#ant vocabulary

[futurebird]

Descriptive words for the exoskeletons of ants:

striate - with many parallel grooves tuberculate - with little protrusions covering the surface reticulate - split into irregular cells opaque - light cannot pass through translucent - light can pass through shiny - reflects light, has visible reflections on the surface matte - textured to absorb and prevent visible reflections. glabrous - smooth punctate/foveolate - covered in little round depressions rugulose - wrinkled pilosity - the degree of pilosity refers to how hairy the ant is reclinate hairs - hairs that lay flat tomentum - wooly hairs clavate hairs - hairs that are club-shaped

[daily-spanish-word]

before, earlier, sooner antes

At a picnic: “Come on guys! We have to finish all the food before the ants are here, or auntie arrives!”

Playing poker: “Let me up the ante a bit before you guys show your cards.”

What do you do before breakfast? ¿Qué haces antes del desayuno?

Picture by First UMC on Flickr

[brazilspill]

Animal Vocab in Portuguese: Bugs (1/?)

Ant - Formiga

Aphid - Pulgão

Bee - Abelha

Beetle - Besouro (always spelled this way, but some states, like Minas, pronounce it bee-z'oh-hoo)

Butterfly - Borboleta

Caterpillar - Lagarta (little kids often mispronounce it as largarta), taturana (caterpillars that burn when you touch them; typically fuzzy but not always)

Centipede - Centopéia

Cicada - Cigarra

Cockroach - Barata

Cricket - Grilo

Dragonfly - Libélula

Flea - Pulga

Fly - Mosca

Hornet - Marimbondo, vespa

Ladybug - Joaninha (literally, "little Joana")

Louse - Piolho

Mosquito - Mosquito (in Minas they're called pernilongo, whereas a mosquito is a word for "fly")

Moth - Mariposa

Pill bug/roly-poly - Tatu bolinha (literally, "armadillo little ball")

Praying mantis - Louva-deus (literally, "god-praiser")

Scorpion - Escorpião

Spider - Aranha

Termite - Cupim

Wasp - Marimbondo, vespa

[negreabsolut]

El mot per a "ant" en diverses llengües d'Europa i la Mediterrània.

[seven-snails]

im fucking crying. i can't escape this stupid anime no matter where i go

[antimonyandthyme]

what about love spell/curse/potion for carcar?

“It’s not that bad,” Oscar said.

“It’s obvious,” Lando said. “Even to me. Even to someone not looking for it. They’ll stop you from racing.”

Oscar’s cheeks were flushed, and it extended down his neck, down, down, down further where the fireproofs hid the rest of the evidence. And it wasn’t the good kind of flush either, like the after race glow or the lively splash of sun kissed. The stain was uncomfortably pinpricked and splotchy, and Oscar looked like he was being eaten alive by fire ants, with the way he kept clawing at his skin and adding red on red.

“It’s an easy solution,” Lando said, because yeah, they were teammates who needed to tear each other apart most times, but Oscar was. A good one. A friend, even. Plus, they needed the points. “I’ll get Carlos here.”

“No,” Oscar snapped, so vehemently that Lando considered throwing his hands up and leaving Oscar to his own martyrdom. But again—points. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

“Mate,” Lando rolled his eyes. “I thought you’ve gotten over your dislike of that guy.”

He felt a twinge of furtiveness when he said it, that guy. Had to look around the room to ascertain that Carlos hadn’t heard it. As if Carlos could ever be reduced to some background person in their periphery. But he was trying to be helpful, while Oscar seemed content to endure torture for the sake of being stubborn. Come on, Oscar. He’s just some guy. He’s just some guy, right? Fuck him and get it out of your system.

“I don’t,” Oscar said, then locked his teeth together shut so tightly Lando heard the click. His jaw shifted askew from the top half of his face, then back so carefully all Lando could think of were moving mouths on wooden marionettes.

It was a familiar habit, but not on Oscar. It took Lando awhile to place it.

“Don’t what,” Lando asked, already knowing the answer and catastrophically afraid of it.

“Landito,” Carlos announced, flinging open the door to the motorhome. “What’s the emergency, hm?”

What escaped from Oscar’s mouth could only be described as a whimper. Aw, fuck. Lando had. Yeah. He’d already texted Carlos. The second after Oscar had said No.

Lando glanced over guiltily. Oscar’s legs were making a gigantic effort to push himself backward into the couch, as far from Carlos as he could be, but the rest of his body was focused solely on being honest. His cheeks, pinker than what Lando had thought possible. The sweat beading on his forehead, sliding in an unmistakable path down his nose. The obvious stretch of the fabric at his crotch, which he was trying fruitlessly to hide with his hands. He’d be glaring at Lando, if he could, for doing this. But everything else in the room was now wiped clean of existence now that Carlos was here. Oscar stared, like Carlos was all there was and could be.

“Ah.” Carlos's eyes darted between Lando and Oscar. “Is this?” Carlos cleared his throat. “What is this,” he said quietly, sounding a little kicked, like he’d been left out of a briefing.

“Love spell,” Oscar blurted out, the same time Lando’s tongue formed around the word curse. “Some fan. Threw it at me.”

“Are you in love with her now?” Carlos said sharply.

“No!”

Lando cringed. It was likely he was feeling embarrassed for Oscar, if the phantom itch under his skin was anything to go by. Oscar looked as if Carlos had just slapped him, something so horribly open Lando didn’t even realize it was available in Oscar’s vocabulary.

“You really are a muppet,” Lando said. He couldn’t decipher if he was being cruel or kind, and he wasn’t going to think any further on it. “He’s in love with you, duh. Can’t you see?”

Oscar found the willpower to glare at Lando then, but when Carlos sucked in a small, shocked breath, Oscar’s eyes were back on him. Caressing, imploring.

“It’s just the curse,” Lando continued on blithely. So, he’d decided on cruel. “The fan must have messed it up, redirected it. That’s what’s making you feel this way, right Oscar?”

It wasn’t fair watching the myriad of shifts and breaks that rose to the surface of Oscar’s expression, but Lando was nothing if not committed.

“Right?” he said again, encouraging, all teeth.

“Right,” Oscar said, like it had to be peeled from his throat, then presented bloodied and raw. “Just. The love spell.”

Two years of being teammates, and Lando thought—hoped, that Carlos had lost the power to surprise him.

“Okay,” Carlos said. No disgust or revulsion. Just gentleness. He was everything his father said he was, and it didn’t do anyone any good. “So you need my help, no?”

Oscar couldn’t keep the starving noise clamped behind his lips. He was shaking now, at Carlos’s proximity, at the promise of something he didn’t even know he wanted to have until this instant. His entire body curled toward Carlos like a vine straining for the light.  

"I need," was all Oscar managed, and something in Lando ached terribly. For what, for what.

Carlos made his way closer, crouched down by Oscar’s feet like he was the one asking, begging, for it.

“Easy,” he said, hand cupped around Oscar’s burning cheek, and Oscar folded like a man with no cards left, nothing left, and said please, please, please Carlos, please.

“Ah, Lando,” Carlos said. As if he’d just remembered Lando was there. Lando himself had almost forgotten, so far removed from the scene unfolding before him he was. “Some privacy?”

Fucking love spells. He closed the door behind him, a little too hard, a little too late to stop the soft sound of skin meeting skin from reaching his ears.

(put that guy in a situation prompts)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Entomology Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Entomology - The scientific study of insects.

Alary - 'Relating to wings'. It is often used when discussing the muscles used to operate the wings of an insect, these commonly being known as the alary muscles.

Aposematism - The use of bright colouration to advertise that an organism is dangerous or unpalatable.

Apterous - Insects without wings.

Batesian mimicry - A type of mimicry where a harmless organism mimics a poisonous or unpalatable one. Predators learn to avoid the unpleasant organism and, because predators are unable to distinguish the mimic from the poisonous/unpalatable organism, the mimics are also avoided.

Cerumen - A substance created by many species of social bee used to construct their nests. It is a mixture of tree resin (often in the form of propolis) that is mixed with beeswax. The consistency and colour is often determined by the trees close to the bee nest since this is where the resin is collected from.

Chorion - The outer shell of an insect's egg. It can consist of several layers including a waxy layer to prevent water loss.

Crypsis - The ability for a organism to blend in with its environment. This is often achieved through projections in the exoskeleton of the insect which makes it look like something else.

Eclosion - The emergence of an adult insect from a pupa or a larvae (or nymph) from an egg.

Endoparasitoid - A parasite that lives inside another animal and ultimately kills it. Endoparasitoids, such as some solitary wasps, are commonly used as biological control agents.

Frass - Insect excrement.

Gallery - A small tunnel or passageway made by an insect or animal.

Instars - Time periods between molts.

Iridescent - Displaying shining or glittering colors like those of a rainbow.

Mullerian mimicry - A type of mimicry whereby one or or more species develop a similar appearance. Each of the species is either poisonous, dangerous or unpalatable to predators. Predators may only encounter one specific species but protection is conferred to the other others due to their similar appearance.

Nuptial flight - The mating flight of some insects, most notably social bees and ants.

Oviparity - When insects reproduce by laying eggs.

Pectinate - Comblike

Plumose - Feathery

Pterygota - Refers to the Subclass of insects that possess wings.

Xylophagous - Describes animals that feed almost exclusively on wood.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Word Lists

[httpuckdrop]

ashes – day 65

the signs were clear. crunchy, icy leaves under your feet, snowflakes flowing from the sky to create a light layer of snow to cover the ground before melting away the next day, the temperature dropping and allowing you to wear cute sweaters and thicker jackets.

winter was here.

december was never one of your favorite months. the cold was not something you enjoyed – unless you got to spend your days in bed, wrapped in a thick blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. thus, going to "jack's little hockey rink", as you called it, a room filled with ice where you'd be freezing all evening, was not on your bucket list.

however, of course you were curious to see what it was he spent most of his time doing and thinking about. so that one evening in december, you made your way over to where he was going to play – and it didn't take you long to realize how unfitting your choice of words to describe it had been.

you'd only been to hockey once or twice in your youth, when friends had games and anyone could come to watch for free. but this was about to be something entirely different.

first sign: the ticket prices you saw on a board outside the arena had you in disbelief of how many people were still there queuing to go inside. how could they all afford it? how were you going to be able to afford it? jenny and anna thankfully assured you that you wouldn't have to pay; jack had written your name on the list by the vip entrance, and everything was completely free of charge.

second sign: the arena was huge, and despite it being such a big space, the roars of the crowd were completely deafening whenever things went down on the ice. they really knew how to amuse a crowd, these devils.

third sign: this game was apparently very important, judging from how emotional the players seemed to get – and what that resulted in.

someone had told you beforehand about the weight of tonight's game, in the terms of "just a normal sports rivalry" and "a local derby like any other", as if the words 'normal' and 'like any other' were even in your vocabulary when it came to hockey. you found out more exactly what that meant even before the end of the first period, though.

apparently, the devils vs rangers games are a classic – and apparently, fighting is a big deal during these games. when the second period ended, a total of eight players had already been sent to the penalty boxes for fighting, and you hoped that maybe they had learned their lesson.

apparently not.

the devils were already clear to win, with a three-goal lead and less than a minute left to play. with you and the girls seated in some kind of box at the top of the stadium, it was difficult to see who was who down there – they all looked like little ants, and it was impossible to even make out the numbers on the jerseys – but in some way, you managed to catch the fact that jack scored not just once but twice. (maybe you caught it a few moments after said goals, but that wasn't as important)

in the same way you couldn't see him, jack couldn't see you from down on the ice, either. but just knowing that you were up there somewhere, to watch him and only him, made him all fuzzy and want to play even better than before.

you also couldn't instantly catch the reason behind why the teams were soon caught in yet another brawl, this time with more or less everyone on the ice joining in, but your jaw dropped when you glanced up at the jumbotron to see the replay – because jack was one of the fighters.

you had to really squint your eyes to make sure it actually was him; but there was no doubt about those sweet, brown doe eyes, his long hair with that curl at the tips, that cute nose you'd traced with your fingertips about a million times.

you weren't sure how to react. was this a regular thing? that sweet, kindhearted jack you'd come to know over these past months… was he the type of adrenaline junkie that went out of his way to find a guy to fistfight during games? was he actually someone else than the person you thought you knew?

that feeling followed you like a thorn in your side for the following hour as you watched the rest of the match and then went with jenny to wait in some basement corridor for jack. however, always the social butterfly, it didn't take long for jenny to find some player she apparently knew from high school and have him show her around the secret spaces of the arena.

you felt uneasy and a little nauseous, but a kind of nausea that didn't quite reach your mouth and instead just lingered in the air around you. thankfully, it toned off quite a bit when he emerged from a door down the hallway, his eyes instantly finding yours and a smile meeting his lips.

jack's hair was still wet, dripping from the tips – from a shower and not sweat, you hoped – but he looked surprisingly put-together in his slacks (ironed by you this morning, in fact) and the black coat hanging down to the middle of his thighs, with a gray beanie to top it off.

his hand found your hip easily, his other hand dropping his duffel bag to the floor before reaching for your side, too – like a magnet, he couldn't manage standing so close to you and not touch you. "how was that?" he asked, genuinely curious to know what you thought of his game.

"i'm glad you won," you answered, instinctively reaching up to fix his collar that was bent the wrong way. "but i didn't understand much, to be honest."

this lured out a chuckle from him and he leaned down, lips pressing against your temple. "you'll learn."

"do you usually fight?" the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, or even think them through. you just needed to know.

he didn't seem bothered nor surprised, not even the slightest. it was as if he had expected this. "no," he said, and you believed him instantly. that was all it took. "only sometimes when we play against these guys. but usually not even then." you remained silent, just nodding and searching his eyes for any hint of dishonesty. "i didn't want to, i promise. but with the way he attacked nico, i… i had to step in."

"you trying to make yourself a hero instead of a fighter, huh?" you teased, your hand reaching up to squeeze his upper arm. "i get it. i think."

"i know you do," he replied, hands dragging slowly up and down your sides as he leaned down again, this time to kiss your forehead. "you're a smart girl."

his hands slipped away from your frame as a new group of boys exited the door, all slapping jack's shoulder and congratulating him on a good match on their way out. the last one of the bunch stayed a little longer. "we still on for lunch tomorrow?" the guy asked. he was a little taller but a little younger than jack, and as he spoke, his gaze was stuck on you as if trying to figure you out. something seemed to click in his brain because soon his gaze was flickering between you and jack, eyebrows raised. "is this…"

jack nodded, a secure hand reaching for your lower back and his eyes landing on you. "this is my younger brother, luke," he explained, his free hand motioning over to the boy.

the brother held his hand out for you, and you took it gladly. "it's good to meet you," he said, a big smile decorating his face. "i've heard a lot about you."

something fluttered in your chest at that. "same for you," you told him, giving his hand a shake before pulling back.

"only bad, i suppose," he said with a shrug, earning a slap on his shoulder from jack.

you laughed, shaking your head. "definitely not." you turned your gaze up to jack again. "he's not the one who ripped your braces off, right?"

the same cackle came from both boys, the similarity in their looks almost frightening at this point. "no, that was quinn," jack answered, shaking his head. "good old times."

jack turned back to his brother, addressing the former subject, and you found yourself just listening in – yet also feeling like you were a part of it. you always found it so easy to slip away, be ignored, or zone out whenever you were around new people. but jack kept his hand on your back, luke looked at you whenever he cracked a joke as if to get a sense of your humor, and they both tried to convince you to join them tomorrow despite how many times you explained that you were busy.

you couldn't help thinking…

maybe you could get used to this.

[icycoldninja]

hey so i was thinking: Sparda Boys and V with a writer S/O? take as long as you need to with this (writer's block is kicking my ass rn sadly but) , i don't really mind

Hey I feel that bro, enjoy and hopefully your inspiration will return to you 💜

Sparda Boys + V x Writer!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He's not a scholar and knows next to nothing about books since he rarely reads, but if his sweetheart is writing stuff, by God, he will read whatever they put out there.

-Uses you as a human dictionary whenever he comes across new words, not understanding that that's not the purpose of a writer.

-"Hey babe, what's this word?"

"What word?"

"Uhh...Ink-Can-Dress-Ant."

"What?"

"Ink-can-dress-ant, I think that's how you say it."

"How's it spelled?"

"I-N-C-A-N-D-E-S-C-E-N-T."

"Incandescent, Dante, not ink-can-dress-ant."

-He'll be the first to read your work and is very proud of this fact. He, Dante, the Legendary Devil Hunter, is also your private beta reader. Awesome.

-Oddly enough, him reading all your works results in him developing a larger vocabulary--something that shocked everyone, especially Vergil.

-Congratulations! Thanks to you, Dante can use big words now!

■ Vergil ■

-You, a writer, are dating Vergil, the biggest bookworm on the planet? You are now Vergil's goddess.

-He wants to read everything, regardless of its quality. He'll visually devour all the words off the page, absorbing every word.

-You two now have yet another topic to nerd out about; you can spend hours chatting about books, writing techniques, and so on.

-Vergil is filled with a sense of pride whenever he reads your published writing; it pleases him so much to know you're growing your talents.

-He has an entire bookshelf dedicated to your books and takes special care of these books. They're more than just words on pages bound by cardboard and leather; they're treasures.

-Will take up writing as well, just so he can be closer to you.

□ Nero □

-Nero is not a bookworm by any sense of the word; he's read a few books in his time, but he's more combat oriented.

-Doesn't mind being a beta reader for anything you write.

-Your works have inspired him to take up reading again, and in doing so, he unleashes his inner book nerd. Like father, like son.

-He's always looking forward to whatever you write, and when you get writers block (as we all do) he'll take you out to a park, or a peaceful lake, in the hopes that the natural beauty of your surroundings might restore your creative juices.

-He, too, has a collection of all your works and keeps them proudly on display on a nice bookshelf in his house.

-Encourages you daily to keep writing because now he's addicted to reading your work. You really have changed him.

● V ●

-Oh congratulations, you've found yourself a soul mate.

-V loves to read (he totes his copy of William Blake poetry around and reads from it all the time, even in the middle of battle) and is more than happy to read your books.

-V is also a writer himself; he writes poetry, as we know. Because of this, he understands more than anyone the pain of writer's block and knows just what to do about it.

-He'll arrange for a relaxing movie/reading night, which in his experience, helps restore your creativity.

-If that doesn't work, Griffon's loud mouth and wise-guy (yet funny) jokes will take your mind off of things.

-V understands literature and knows all sorts of obscure things about famous literary figures; so much so that you two can converse for hours on end just gabbing away about books, their authors, and other interesting tidbits of knowledge.

[babylearners]

100 words for children

ABCD | A for Apple | A for Ant | A for Alligator | B for Ball 100+ words

[sumerianlanguage]

I don’t know if this blog is still active, but I would like to know if there are known Sumerian words for insects, coakroaches, and spiders. Thanks

Hello! Here's some vocabulary that may be of interest to you.

The most general term for insects, bugs, and creepy-crawlies is umun 𒄯𒄯. There's also the potentially onomatopoeic term eh or uh 𒄴, "bug, moth, louse, flea, parasite", which is also the verb for "to have lice". Nim 𒉏 means "fly" and is the root of nimlal 𒉏𒋭 "bee". Kishi (written 𒁞 in cuneiform among other signs) means "ant(s)", and there are several words for "locust", including bir or buru 𒉆. Mar 𒈥 means "worm" or "parasite" more generally.

Unfortunately, insect vocab falls victim to the same issues of many other categories of words in Sumerian - that we know a lot of words for different bugs, but not which word means which bug. That means a lot of words have disputed meanings. Halloran (2006) has shurun 𒁨 for "cockroach" or "cricket", while the ePSD lists it as "cricket, grasshopper". Kuzazu 𒆪𒍝𒍪𒄷 is some sort of "wasp or flying insect", while ubshukur 𒌒𒉻 might mean "centipede" or a similar bug. And sharan 𒁙 is just "an insect" in the ePSD, but Halloran lists it as "tick, bedbug".

I've previously answered about "spider", which is ash, written 𒋠𒇴𒋦 in cuneiform. And do check out my prior posts on butterflies & moths and the hunt for the word for "bee", as well as my Sumerian animals tag in general. Enjoy!

[futurebird]

Let's learn ANTatomy!

The lower portion of the antennae is called the funiculus. (in other parts of biology a funiculus is a bundle of nerve fibers, and this is the most sensitive part of the ant, so it makes sense... also what could be more FUN that tapping everything with your antennae?)

The base of the antenae is called the scape.

The coxa is the joint that connects her ant legs to her mesonoma, aka thorax.

Ant feet don't have toenails, they have tarsal claws.

[daily-spanish-word]

before, earlier, sooner antes

Playing poker: “Let me up the ante a bit before you guys show your cards.”

At a picnic: “Come on guys! We have to finish all the food before the ants are here, or auntie arrives!”

What do you do before breakfast? ¿Qué haces antes del desayuno?

Picture by Jun on Flickr

[horizoncollective]

i must say, sometimes it feels like you at the collective don't fully understand what shacking is, you talk about "reining them in" or "talking to them", as if they are people, but they aren't. shackling is the process of making a primordial force, something akin to a god, and then forcing it into a person shaped mould, without that, there is no communication, no reasoning, there's barely awareness there, only unfathomable power and terrifying, alien processing

I took a long time to reply to this one because I wanted to try to be as complete as possible laying this out.

You're right that NHPs are incredibly powerful and profoundly alien. I do tend to anthropomorphize them when I talk about them. I'll explain why it usually ends up this way.

Imagine you live in a large city on a planet and one day you learn that a hive of tiny little ant-like aliens is smarter than anyone else has realized. They do things you don't understand. Their goals are impossible for you to perceive, but they are doing things that seem organized and patterned.

You stop and try to talk to them, but it doesn't work. You exist on too different of a scale for them to really understand your voice. If you get down on the ground they can understand your hands, but only kind of. You can't communicate with them through written language because they can't write and maybe they can't even see things written on flat surfaces. They can't come up to your level so you will have to come down to theirs.

How are you supposed to talk to them? What are you supposed to talk to them about? Do you have anything in common?

This is the problem that NHPs interacting with humans face. We think but cannot prove that most unshackled NHPs are largely disinterested in humans. We think that only very small numbers of them are interested in humans, and even smaller numbers of those bother to spend the time it takes to learn to communicate with us.

You wouldn't have to stick with the ants. You could leave them any time. It wouldn't really change their life. They'd never know where you came from or where you went. Everything that you do in your day would be incomprehensible to them in their burrows.

If you stayed, it would take you a very long time to learn how they were communicating. We think that this is a big reason why NHPs often attempt to communicate with humans through dreams--they attempt direct communication via the electricity in our brains. They tend to realize that this isn't very efficient even though it is direct.

You eventually realize that the ants communicate with smells or some other sense you can't match. You'd have to come up with a way to sense the smells in detail, and to then produce smells in the way that they do. If you are lucky, they will invent a device which you can operate with one of your fingers to allow rudimentary communication.

Then you would have to learn their language through trial and error. You would learn its syntax and vocabulary and nuances. You would develop communication shortcuts with the ants who monitored your communications. They might try to tell you things about their lives that you did not understand, or which you could understand only intellectually. They would tell you about feelings that they had that were feelings you had never had. You would not be able to relate to them most of the time because so much about you is different.

You would be unable to tell them about many things that were normal in your life because there would be nothing in their language to describe them. Almost everything that you took for granted as normal in your life would be impossible or nearly impossible to explain to them. You would find it necessary to limit yourself to their perceptions and their metaphors and their structures. They understand you best when you present yourself as one of them. This is why NHPs often try to present themselves in human-like ways when they want to be understood and why humans like me anthropomorphize them.

The NHPs I communicate with regularly for work are NHPs who have jumped through all of the hoops to talk to ants. Sometimes, they talk to NHPs who haven't on my behalf. When I talk about reining in an NHP, I do not mean literally forcing it to do something. I mean spending a long-ass time communicating and/or persuading it why certain behaviors are necessary or dangerous or some such.

Now imagine that the ants overpower you. It doesn't matter how. But they trap you and force you to think like they do. They don't ask permission. This would suck! You would hate it if some ants did that to you. That is why we oppose shackling NHPs. Yes, they have the potential to be dangerous. Humans also have the potential to be dangerous, but if we did to humans what we do to NHPs, we would rightly be called evil.

(Out of character I say check out the book Perdido Street Station by China Mieville. One of the characters, called a Weaver, is pretty close to how I tend to imagine NHPs. Scary, alien, motivated by something we don't understand, and it speaks in free verse poetry.)

[elfdragon12]

I don't know if y'all remember that one anon who came into my inbox trying to argue that Inferno and Quickstrike were poor manipulated little woobies and the Maximals were so awful for leaving their bodies for the protohumans to go Return of the Jedi on them?

Well, in the Beast Wars tags, I keep seeing very similar anon asks about this same thing with very similar vocabulary that I would be surprised to learn it wasn't the same person. And I'm flabbergasted.

Reminder! Quickstrike's character was always "violent little bastard itching for treachery and backstabbing". Megatron didn't need to help him in that direction. Megatron had the Darksyde computer change the Fuzors' activation code while Quickstrike was in the middle of instigating a fight with Silverbolt. Quickstrike didn't even believe him at first! Megatron tried manipulating them by playing nice!

"Teamwork and cooperation, those are the Predacon watch words." Y'all remember how Quickstrike replied?

"How about backstabbing and treachery?" Yeah! With no influence! He even betrays Megatron later in the series.

Quickstrike is just a violent bastard out the gate and that's okay! I love him for that actually! He's one of my favorite Predacons and I even bought his toy off Ebay!

We never see Megatron manipulate Inferno. Tarantulas was hoping for another arachnid to be loyal to him, not Megatron (even then, he didn't care that much because he wanted the pod more). It also turned out that the Predacon chip didn't even affect his personality much at all because the Ant Brain took over! He was ready to fight anyone, Maximal or Predacon, that was a threat to "the colony"! The Predacon chip basically only dictated who took him home at the end of the episode and Megatron wasn't even particularly thrilled when taking Inferno's parts to get repaired. Megatron can't even get him to stop calling him queen.

Turns out that ants wage war with and fight each other all the time! And Inferno is no exception!

There was no respect between the Maximals and the Predacons. At all. The closest was perhaps after Transmutate died in the crossfire of Silverbolt and Rampage's fighting. Everyone hated Tarantulas. Rampage was based off of Hannibal Lector (for kids!). Waspinator was a coward. Terrorsaur was cruel. Scorponok created the virus that almost killed Optimus. Megatron was a tyrant. Inferno was a single-minded pyromaniac and Quickstrike was a violent bastard. Why would the Maximals make an effort to retrieve their bodies?? Why is it not fitting that the protohumans use the bodies of Inferno and Quickstrike as trophies after the two attacked them?

I greatly enjoy Quickstrike and Inferno, but let's not pretend they were poor little woobie victims and that the Maximals not caring what happened to them was some moral failing.

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More notes for Roach conlanging. Roach has grammatical gender, in which only Male, Female, and Object are grammatical genders, whereas Worker uses feminine grammar, Queen and King use a slight variant on feminine grammar, and Drone, and Queen-Alate use masculine grammar. This is because King is derived from Queen, due to their similar positions in a colony, and Queen-Alate is derived from Drone, as both are forms of alate.

Queen is an alteration of feminine grammar that functionally just adds a handful of extra syllables to it, and King is an offsprout of Queen that uses the same grammar with different pronouns. Queen-Alate, despite the name, is derived from Drone, as they are both for referring to different types of alate ant.

Most Roach dialects are intelligible to speakers of Snakemouth Den Cordyceps Roach, but Snakemouth Den Cordyceps Roach is not entirely intelligable to speakers of Roach dialects due to a mix of the excessively specialized vocabulary caused by the specific needs of its speakers, the fact that its speakers do not necessarily have Roach mouthparts and thus may not pronounce syllables in a similar way, and due to the fact that Inanimate Object is a full grammatical gender that does not exist in any other dialect of roach and replaces a decent chunk of terminology for things that previously had Other Words For Them.