason.

Just then, he felt that the box was shaking, and Hornet stumbled down from standing. It took just a few minutes of shaking before Hornet felt he was placed into something hard. The box then opened, and a hand got in to take the tube where he was in. Hornet kept crying for mercy at the scientists to let him go, but they still wouldn't listen as they transferred him to another tube, but this time, it was made of glass, and the opening above him was closed by a cork. The scientists made a quick conversation with each other before leaving the laboratory, and shut the lights down.

Hornet tried to find another way to escape, but he wasn't strong enough to push the cork off the opening. It was closed real tight. Since there was nothing he could do for now, Hornet curled into a ball, and hugged himself, shedding a tear, "What did I do to deserve this?"

Then, the next day, the room's light flickered on as Hornet woke up from his sleep. He watched 3 scientists having a short conversation before putting gloves on, and taking out forceps from the pouch.

To his surprise, one of the scientists approached him, and opened the cork of the tube before the forceps slid in towards him. Hornet tried to fly out since now was his chance to escape, but he was easily captured by the forceps, and struggled to break free.

Hornet growled as he shouted at the scientists, "Help! Let me go! I'm warning you! I will bite you if you don't— what?" To his surprise, he was placed on a desk with a bright light above him. Then, he noticed another scientist holding up a Hypodermic needle, and approached to him.

Hornet knew what that thing would be doing to him as he squirmed to break free, "No. No, please, no!"

"It's okay, sir. We won't hurt you. We're just gonna experiment on you for an important project," one of the scientists that pinned him down said.

The second scientist successfully pointed the needle at Hornet's back, causing him to yelp a little, until it extracted some kind of liquid into him. The next thing Hornet knew was he felt so sleepy and his vision was so blurry.

"It's okay, mister. You'll just fall asleep, and we'll handle the rest," the third scientist said before Hornet completely passed out.

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Hornet opened his eyes.

He blinked.

His vision was blurry.

He blinked again.

He felt something cold attached to him.

He didn't know how long he was out, but at least he wasn't dead.

But then, he felt a little comfortable with his body.

It took him a while to figure out what was going on. Aside from the muffled voices and the blurry colors slowly coming in, he felt disoriented. Did he really black out?

"It's a success!" said one of the voices. "He is coming to now!"

"Hold on," said another. "Would the project work on him? Rember what happened with the others."

Finally, Hornet could finally see.

He could hear again.

Though, he still felt cold.

He found himself lying on a desk. The room he was in was much smaller than the last one he remembered being in before he blacked out. It seemed to be some kind of testing lab. Strangely, he could see that there was a hamster treadmill, a couple of blocks of different weights, and a container filled with water. To say that it looked like it was a rat playground was an understatement.

"Subject 22," said one of the scientists. "Wake up."

Hornet blinked. The three scientists from earlier looming over him like shadowy monsters. Three of them nearly looked unhinged. It was hard to tell, but when you see their eyes, you could really tell.

"Hello there, Subject 22," said the female scientist. "I'm pretty sure that you have questions."

Hornet blinked sheepishly. He didn't feel safe, but he didn't know who to rely on in this situation.

"Erm...yeah...yeah," he muttered. "What...really happened?"

"Congratulations, sport!" said Male Scientist #2. "You have successfully fused with our greatest creation yet! There were a few tweaks here and there. We had to replace a few things so that your body can function well. You may feel your chest cold and loss of memory for a few hours due to some minor brain damage, but that is just variable!"

"Really?" said Hornet, unnerved.

He slowly looked down and his eyes widened.

If he would cry that he became like a cyborg, then his reaction was understandable. His thorax was wrapped in metal. There were a few gaps in it as if it was part of a design, but to feel it fused into his thorax. What caught his attention was the turquoise glow coming from the middle. Nearly poking out from it was the small orb.

Hornet touched the orb out of curiosity, "Wh-what is this?" He even tried to take it off of his metal thorax, but he couldn't. It was inserted way too deep in that hole of his metallic suit. He even felt that there were small tubes that connected to his back neck and his upper abdomen. He couldn't even take them off either. This was so weird.

Hornet was shocked. He didn't know what to think. He was slowly hyperventilating at this discovery, but the fact that he was still alive got him to at least calm down. He was still confused, but he felt that he didn't want to ask more in case the scientists felt like adding a few more 'adjustments' to him.

Eventually, the scientists noticed him breathing in and out at a rapid pace.

"Aww..." cooed the female scientist insanely. "He's hyperventilating...of excitement! Just about a few tests before we can confirm that you will be able to live forever!"

"L-Live forever?" said Hornet, doubtful.

"Well, we're not sure about that. There are still a few things we need to consider," said the female scientist casually. "You might die without our project right there," she pointed to the orb on his now-metallic chest, "So that's why we have tests around. You're welcome!"

Hornet crossed his arms, trying to appear a bit intimidating. "I'm...guessing you're obsessed with achieving immortal-"

"Shush," said Scientist #2, placing a finger over Hornet's mouth. "That is for later."

For some reason, Hornet doubted there weren't going to settle their participant group with small bugs like him.

Then, he felt something was not right with his rear end. Hornet turned around, and was able to look down. It was like a black sharp needle, similar to those female hornets, "Wait... is that...?"

"A stinger?" the female scientist guessed, "Yeah. We got that from a previous hornet like you."

This made Hornet gasp that this is a surgical stinger.

"Well, not like your species. It was from another species of hornet," the 2nd female scientist explained, "but you look at you now. You have your own stinger!"

Hornet felt annoyed by the 2nd female scientist's enthusiasm, but he looked back at his new stinger, and rubbed it on the floor. He kinda liked it.

"Okay, this is cute," he admitted while pointing at the stinger, but then pointed to the turquoise orb on his newly metallic suit, "But this... this is messed up!"

"Don't worry, Subject 22. You're going to appreciate that thing that we made for you once you take some of our tests," Scientist #2 grinned.

He was about to turn away, but one of the scientists tapped on his back.

"Nuh-uh-uh!" he said with a crazed grin. "Not so fast. You must be crazy. Anyone who tries to run out of here gets caught in a mouse trap! And you know what we do with mice!"

Hornet flinched, his antenna twitching. "O-Oh really? What else keeps me from splitting?"

"You will die out there if we don't test this first," said the female scientist calmly. "If we get the right results and thus be able to confirm how long you'll be able to live, then you should be grateful."

Hornet was in a tight spot. Those scientists weren't willing to leave him alone, but with that stupid gem on, there was no safe way out of this. He sighed, rubbing his face.

"O-Okay," he said. He sounded so quiet, but he was actually afraid.

"Good!" said Scientist #1, grabbing Hornet a bit too hard, and placing him on a tiny treadmill. "Now, our first test is known as the running test! Where you get to run as fast as you can on that treadmill while-"

"We get it," interrupted the female scientist. "Subject 22, start running."

Hornet nodded, slowly walking using his legs. The scientists didn't bother since the machine attached to the treadmill was already recording down. For a few minutes, he was walking at the same speed before the scientists prodded him to speed up. He started walking a bit faster, waiting for the scientists to take down their notes of this. Then, he went a bit faster, breaking into a run.

By the time Hornet felt like he was at his limit, he was running so fast like a bullet from a gun.

"Outstanding!" said the female scientist condescendingly. "The gem must be working! Adding this to the subject skyrocket how long they can be able to run for!"

"I think we're ready to move on to the next test," said Scientist #1. "Subject 22, proceed to lift weights."

Hornet stopped, jumping out off the treadmill. "Wait...weights?"

Sooner enough, he found himself carrying heavy blocks.

The first few ones weren't bad. It ranged from half of his size to his size and the list went on. It didn't go too bad, but once the blocks got bigger, that was when Hornet was struggling. Eventually, when it came to one block that was three times his size, he couldn't lift it up high. His arms gave way before it squashed him.

Or at least he thought.

He found himself still alive. Still breathing.

The pain was mostly coming from the soreness of his muscles, but so far, he didn't feel a bone break.

"He's a hornet, right?" asked the female scientist. "This would have killed him instantly."

"It must be the gem that is protecting his body from being squashed," said Scientist #1. "The readings of the gem are medium, so it is using a small source of its power to turn Hornet's flesh into something similar to metal! For this period of time, he is stuck under there!"

He wished that it was the end of it since he was already sick of needing to rely on his gem to have this wonderful train trip of being underneath really heavy blocks. The last one was something equivalent to a wooden crate and he found himself nearly unable to breathe.

But still alive. He squeezed himself out of the heavyweights

"Splendid!" said the female scientists. "Now onto the next test. Holding your breath in water."

"What?" Hornet didn't hear what the female scientist said as he was catching his breath after being squashed.

He barely got enough time to ask as he was suddenly grabbed by Scientist #1, and shoved viciously right into the water container. As Hornet felt his entire body submerging underneath the top, everything was freezing once again. It was really cold. And hard to breathe. Hornet immediately flailed his arms around, even screaming at one point, but he couldn't move.

That was because of the sadistic lead scientist making sure that he stayed in the water for a long time. And ONLY for long until they get results that the gem was in the full effect of making sure this subject didn't die. In fact, the lead scientist was nearly crazy in thinking of drowning Hornet like this. By the time the 6-minute mark struck, the lead scientist's grip was nearly crushing.

"That's passed 5 minutes already," said the female scientist. "He hasn't blacked out yet. His vitals are still working surprisingly despite lack of air."

Scientist #1 pulled Hornet out and the poor bug could only gasp for air. He choked out mouthfuls of water. Once dropped, he slowly tried to regain his energy, slowly feeling tired from the three tests.

"You're kidding me right now?!" he gasped. "I nearly died!"

"And you're safe and sound with the gem," said Scientist #2. "Who's crazy now?"

"T-This is enough," said Hornet, shaking his head. "I don't like it...I don't like it!"

"Cease your whining, you wuss," snarled Scientist #1. "You are exactly just like the other unfortunate subjects! We gave you life, but you're not even thankful for how much you can survive! Maybe I should have brought over boiling water to test on you!"

He angrily knocked the water container over. Hornet didn't see, but he could hear the unmistakable sound of the container breaking into millions of pieces and the water spilling everywhere.

Then, Scientist #1 suddenly lowered his voice. "Wait, would you like to try being underwater in a bucket of boiling water?"

"No!" said Hornet.

"WELL, I DON'T WANT TO ANYWAY!" shouted the lead scientist hammily. "It always gives me burn-!"

"Your shift expires now," deadpanned the female scientist. "Clean up this mess before I'll tell the boss!"

Scientist #1 suddenly went silent. "...Okay, fine!"

Hornet didn't need to worry about that guy since he was already on janitor duty. However, he was afraid of the female scientist. She was colder, collected, and determined. Nothing seemed to phase her despite the mad look in her eyes.

The last test (because the female scientist wanted to go on her lunch break already) was getting Hornet in a large testing room. It was empty and lack of any table or furniture. Honestly, Hornet would rather stay there instead of be in the same room with lab equipment and lab lunatics. It would have given him all the space needed for him to think.

But nope. He was forced to take rounds around the room. Flying laps.

He was already tired at this point and he wasn't sure if his wings could work, but he rather do so instead of being perished. He flew around at least 10 times already as fast as he could and he wanted to stop. However, he still had enough energy to continue this test. The two remaining scientists into taking notes about his progress that they failed to notice how Hornet wanted to collapse.

Hornet wished that he shouldn't have been made to be in these tests. He could have died, but this gem on his metallic chest seemed to be more than happy to let him go through this awful suffering. He wasn't sure how long he was going to last with those scientists. But as long as the tests were successful, he would be their guinea pig for a long time.

After 30 laps, he rested by the edge near the window, stretching his wings since they were already sore.

"That's a new record," said the female scientist. "Looks like the gem can ensure that you live longer, even if you nearly run out of energy. And you being healthy like this means that you can't die from the life cycle of your species. I guess that concludes today's tests. Hope we see you soon for the next tests."

Hornet wished he wouldn't.

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Once again, after all those tests, Hornet was still locked up, but this time, in a glass jar. The tube was too narrow for him, and he felt so uncomfortable in that tube. Luckily, the scientists accepted his requests of needing a bigger space for him to be kept.

Hornet's jar was placed on top of a shelf where the books and other experiments were placed. He could even hear their voices, but the scientists were unaware he was listening.

"Impressive. This hornet lived more than 3-5 months, which would've been his life span!" the female scientist said while reading the information online

"But we haven't found him yet before we put him that life gem," Female Scientist #2 stated, "Is it possible there were more sources of how he surpassed his lifespan?"

"I don't know. But he was weak when he was found. It seems like he was about to die, until we put that life gem on him," the female scientist answered.

"So, the life gem might work. It'll help him live for a long time," Scientists #2 cheered.

So, this was what it was. A life gem. Hornet looked down at the orb at the center of his chest. It was called a life gem. An object that helped him live, even from dangerous obstacles and natural causes of death. Maybe this was the reason why there are tubes attached from his now-metallic thorax to the rest of his body. The life gem had been powering not just Hornet's thorax, but also his head and abdomen, that was why he felt the rest of his body still functioning properly and strengthening.

Female Scientist #2 nodded in agreement while holding the clipboard that contained the information she and her fellow scientists gathered about the life gem, "As long as he had that attached to him, he will live longer than an ordinary hornet. Probably years or longer. But I don't think he's gonna be immortal. Life gems can expire sometimes, they are not forever. We don't know how long it would take despite our tests, but with that life span, our little guy here would live a normal life like everyone else does."

Well, that is good news. Hornet didn't mind living a little longer than his fellow male hornets. He saw them die before him, and it was weird why he didn't die along with them. It was a miracle, but he did feel a little weak days ago before he was captured. It was probably his body and mind that couldn't live that long anymore. Now that he has the life gem, he was able to survive his own life span, and live like humans and other longer life-spanned animals. Maybe this won't be bad after all. The test might've tortured him, but maybe this is a blessing that he got to live longer than his own colony. And not only that. He has a stinger! The thing that male hornets like him won't ever have! Take that!

But the conversation wasn't over as Hornet kept listening.

"Did you get another list of experiments for our subject tomorrow?" The female scientist asked

"Yes. One last test, and we'll get rid of him," Female Scientist #2 said.

Hornet gasped in horror. This was the most terrifying news that Hornet had ever heard.

"Good. After we get the results, we'll just get that life gem off of him, and recharge. That bug was no use anyway. No one would miss a short lifespan insect like a hornet anyway," Scientist #1 said.

"We should've tested a rat instead," Scientist #2 chuckled as the three of them left the room, and turned the lights off before locking the door.

This is bad. This is really really bad! He won't survive any longer after all. If he finished a test tomorrow, then he would die for sure. Hornet started to get scared. He looked at his life gem, and held it close. It was glowing. Hornet didn't know why he was chosen to be an experiment of this life gem, but this meant for him to live a normal life like everyone else, then he won't waste this "blessing". There was a reason why his life hadn't ended yet, and he was given an extra life to prevent him from dying. He might not like being tested with this life gem as it was torturing him, but living a normal life with this gem would be great to experience more time of freedom, and away from his troubled past. He couldn't wait until tomorrow to escape. He has to escape sooner or now.

"I have to get out of here!" He panted in fear as he looked around, trying to find a way out of this jar and this laboratory.

Hornet quickly shoved himself onto the walls of the jar, hoping that he would knock himself and the jar off the shelf to break it, and he would escape, but he wasn't strong enough to knock the jar. But then, he looked up, and only had the cover with holes that sealed the jar close. Just then, he had an idea, but he wasn't sure if it's gonna work.

Hornet grabbed two holes in the lid with his hands, and started spinning himself. He felt the lid was stuck, so he had to try harder. But then, a miracle happened. The lid started to turn. To his ecstatic, Hornet continued to spin around, until he reached the end, opening the lid of the jar, and threw it off the opening. Finally, Hornet was free!

Hornet flew out, and wandered all over the room to find a way out. Then, he noticed an open window, leading outside where he could see the night sky and the stars. Finally, a way out, Hornet flew threw an open window, and kept flying as fast as he could. He even removed the tag from his abdomen, and threw it away. Hornet kept flying fast and far far far away from the laboratory so he wouldn't be seen by any scientist or anyone in the area.

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Now that Hornet was sure he was already too far from the laboratory, he didn't know where he was now. He was only surrounded by bright lights, tall buildings, and fast cars. He wasn't familiar with a big city like this. He didn't know where to go or what to do anymore. With the life gem on the metallic suit of his thorax, Hornet had to keep flying to get away from danger.

"Why is this happening to me? Why do I live like this?" Hornet sighed as he felt his eyes watery while he was flying, "First, my colony hated me, then I became some kind of experiment, and now... where would I go?" Fluttering in the air, Hornet looked down on his glowing life gem, and caressed it, "Now that I had this thing in me, guess I won't die any time soon, but..." he looked up to see the tall buildings brightening the night sky because of their lights, "What would be my purpose now?"

Don't be upset or mad at all Don't feel regret, or sad at all Hey, I'm still an ordinary hornet

And I'm fine, I am totally fine I will stand on the side as they shine I'm not fine, I'm not fine

I can't murder another critter I can't kill another home I can't take another night Up in my comb

Waiting for a miracle I can't bear to defend the hive by fighting It leaves me in great disdain Can't keep down the unspoken visible pain

Always waiting on a miracle, a miracle Always flying alone Always wanting for more Like I'm still at that hive Longing to shine like all of them shine All I need is a change All I need is a chance

All I know is I can't Stay on the side Open your eyes Open your eyes Open your eyes

I would be useful Make a whole crew be victorious Someone please just let me know Where do I go

I am waiting on a miracle A miracle I would prove myself Show this world something new

Who I am inside So what can I do? I'm sick of waiting on a miracle So here I go

I am ready! Come on, I'm ready! I've been patient and steadfast and steady! Bless me now as everyone got blessed everyday

When they got a miracle Am I too late for a miracle?

That was all he could think of. He had been suffering enough. His fellow hornets hated him, his colony left him to die, scientists used him as an experiment with an object that would help him survive, and now he was lost in this big smelly city. What would he do now? Where would he go?

Hornet found himself in a narrow dark alley where there were garbage cans, and hung laundry above him. Hornet flew down, and took a small piece of cardboard and paper as he landed on the ground. He put the tiny piece of cardboard on the ground, and laid down with a newspaper covering his body. Now that he's a cyborg, he had to feel comfortable. It didn't feel comfortable with a new stinger sewn on the point of his rear end. Just then, he spotted a tiny stuffed baby swan behind the garbage can. He crawled and snatched the stuffed swan, and squeezed it. This made him feel comfortable, and even sleepy. Hornet put the stuffed swan down, and used it as his pillow before falling asleep.

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Credits:

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Ben Affleck - Scientist #1/Lead Scientist

Alice Braga - Female Scientist

C.S. Lee - Scientist #2

Angela Bassett - Female Scientist #2

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Author aggimaginary

Co-Author TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 Masterclass60

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

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So, here it is! This is the chapter that is a surprise for everyone.

This chapter took place after Hornet is abandoned by his colony as it was mentioned in chapters 3 and 4. After studying the map of Washington, I had the chapter mentioning Baine City, which was the only city close to Chuckanut Mountain.

This is also the first chapter of The Bad Guys fanfic that the canon characters of The Bad Guys movie were absent, due to being Mr. Hornet's past.

The concept of "life gem" was an inspiration by a Deviantart user, GrovyleFangirl1997, who also let me use this concept for Hornet and his story. Thank you so much for letting me use the life gem concept.

Male hornets don't have stingers, so, since then, Hornet has an artificial stinger made from a different species of female hornet.

The chapter also revealed that Hornet was a cyborg and got a chance to live past his species' original life span.

Hornet's "Waiting On A Miracle" was a parody of the original song from "Encanto"

Special thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 for helping me create the Test scenes. And also, to MasterClass60 for her and TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 helped me recreate the lyrics for the song for Hornet.

I hope you all like this chapter so far. Sorry for the delay. See you soon!

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Hnnng your spideysona playlist post makes me happy so if you don’t mind I would like to add my own spidersona :)

I made her up in like 5 minutes because I wanted to be silly even though I haven’t seen the film yet :/

Their name is Tarantula, and for the past 3-ish years they’ve been impersonating the one-and-only Spiderman.

Originally an assistant to Doc-Ock, she joined in on his nefarious schemes and became a surrogate daughter to him. When she was tasked with killing Spider-Man, she used Ock’s technology to hunt Spidey down, but became conflicted on actually having to take a life. They went through with the act, but was greatly angry and remorseful, so when they returned to Ock they killed him. They stole a lot of Doc’s stuff and ran, creating a suit and assuming the identity of Tarantula. To the public, this is either an apprentice or a weird phase for Spiderman, but for her she is trying to make up for past mistakes.

She has a secret lair under a baseball stadium and is basically an eccentric hermit, except when she goes out to fight crime. I assume she and the spiderverse spideys wouldn’t get along very well (if they knew about her at all). They don’t get many visitors anyways.

I decided that for a theme song, 100 gecs’ “Doritos and Fritos” would be pretty fitting. Idk anything about Spotify but I have a YouTube link.

Sorry for the long ask!

https://youtu.be/2PWMiy4RysI

OOOOOOUGH I LOVE THEM she’s so neat!! I love when spider people have more of an antihero vibe to them, the lair is a cool touch too >:3

Ty for the contribution, I added it!

(Spidersona OST main post)

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Thoughts on Earthspark!Flatline (spoilers for the most recent episodes)

Follows the standard version to begin with, except that part has to be set in the past, as the war’s over in the present. Flatline has cut ties with both Autobots and Decepticons, as he doesn’t want anything more to do with their conflict.

Being a former member of the 'Cons, GHOST has Flatline on something of a parole/house arrest. Flatline is allowed to live in a cosy, out of the way (and bot-sized) laboratory-slash-summer-home, but he probably has to give GHOST something in return in order to keep his freedom. Most likely, this is either his occasional services as a Cybertronian medic, or the manufacturing of bot-compatible medicine - thus far, we don't know who's been patching Optimus and Crew up after their battles, and having a Doc-Bot on hand would make it easier for the humans

(Note: Tarantulas mentioned that GHOST either imprisons or indentures 'Cons, so there's enough precedent for me that one of their prisoners could be contracted)

Flatline’s much happier in his current living situation, for the most part left alone in peace and able to work. It's not a perfect arrangement, but it's better than living in a cell. I also think he's on a tighter leash than he believes, and Croft is fine to use Flatline for her own benefit until there's adequate opportunity to eliminate him.

Flatline wasn't at the battle for the Allspark, or at least was fighting further away from the space bridge. So he was told and currently still thinks Shockwave died in the battle! Nobody has told him the truth yet! (At first Megs wanted to avoid further confrontation, but the half-truth went on for so long that at this point, it feels like it's been too long to come clean)

Dealing with Shockwave's 'death' was messy and Flatline was just as angry as to be expected. 15 years of no war, and presumably finally being convinced to work on his personal issues, have done a lot to heal those wounds, but they're definitely not gone. Especially if he were to find out he was lied to.

More divorced energy than other versions

Flatline has probably been inside the GHOST base when they needed greater repairs on one of the 'Bots (which means there's set-up for potential future drama)

ES!Flatline is more combat trained, a result of how long his service lasted before the war ended

Overall, he's doing pretty alright! It's not perfect, but it's the closest he's felt in a long time to his pre-war self. He's happy.

I would like for him to meet the Maltos at some point, although I don't know how that would happen. Maybe they go on a hike in the woods and find Flatline's place, idk, that could be fun. Flatline isn't a kid person and he's a bit of a bad influence, but I think he could handle not being terrible to them

Physical design notes:

There's a seemingly 'out of place' stripe around his thigh, which is actually painted over his Decepticon symbol (there's no GHOST symbol on his person either)

Flatline's syringe is a mix of the Prime and Gen 1/TFA versions - he's missing the middle finger on his right hand, and the harpoon-like blade is embedded in his wrist/forearm (the pointy bit takes the space of where his middle finger would be. Kind of an Assassin's Creed situation)

Has a similar facemask to his TFA version

I'll probably stay with the helicopter alt mode, although there's more options to potentially choose from if I look at other alt modes he's had (i.e. plane, scorpion).