#green huntsman spider

[onenicebugperday]

@dismalsheen submitted: My friends always regard my house as their personal Australia 🤣 However, this time neither of these fellas was found in my home. I offer you a cute scorpion (is it still juvenile?) and the greenest spider ever! This beautiful lady is a micrommata virescens, and she made my day 💚 I've read those white circles around her eyes are tiny hairs, but it looks like she has googly eyes 😆

WOW she is sooooo beautiful what a great color! One of my favorite huntsman spiders for sure. It really does look like she has tiny googly eyes but we won't tease her for it. I know very little about scorpions so I can't tell you whether that one's a juvenile or not! Especially not without a location so I can ID the species first.

[thatonemarveldude]

Commission for LtTanuki on twitter!!!

God I could ramble about these two for ages. Love this au of my spider and theirs so much

[sister-lucifer]

Hiya!! Not sure if you're doing requests, but I was wondering if you have anything for Green Bellied Huntsman (Typostola Barbata) inspired dividers?

🕷️💚Green Bellied Huntsman Inspired Dividers💚🕷️

please like, reblog, & credit if you use!

[DIVIDER REQUESTS ARE OPEN!]

[despairforme]

Each piece of candy comes individually wrapped? You mean eat the wrapping.

[cappucosmico]

you learn something new and beautiful everyday

[pygmi-cygni]

Mi Luz - Miguel x reader fluff fic

Content warnings - diabetes-inducing fluff, no smut, kissing, emotional constipation

Summary: Miguel has been struggling with stress, and a soft little somebody can't seem to leave his head. Pining, crush, cute cute cute big man

slow burn for two seconds cause I have no self control

Reader is afab, no y/n, described with having large eyes but that's it

love you sweet thing, enjoy ☆

It was hard to be the king of everything.

That's somewhat what he thought of himself, sitting at the top of his tall but lonely throne, scrutinizing his subjects. Miguel didn't choose this life, it chose him. The bitterness that came with the weight of the world sat thick in his mouth, twisting his lips into a snarl and his brow into a scowl. No surprise that the Spiders around him didn't meet his eye unless to cower in fear.

It didn't bother him. He liked being alone, enjoyed the quiet of his lair - except when his pesky assistant ruined his brooding with her obnoxiously loud voice-

"aw Migs, I thought we were besties..." her pixelated pout hung in front of his eyes.

never shoulda taken you out of the drafts, he muttered, but there was no venom behind the words.

Miguel wasn't a recluse, he was just...busy. Too busy to chat, to 'hang out,' as his younger employees begged. He had shit to do, people to save. Friendship didn't fit in his schedule.

So he stalked through the halls as little as possible, shouldering past cliques and couples holding hands. He didn't need that shit.

Okay, so maybe it bothered him a little bit. Not a lot. Just a smidge. An itsy bitsy amount, if you'll pardon the pun. Hardly worthwhile. Nothing to write home about. Just something that churned in the back of his mind every waking moment of his day came up once in a while.

The irony didn't escape him, how aura sensitivity seemed to be bestowed on the least sensitive man out there. The radiating emotion and color bouncing off of everyone that passed gave him a headache. Miguel had no spidey sense to speak of, no superhuman reflexes, but the minute someone's mood changed, his ears were pricking. Not that he cared.

He didn't care that his chest ached when the sour green of fear laced the aura of his visitors. It was like a switch; he'd walk into the room, and the once shining gold and pastel hues would darken to a nervous blue, thrumming with panic. Some could pass it off, putting on a brave smile for him, but he could see. Miguel could see every shift in hue that betrayed just how little HQ liked him.

But it didn't bother him. He was king of the world.

Miguel's fangs dug into his lower gums as he ground his teeth through the debrief. It had been a shitshow; a group of rookies too unfamiliar with the terrain to do anything other than Fuck It Up. Four of them, Spider-girl 2045, Huntsman, and the twins, Recluse and Widow. All young and stupid.

Currently, all four were talking over each other, auras flashing like disco balls as they bickered over who had the right story.

"I friggin told you, Wid, that's not the right street, it was definitely 45th-"

"Oh, suck my webshooter, that wasn't even the right universe-"

"Would somebody please figure it the fuck out before I send you all back to the void!"

A meek silence followed his outburst.

Miguel was heaving, red eyes glaring down at the comedy of errors beneath him. The kids stared at him with wide, fearful eyes. Shame and embarrassment swirled around them in a sludgy grey haze.

Shit. He did it again, he was trying to be better but they were so fucking annoying and it was loud and his head hurt-

"Go home," he seethed quietly, "figure it out, and come back when your heads are out of your asses."

Not waiting for another scathing word, the Spiders scattered.

With a bone rattling sigh, Miguel collapsed onto his desk frustratedly. Why was he like this? His temper was so strong, no matter how hard he tried to reign it in. Peter had a toddler for chrissakes and hardly ever raised his voice.

LYLA hovered over his shoulder, a knowing look on her face. He nudged his face further into the desk, shutting out her abrasive glow.

"Go 'way," he muttered, teeth scraping the plasticene surface. As always, she ignored him.

"You need help, Miguel. I mean it, hey don't-" her voice went stern as he reached to disable her.

"I don't wanna hear this again," he growled, fumbling for the controls.

"Well, I'm sure these kids don't wanna be screamed at again either, and your feelings are not more important than theirs."

His carmine eyes simmered with rage as he halted. She was right, of course she was right but god why did it hurt-

Shame licked his ribs and he ducked his chin.

LYLA took the opportunity.

"With the new universes we just discovered, there'll be a whole batch of new recruits. Is this really how you wanna run this? Christ, Migs, it's almost better to be independent than deal with you."

At his huff, she crossed her arms. Prancing to the front of his chair, she tapped his nose.

"You can fix it, if you really want to. But who cares if they're saving the world when the world they live in has people like you?"

She blinked out of existence, as a shameful blush reddened his cheeks.

Fuck.

☆ ☆ ☆

Twenty new spiders would be arriving today at noon on the dot. Miguel could already feel the migraine coming on as he discussed logistics with Jess and Peter. Training, tours, watches, all the work was piling in his mind.

"Miguel?"

Jess' sharp tone brought him out of his reverie. She looked expectant, a stack of files outstretched. "Did you hear what I just said?"

His blank stare triggered an eye roll. "These Spiders need Multiverse tracking, so you'll take them to the Center at 2:30, yeah?"

Miguel acquiesced gruffly and snatched the files, Meeting adjourned, he waited for his office to be clear again.

Peter hung back, aura churning with conflict.

Oh boy, here we go.

"Hey big guy....up for a chat?" Peter's eyes were bright but wary, and Miguel shot him a weary look.

"I don't have time to chat, Parker, we've been over this," he bit out.

"It's important."

"I don't care, write me an email-"

"Huntsman is AWOL."

Miguel blinked, fiery words fizzling on his tongue. Impossible. He'd just seen him an hour ago, how could that be? Sighing impatiently, he began searching for the small boy on his wall of screens.

"Miguel."

"What."

"You scared him pretty bad, dude. I know you don't like to here this, and I'll try to keep the hippy-dippy to a minimum, but dude," Peter breathed, eyes worried. Miguel struggled to make eye contact, hating the rare sincerity of his tone.

"I mean..." Peter faltered, gesturing to the door. "Voidspace is no joke. Especially some of those kids, where they've come from...you gotta fix your stuff. That's not cool. Jess and I have been-"

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

"Don't look at me like that," Peter scolded. "You know I'm right."

Miguel seethed out his nose, hands clenching and unclenching around his tablet. god, if only other people saw feelings the way he did, maybe they'd leave him alone.

"I," he spat, "am aware that my temper is...volatile. But-"

"No buts," Jess said from behind him. He whirled. The tension was strangling the air from the room. He needed a break. There was so much to do...

"How you talked to the recruits today was unacceptable. Don't act like you're above consequence," She said in response to his growl. "That behavior is appalling. We can find someone else to do this, you know."

His anger dissipated. She wouldn't.

"You wouldn't."

"If it meant helping the success of the next generation, I would."

Miguel, for once in a long time, felt the sting of tears in his throat. Sensing the shift, Peter gave him an awkward shoulder pat and retreated.

"We care about you, man," he said gently, "but you gotta work this out."

With that, the door slammed shut, and Miguel was alone.

Again.

☆ ☆ ☆

He thumbed the corner of his sweatshirt, damp from his workout. Peter's conversation rattled around his brain. He didn't think he'd been that harsh. He never meant-

He never meant to hurt anyone.

But it was inevitable, wasn't it? No matter how hard he tried, someone always got hurt. His tongue was too sharp, his claws too fast.

Her form, small, clutched in his arms, deteriorating into pixels as she sobbed-

No.

He wasn't doing this again. Miguel stared at himself until he was sure the mirror would crack. They deserved better. He deserved better. It was cowardly, the way he hid from emotion.

Was that what it was?

Was he afraid? Afraid to reach out for it to snap back in his face? It seemed so childish, like there should be something more than the fear of other people keeping him at bay. Gabi was gone. There was no changing that. He knew that in his head, but his heart?

The roiling stew of his emotions made his chest tight. He couldn't do this, not right now.

Maybe tomorrow.

It was late. Or early, depending on how you looked at it. Miguel was steadily working, a slight burn in his red-rimmed eyes the only indication that he was tired. Adrenaline buzzed through his veins, keeping his back rigid and muscles taut.

Another anomaly, another fight, another file. click-click-click went his keyboard, rhythmic in the the empty office.

Almost empty, that is.

Out of the corner of his eye, a soft shine radiated from the doorway. Biting back a sigh, he leveled his tired glare with the figure, mentally preparing himself for one of Peter's scoldings. But as the figure drew closer, he realized he didn't recognize the shimmery white aura or the person attached to it.

"Miguel O'Hara?"

A soft, lilting voice carried from the base of his tower. Miguel blinked, not recognizing the voice either.

"Yes?" He responded gruffly, wracking his brain for who the fuck could be visiting him at this time of night -

"Um...Can...Can you roll down? O-or something? I'm sorry, I just can't really see..." the sweet voice faltered and he rolled his eyes.

Maybe, if they'd waited till a reasonable hour to visit him, his chair would be in a more reasonable position. But nooo.....

Regardless, he began the slow descent from his perch. As he grew closer to the ground, the pearlescent light grew more in focus. Miguel came to the conclusion that he definitely did not know you.

Your expression was patient and soft, standing with your hands folded and dressed in a comfortable sweater. You must be new; most seasoned Spiders wore suits out of convenience. A file was grasped loosely in front of you.

"I'm supposed to be working in the office next door, and it seems I wasn't given a keycard?" Your owlish gaze turned hopeful, and he was taken aback by your gentle gaze.

Miguel had never seen someone with such large eyes. Round and long-lashed, they exuded warmth and an innocence that reminded him of her

No.

Stop it.

"Uh, yeah, hang on a second," He fumbled for his watch and pushed past you, not waiting for you to follow.

His mind was reeling, trying to recall if he was supposed to know who you were. Jess had mentioned an assistant, but he figured it would be someone less....soft. More experienced, that is. Besides, he didn't trust you. No way was he just shoving the fate of the universe in your hands, even though your eyes were nice and you didn't cower when he spoke-

Stop. It.

He exhaled loudly, trying to expel the thoughts with it. You stood next to him, ever patient. Your halo, he found, was still that shimmering white. It was a soft light, not glaring and oppressive like the colors of his teammates. It soothed his headache rather than aggravated it.

Realizing he was staring dumbly at the locked door, he sighed again and slid the keycard across the pad.

Error.

Miguel blinked. He had the master card, it applied to every door, what the hell? Trying again, he felt impatience coiling in his chest. What....

Peter. Peter had borrowed his card to let Mayday out of a lab she'd snuck into. He promised he'd return it by today, but knowing him....

"I can't fucking believe this," Miguel muttered venomously, "he takes the most valuable piece of tech I have and fucking forgets to return it, that irresponsible piece of...shouldn't even be a father, gotta be kidding-"

"Miguel?"

He froze, having forgotten you were there. Humiliation tinged his cheeks. He'd done it again, fuck, he wasn't even trying-

"If it's too much trouble, I can just get my card tomorrow." Your voice was patient and placating.

He shuffled his feet, unsure of how to handle your response.

You were still glowing with a soft white light, tinged only by a slight pink hue. Sympathy. No fear, no ugly red anger or terror at his temper. your eyes. you looked him in the eye. you smiled at him. you wanted to help-

His throat, too choked up with confusion and pity and ugh that he merely grunted and ducked back into his office, leaving your soft gaze behind.

☆ ☆ ☆

God, it drove him crazy. Your patience. Your light. He could feel you from yards away, your glow that was always warm, always kind. Your card arrived safely, and there wasn't another mishap between you two.

Every day, you'd pitter-patter into his office on soft feet and explain the schedule to him, then go through the mission briefs with a gentle tone that didn't falter, even if he grouched about the conferences overriding his lunch break.

He didn't think he'd need an assistant. He could do it himself, had been forever. But you...helped. Your organization was impeccable, finding reason and structure where his brain only saw chaos. Miguel was terrible with time management, but you'd give him a gentle reminder that it was time for a break, or that the work was done and his brooding could be saved for tomorrow.

Go home, Miguel, you whispered kindly, tucking a bag of dessert into his large palms. I'll see you tomorrow.

Well, he'd see you sooner. He liked to think about you. It didn't feel like daydreaming, because you worked together and therefore thinking about you was thinking about work, technically. It puzzled him, how your patience never wavered. You'd heard the stories, comforted victims of his wrath. But your light only burned brighter with him, never dampened in contempt.

He noticed it first at a work party. Miguel hated these functions, found them boring and tedious. Chatting about mundane things while nursing cheap wine and a migraine? He'd pass.

Then, you arrived. Dressed in a soft purple sweater and a long skirt god he loved your sweaters, how warm and docile your eyes hidden shyly beneath your hair. He itched to walk over, but nerves rooted him to the spot. You were tucked against a wall, clearly uncomfortable, and as your gaze scanned the busy room...

you landed on him. And,

you glowed. radiantly, your nervous blue haze shimmered with a soft golden happiness, and you waved with a smile. Miguel swallowed thickly.

You were happy to see him. He, who never gave you more than two word sentences, who snapped and bickered and bit like a hissing cat, made your halo glow so bright it warmed his cheeks.

Nobody had ever felt that way about him. And it was so fucking stupid, the giddiness that made him dizzy. Decency was all it was. You were just being nice. And here he was, a blushing melting mess because you were happy to see him.

He looked forward to you even more after that. Slowly, he tried his best to bite his tongue, to keep the irritation from spewing. Instead, he tried fanning the flames with small talk, stumbling through conversation like a lovesick teenager.

He could tell you were surprised, but you welcomed the change. You would sit at the edge of his desk and talk about random occurrences, silly mundane things that still made his cheeks ache from smiling. How the slowly brightening halo of light around you made him adore you more, even if you had to sheepishly apologize when it got too bright.

don't be sorry, mi luz, he wanted to whisper, I love to see you shine.

Then, inevitably, you would pad back to your office and your light would be gone. Miguel would pout at the loss, missing the gentle glow that made his chest ache.

So he decided to do something about it.

You were revising a plan against the latest anomaly in sector AB-7. His tablet was clutched to you as you curled against his chair. The warmth emanating from your aura made him melt with adoration, eyes growing heavy-

"Migs?"

He hummed, still gazing. You'd picked up the nickname from his AI, and he wanted to curl up in your lap every time you said it.

"You look tired, I'll let you rest." You placed the tablet back on his desk and patted his shoulder god do it again please before turning-

"No."

He murmured it, not quite pleading. You stopped, tilting your head in confusion. "You...can stay. There's room down there, if you still wanna work," he added gruffly.

You didn't say anything, and he felt the words rush out. "It just- it just seems strange that you'd be working in a different office when you spend so much time here anyway, but don't worry about it, it's fine-"

"Migs," you said, so gentle it made his toes curl. "I'd love that."

And hence began the worst mistake of his productive career. Because now you'd made a home in the corner of his space, and your softness was always there, so inviting for him to marvel at. He'd lost hours of working just staring.

He learned everything he could about you. How you weren't cleared to fight, which is why you could afford do dress so comfortable. Fine by him, he'd blow a fuse if something happened to you. As long as he could keep you tucked in his little haven, safe for him to admire, he didn't give a fuck.

Jess would raise her eyebrows at your constant presence, but his heart rate was lower and he smiled. She'd never been more shocked.

He was doing better.

Miguel soon found himself focusing all of his spare attention on you. Buying you sweaters, letting you watch your favorites movies on his widescreen, doing anything to make your light glow a little brighter.

This was....different. he hadn't had this, not for a long while. It made him nervous, a little undercurrent of shyness beneath his desire to make you smile. You were never as forward with him, kind as ever but at a distance. He would take what he could get, though. As long as your light kept shining, he'd bask in its warmth.

☆ ☆ ☆

God, what a meeting. He'd zoned out halfway through, so astronomically exhausted that he could barely keep his eyes open. His thoughts were consumed with the idea of taking a nap on the old sofa you'd shoved into his office. you'd be right next to him, reading and playing with his hair, oh god if only the clock would move faster- Miguel almost lept out of his chair when the meeting concluded.

His feet quickened back towards his office, feeling your light trickle under the door.

Oh. uh oh. uh oh uh oh.

He stood frozen, staring at his desk. You had made yourself comfortable in his chair, napping with your chin tucked and hair mussed and he felt his chest grow tight god what is happening to him good christ-

Miguel swallowed roughly and peered down at your closed eyes. Your aura was a soft pink, content and sweet. He wanted to hold you so badly. God, that's what he'd been needing. To tuck you up in one of your devilishly soft sweaters and keep his little light all to himself.

It wasn't lust, his desire for touch. Lust felt too carnal, too vile for you. He would never defile you like that, wanting only to watch you shimmer and preen with happiness. Little light, mi luz, so soft...

His eyes were shining with adoration as he looked at you. He didn't know how long it had been, and he didn't care. But after a moment, he realized sleeping on his straight-backed chair would hurt your back. He needed to move you. Hold you on his lap, he was softer and warmer and god help him-

Taking a breath, Miguel slid his forearms under your curled form and lifted slowly, careful not to jostle you. Whatever love demon was inside keened with joy, and he wanted to weep. As he gently maneuvered you towards your comfortable armchair, he caught a shift in your body. Freezing again, he waited for you to finish squirming, finally settling with your head tucked in his neck.

And oh, mi luz

You were glowing warmer now, the faint blush shimmering gold against your hair. Miguel's lips quivered and he began to rock gently. His hands shook with care. He could feel the tranquility rolling off of you in heavy waves, making his eyes heavy and his heart full. You felt safe with him. Soft snuffling breaths against his collar and hands clutched loosely at his nape sent shivers down his back.

He was going to die. His chest burned with the need to shout, to scream with excitement. Finally finally, little soft light, all his to hold-

Miguel might have been squeezing too tight in his joy, because your brow pinched and you mewled in discomfort. He immediately hushed you, coaxing you back into golden sleep. Crooking his elbow so you laid comfortably over his shoulder.

"Sleep, mi luz, I have you. I have you," he cooed, nudging his nose into your jaw. You sighed contentedly and murmured a good night as he gently laid with you in the armchair. He buried his face in your hair, shivering with the warmth that enveloped him.

☆ ☆ ☆

Wherever this was, he never wanted to leave. Miguel felt syrupy and languid, wrapped in a cocoon of something that felt divinely warm and safe and

"Migs?"

A rustle, and the lovely bundle in his arms blinked blearily at him. His lovestruck eyes shone down at his little love, and he smiled gently.

"Hi, dovey," he murmured, rubbing your back, "sleep well?"

You nodded and scooted up, seated fully against his chest. Your aura pulsed sluggishly, dripping like honey. Miguel was too busy sweetly nosing your cheek to notice the hues dancing around your head. still half-asleep, you purred happily, dozing gently against his warm neck. Miguel kept up, suckling gently behind your ear and across your lips and everywhere he could reach without waking you. He could do this for hours.

The warmth was beginning to singe his hair though, and he hissed gently.

"Mi luz," he whispered, trying as gently as possible to rouse you. You whined at the wake-up, doe eyes drowsy and unfocused.

"Your halo, mi sol," he whispered, pecking your cheek, "getting a little warm is all."

you blushed, quickly dampening the shining haze of love you had blanketed over the both of you. Miguel grunted and laid his head back again. You followed suit, curling against him as close as possible.

'love you,' your lips murmured into his skin.

'mi luz,' he said reverently, and his soft mouth soothed you back to sleep.

that's all folks! might do some lil drabbles off of this but idk yet. hope you enjoyed, requests are open, ilysm xox

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[sora-art-513]

Ah! It’s a SpiderSona or Oc?? It’s a Mixture of Both lol 👀✨ : Hey guys! So Today Let me introduce you to My SpiderSona/Oc🤔 Shannon Minerva also known as The Spider-Lynx!💚 I’m still Fan of Spider-man Way before the Spider-Man movies came out and Once Again I’m falling into the Spiderfandom lol😆 Since Across the Spiderverse movie 2 is coming up, which I am so Excited to see! So I thought of Drawing her in a Good comic book cover issue for the first time but I’m just really Glad I got to draw her in Full Color, it was fun designing her(inspirations for the Designs, Spider-Gwen and Female Doc Ock and Miguel O’Hara, Green Huntsman Spider💚 and Green jumping Lynx spider🕸️ Here’s the rest of the info about her👆🏼), and I also wanted to show you guys about My Concept of her, Hope you guys like my Design☺️🙌🏼✨

[ljsbugblog]

had the incredible privilege of witnessing this Bronze Huntsman molting on our front gate. this was my first time seeing a spider molt in action, and also my first time encountering this species of huntsman-- extra special indeed!

the process of ecdysis is a very vulnerable one for the creature, as their new exoskeleton requires time to dry and harden, leaving them at risk of injury and predation. in the photo above you can see the single thread of silk tethering her to the gate while she dangles.

between her unhardened joints, her blue-green hemolymph is seen.

after dangling for a bit, she began to flex her legs as her fresh new exoskeleton became more firm.

we found her back on the gate the next night, looking beautiful and healthy!

Bronze Huntsman, female (Isopedella flavida).

[lmk-oc-competition]

LMK OC COMPETITION - ROUND 1

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Jī Tuǐgū belongs to @tsa-smth

Sying Zaohui belongs to @jujuviolicious

Learn more about them below the cut!

Jī Tuǐgū:

~100 yo (~25 human years), any pronouns, environmental engineer. They lament the fact they need to restore Megapolis’ green areas over and over again because of all those attacks. She is a chill-looking extrovert, likes outdoor activities, likes going into abandoned-looking places and talking about Megapolis’ modern lore. He tends to be too noisy and a know-it-all for their own good, but if they need to get out of trouble, they can dissolve into the ground and reappear somewhere else

Sying Zaohui:

Sying is an engineer scientist who excels in her work and tends to be more than happy to assist others and her coworkers. She had been stolen away to help build the Spider Queens mech under the city and have been missing for a few months. During her imprisonment down in the city’s underground Sying had befriend another human who was also in the same situation as her own. Under Spider Queens relentless threats and pestering she had grown to dislike her and talk to the demoness bluntly. That and the fact she had been kidnapped by one of their clan members Huntsman, and at first had feared him a bit because of it. On the day of New Years, she witnessed her friend become the test subject of the Spider Queens venom to transform the city to her empire. After the events of the Hero’s saving the day and curing the townspeople, Sying couldn’t leave her friend behind, having made a promise to him that she is determined to fulfill to the end. Even if he hadn’t remembered her well and renamed himself as “Syntax”. So when the Mayor and Lady Bone Demon had taken him and the others away as spirits, she would join the journey the hero’s will embark for the Three Rings of the Samadhi Fire in hope to free him and maybe find some confidence and recognize her self worth during her adventure.

[onenicebugperday]

I absolutely love huntsmen spiders, are there any that are particularly colorful that you know of?

Me too! Mostly they're cryptically colored grey, tan, brown, black, or green.

The green huntsman comes to mind first since it's uhhhhhh bright neon green

Nice :) Photo by mazzeip

Also this yellow guy which I can't post because the photos are not creative comments.

Plus these two:

Olios menghaiensis by supreme_chancellor-jade and Megaloremmius leo (lion spider) by lemurtaquin

[heckcareoxytwit]

In this AU, the Spider-Man characters are the Fairy Tale characters. Princess Petra as Spintress is the gender-flipped version of Peter Parker while Merry James Watson the bard is the gender-flipped version of Mary Jane Watson. Also, in the Fairy Tale AU, the male musician is the dude in distress instead of the usual tiresome princess damsel in distress cliche. Kraven the Huntsman is the Fairy Tale AU version of Kraven the Hunter. Bishop Octopus is the AU version of Doctor Octopus except that he's not a villain yet. Vulture is a literal vulture but big and green. Norma the Fairy Gob-Mother is an unpredictable gender-flipped version of Norman Osborn.

Here, Merry James Watson is kidnapped by Kraven the Huntsman so that he could lure Spinstress into his hideout. Spintress races to the hideout to fight Kraven and save her boyfriend. While fighting Kraven, Norma the Fairy Gob-Mother appears in the battle to help Petra but rather for sinister purpose. After beating Kraven, Petra reunites with James only for Norma to appear and disrupt the couple. Both Petra and James smash the special orb before Norma could get her hands on it.

Edge of Spider-Verse v3 #2, 2023

[kiramarien]

They did not. They. Did. Not.

I don’t know if these words were actually said in the show, but if they were I swear I’m gonna blow a circuit. (Just looked it up. They were.)

Either way this is driving me bonkers.

The reason it’s driving me crazy is that both Starscream from Transformers Prime and Heatwave from Rescue Bots were voiced by Steve Blum. Both are characters I LOVE (right now, and as a little girl) and both were played by the man, the myth, the legend himself.

Steve Blum is a real person, not a fictional character that I can gush about with no consequences, so I’ll keep this to a minimum.

but I’ve reached a point where the only thing you need to do to get me to adore a character (Evidenced with Huntsman and Mayor from Lego Monkie Kid) is to show me that they have been voiced by this man. It’s a bit of a problem. And if you watch YouTube, you’ve probably seen his ad. Imagine me perusing YouTube. Clicks on a video and moves mouse to skip the ad. Drinks water.

“Hi. I’m Steve Blum.” *Spews water all over my shirt. Lunges for the mouse to move it before it’s too late and spends the next several minutes it takes for the ad to play trying not to spontaneously combust from pure joy. …

Um… let’s just say this Transformers screenshot brought me some joy and leave it at that.

(Here is a list of characters he’s played:

Heatwave 💕

Starscream

Demon Bull King (Lego Monkie Kid)

Huntsman (Lego Monkie Kid)

Mayor [or “Not-Mayor”] (Lego Monkie Kid)

Amon (Legend of Korra)

Wolverine (pretty much every piece of animated media that includes the character)

Green Goblin (Spectacular Spider man.)

Zeb Orrelios (Star Wars Rebels)

Admiral Gable Karius (Vader Immortal)

… and on and on. The man knows how to do his job.

That picture has made my day.

And made me question all of my life choices up to this point.

[thepariahcontinuum]

I put this in a reblog before but honestly it should be it’s own post.

Fuck it I don't have an "Official" or "Personal" Spider-Sona just because I'm not an artist but I've got a few ideas to throw out....I’ll do 8 because it seems like a fitting number for a team of Spider-People

Green Huntsman: The Harry Osborne of their universe, is actually the second Spider-Man after receiving blood transfusion from his friend Peter Parker before he died. norman is still Green Goblin here and I like the idea of neither of them knowing who the other one is at first, even though Green Huntsman's costume has some Sam Raimi Green Goblin design elements and some Oscorp tech in it.....Goblin just thinks that this Spider is just a pissed off former employee.

Cordyceps: You already know where we're going with this, at least to some extent. This is Gwen Stacy from a universe where her symbiote didn't bond to her properly and is instead eating her alive and neither one of them is truly in charge of the body, leading to an erratic and dangerous personality but someone who can be extremely useful in specific circumstances....And is also a tragic walking figurative timebomb who knows she's doomed.

Dragline: If the last one was a figurative timebomb this guy is literal....Take the idea of the "Marvel Ruins" Peter Parker and dial it back slightly... this Peter is basically using specially adapted webbing to hold his organs in and a mix of jerry-rigged tech from various Marvel companies to give himself cybernetic limbs to replace his failing limbs and seal himself inside a suit that will stop him infecting/irradiating everyone around him.

Trapdoor-Spider: Definitely from a dystopian universe, I'm thinking something DieselPunk....Militant freedom fighter vibes, would absolutely get on with Hobie. Doesn't swing around cities much and instead relies on ambush tactics and razorwire webs/tripwires/garrotes.... Because a Spider-Person that doesn't like heights amuses me.

Pendulum: A living shitpost and a raver who absolutely only exists because of the song "Tarantula" by Pendulum..... Definitely has a power related to psychedelics.

Scuttle, the Recluse-Spider: Is absolutely not here for anyone's bullshit. With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility but they would much rather be at home.....Definitely stealthy as hell, has Miles’s invisibility thing.

Sleipnir: A Viking themed Spider-Girl, whose using the aesthetic to cover the fact that she’s a horse girl....Also definitely has some form of extra limb, either mechanical or something else.

Camel-Spider: Just a big hulking monster of a Spider-person, they were buff as hell before they got powers and it made them even bigger....But funnily enough they never realised that they were a ‘Spider’ before they were inducted into the Spider-Society. Basically they’re a play on the old joke post about Spider-Man’s webs being something he made rather than his powers meaning that he could have thought he was a Cockroach-Man or something. Camel-Spider changed their name to fit, but adamantly refused to start using Web Blasters, they just jump from rooftop to rooftop brute force their way through problems.

[cressida-jayoungr]

Coeli's Picks: Black, part 2 (Halloween Edition)

(Multiple movies listed left to right)

One Dress a Day Challenge

October: Black Redux

Kiss of the Spider Woman (1985) / Sônia Braga as Leni Lamaison/Marta/Spider Woman

Crimson Peak (2015) / Jessica Chastain as Lady Lucille Sharpe

"I expect others have already jumped on this one, but it's too good not to mention."

Diamonds Are Forever (1971) / Jill St. John as Tiffany Case

Penny Dreadful / Eva Green as Vanessa Ives

"She has several gorgeous black dresses but I'm not sure of episode #s."

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels / Natalie Dormer as Magda (and below)

"I haven't watched Penny Dreadful: City of Angels, but Natalie Dormer as Magda has some great black dresses."

Riverdale (s2e15, "There Will Be Blood") / Madelaine Petsch as Cheryl Blossom

"Cheryl is the character I've referred to as fully aware that she's living in a gothic novel, and embracing it to the hilt. This is her outfit for the reading of her father's will. Such a ludicrous show. I love it so much."

Suspiria (1977) / Joan Bennett as Madame Blanc

"I doubt you'll want to watch Suspiria, the incoherent, bloody, but celebrated Italian horror film, but Joan Bennet as Madame Blanc (head of a dance academy that is also a coven of witches) has a terrific witchy black dress." (Yep, I am a self-admitted total wimp about horror.)

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (2016) / Eva Green as Miss Peregrine

"I'm not actually certain this one is black - might be a very dark blue? Depends on lighting?" (Note: the costume looks black on my screen. Her hair, on the other hand, does seem to have a touch of blue.)

Snow White and the Huntsman (2012) / Charlize Theron as Queen Ravenna

Moulin Rouge (2001) / Nicole Kidman as Satine

"The 'Gothic Tower' dress."

[jellyfish-fingernail]

little stupid headcanons

* jake (adventure time) has a foot kink

* gerbo (bugbo) is a green huntsman spider

* bugbo (bugbo) is a purple meat ant

* lumpy space princess (adventure time) is a trans girl

* salad fingers (salad fingers) is bisexual

* c.j and flick (animal crossing) are boyfriends

* the devil (cuphead) is a trans man with top surgery scars

* wayne hylics is trans male with top surgery scars

* if yellow guy (don't hug me i'm scared) is actually a pig he is a pygmy hog

* hunter (the owl house) has ocd

* simon petrikov (adventure time) likes: bondage, boot licking, worship, bdsm, submission

* sans (undertale) is a huge jack stauber fan

[starsfic]

prompt: MK's team, Sun Wukong, Spider Clan, the Bull family, and the dragon family go to an amusement park (bonus if Tang, Red Son, Mei, MK, Sandy and Huntsman has the most fun)

*the video opens up with a close-up of Long Xiaojiao’s face, wearing a bright grin*

“HEEEY, Dragonets! It’s your gal Mei here and we are in the middle of our third day at Shanghai Disney Resort!” 

*camera whirls to reveal Tang snapping a picture with Mr. and Mrs. Long posing in front of the castle. Next to them, Pigsy and Spider Queen are reading a map, neither looking amused* 

“For those who don’t know, my family and I and our friends are spending one week here! Today, me and my friends are doing a special challenge!”

*into frame leaps Qi Xiaotian* 

“DISNEY BOUNDING!”

*Xiaojiao squeals as she wraps a hand around her bestie.* “That’s right! Me and my boys agreed to do some Disneybounding. You guys voted and here are our outfits!” *she snaps her fingers* “Red, if you will?”

*The camera shifts and backs away, revealing their outfits.*

“For me, it was Mulan…” *Xiaojiao is wearing her classic green jacket. Under it is a cute yellow tank paired with yellow jeans. A big blue belt with a a red bow sits between the shirt and pants. Finishing the look is a red dragon purse and Xiaojiao’s hair pulled back in a bun with a familiar flower hairpiece* “And for my boy Xiaotian…”

“Jim Hawkins!” *Xiaotian wears a cute blue jean jacket that match his dark combat boots. He wears grey-greenish overalls over a yellow shirt and has pulled his hair back into a ponytail. He also wears a purse, this one resembling the map from Treasure Planet. He spins, showing off the look, before grinning* “But the best part is…”

*Xiaojiao takes the camera and the two say it together*

“The King of Hearts!”

*Red poses in a cute nineties red and black dress. On top is a red jacket with black heart buttons. Gold jewelry glints on him, matching his flats. His purse shaped like a red heart. He gives a princess wave with fine black gloves and he smiles like a queen* “Yes, yes, give the only royal one to me.”

*off-camera* “Are you guys done?”

*camera whirls to reveal Wukong perched on DBK’s shoulder. Neither look particularly pleased at the crowd. Iron Fan seems more chill, sipping on a drink*

“Yeah!” *Xiaotian sends a reassuring grin to his mentor* “We’re almost done! We just need to-” *Xiaotian looks around, seeming to realize something* “Where’s Sandy and Huntsman?”

“I…uh…” *Xiaojiao looks around, seeming to realize the same issue* “I don’t know…where’s Bai He-” *something big and blue scoops them up. Xiaojiao screams and the camera goes out of focus. When it does, it reveals Xiaojiao, Xiaotian, and Red are being carried by a frantic Sandy. On his shoulders, a smug Huntsman is adjusting a fancy crown on Bai He’s head* “SANDY?!”

“YEAH WE SHOULD GO BEFORE WE GET THROWN IN DISNEY JAIL-”

“WHY ARE WE GETTING THROWN IN DISNEY JAIL?!”

“JUST RUN!”

*behind them, the camera focuses on a DBK who looks relieved, carrying his wife and former sworn brother, and Mr. and Mrs. Long, dragging the others behind*

*behind them is several security guards*

*the camera jostles and is thrown*

“SHIT MY PHONE-”

*the video goes black*