#spider scare me though

[liljamjarisbrain]

I legit want to be spiderman so badly but I have such a bad fear of spiders

[technically-human]

When the ghost who read to you as you died activates all of your Must Protect instincts

[gray-warden]

I just realized I never posted photos of this really pretty harvestman i came across a while back. Note the green pedipalps and the dark and light spots on its back.

[i3utterflyeffect]

this is part of my vision when i say king arachnophobe btw.

[corellianhounds]

Some headcanons for Mando:

Anything he uses to shower or wash his clothes with is unscented. Those scent-neutralizer dryer sheets keep his clothes from smelling like anything that can be detected while he’s on a hunt. Very few species are exempt from being unable to detect him

He keeps a clean ship and a strict schedule. He’s been self-sufficient and on his own for long enough he knows how to cook and take care of himself. Keeping your tools, gear, weapons, armor, and ship in clean, efficient working order means you’re less likely to have to spend time fixing one of them when it breaks from your lack of routine maintenance, and his body is just another tool in his arsenal; sleep, food, necessary medical care, staying limber and getting vitamin D at some point all go a long way towards ensuring he can last longer in the field. You can’t run something ragged every day and expect for that to be sustainable.

That also means he’s well-equipped to handle long stints without different necessities when needed from time to time; you can push yourself pretty far when you’re already in prime condition.

Wilderness survival skills were some of the first things he learned while being brought up by the Mandalorians. Being aware of your surroundings, setting up and breaking down camp, foraging and hunting for food, building impromptu shelters, purifying water, navigating and tracking, having a variety of general and specific medical knowledge— All of those skills are building blocks for self-sufficiency. You never know when you’re going to be alone or thrust into survival scenarios, so it pays to be prepared.

That also means he’s capable of stomaching a wide variety of what some might consider inedible. Beggars can’t be choosers, and it’s rude to decline someone’s offer of food or hospitality so in any scenario where food is in short supply and/or it’s been offered to him, he’s taking it. As long as it’s something he knows humans can digest, he’s open to whatever cultural or regional dishes his travels have to offer, and he’ll muscle through the less pleasant tastes or textures of food he’s had to make do with when he didn’t have other options.

He does know how to make food taste good, but that more often than not requires more spices and ingredients and hardware than he can afford or spare the room for, so he makes do without. Once the kid comes along he branches out a bit more to make sure he gets some variety.

Along the lines of self-sufficiency and independence, he has a lot of general repair skills: you may not always have somebody who can fix things for you, and he obviously isn’t going to pay somebody else to do something he’s capable of learning, except for when he’s short on time or resources. We see him working on the interior circuitry of his armor in the second episode. He knows how to bypass and pick locks. He has the electrical, mechanical, and structural know-how to fix his ship and would know how to weld and use a torch cutter and a variety of other tools, but it also means he’d know how to sew and mend his clothes. Soft goods are just as necessary as hardware.

Injuries where he genuinely needs professional medical care are few and far in between partially because he’s very good at what he does, and partially out of necessity. Though it is by choice, him tending to his own wounds may not necessarily be because he is neglectful or prideful or has a penchant for pain; medcenters cost money, and submitting to that care means he is vulnerable and at risk of somebody breaking his creed by force, or doing more damage when he can’t fight back. It’s why he likely refuses anesthesia or anything that will put him under and make him unaware of what’s happening while he’s asleep. Either he will find somebody he’s close to to help him, or he will find a way to muscle through self-administered medical care yet again, or he will die from his injuries (which means he will have gone down because of a fight)

Though he has a few physical reference materials and logs he’s written down important details in, a vast majority of his knowledge concerning trade routes, ballistics, geography, maps, various customs and cultures and languages, Guild bylaws— anything he could possibly need to know for a hunt— is committed to memory. He travels light, and the Mandalorians have an oral history more than a written one; belongings and archives can be destroyed, but their people live on and carry the knowledge that’s been passed down through centuries. It just makes more sense to him to commit everything to memory.

That being said, he does a significant amount of research before each hunt anyway, though the bulk of it is centered around the target themselves. Having all of your prep work done means the acquisition itself will go smoother.

He’s mathematically sharp: engine repair, manual piloting, vector calculus, electrical work, ballistics, basic engineering, weapons maintenance, financial management, and navigation by maps or by stars take a lot of mental acuity to understand and apply as quickly as he usually has to use them.

He’s not going to back down from others who purposefully encroach on his personal space, but he dislikes being in close proximity to strangers for extended periods of time. So much of his life is spent evading threats and fighting off challengers it’s hard to trust anybody to be that close. It’s not an aversion so much as it is an irritation that makes him tense. When you’re always looking over your shoulder, it’s just reflex to act defensively.

He doesn’t drink alcohol or caf unless he has sufficient time and he’s secure in the Crest without worry of attack; both impede his marksmanship and reflexes, neither of which are things he can afford while he’s working, so it’s usually only when he’s traveling through space that he’ll indulge

He doesn’t sing, but once the kid comes along he’s found that it’s easier to get him to sleep when he hums as he holds him and walks around the cargo hold.

[classicsonic]

everyone what is a bug you really really like NO.bug hating ok?

[hatterofthelabyrinth]

if Halloween can´t be celebrated there, then what do they celebrated there or is there no celebration? (i hope you understand my english, i speak spanish)

There isn't any sort of celebration as far as I know of? I've passed houses and Lerkrims of people hosting parties and the like, but that's the closest I've seen. But no, I don't think anyone does holidays here. If they do, I haven't seen anyone celebrate it. Hey, maybe that'll be something someone can do. Set up a haunted house year round. Randomly go decorate. Make a halloween costume just for the sake of it. Seems like fun to me.

[twstjam]

alright so I saw Across the Spider-verse a while ago but have only recently been roped into the Miguel O'Hara craze and have this thing where I LOVE to combine my interests so:

Crack Fic Taken Seriously idea: An anomaly pops up in Twst and after a while of Yuu and the others trying to fight it off (Yuu is a spider-person, which is how this version of Twst is included in the Spider-verse) Miguel zips in all menacingly and takes it down and sends it off to HQ. After finding out about Miguel's dimension-hopping gizmo, Yuu is ofc like "!!!! Hey you can send me home!!". Their friends all get a bit upset over this, especially Malleus, which means that, before Miguel is able to take Yuu to HQ to send them home, Malleus's magic fizzes out Miguel's tech and now Miguel is ALSO stuck in twst.

Cue shenanigans while Miguel tries to get his tech fixed at Ignihyde. Idia fanboys a lot over his tech and maybe they both geek out or smth idk. Yuu ofc asks him a ton of questions about the Spider-Verse and all the other spiders. Meanwhile, their friends (the first years) are upset about them leaving but do their best to support them. Malleus is sulking in a corner somewhere though being all "Of course I'm not upset by Yuu leaving why would you think that." while his face is like >:T. Him and Grim comfort each other because ARSON FAMILY LET'S GOOOO.

This is completely unnecessary but I think it's hilarious (and also I want to project without anything being weird): but Lilia, when he sees Miguel, is immediately like "I swear to the Seven I WILL get in this man's pants." and starts relentlessly flirting with him. Miguel is just miserable while Yuu watches, confused but amused, and Silver is kind of tired by his father's antics but does his best to be supportive and talk him up to Miguel. Miguel is desperate to get out of there at this point.

After Miguel gets his gizmo fixed, Kalim throws a big farewell party (rip Jamil) and everybody comes to terms with Yuu leaving. They all say their tearful goodbyes, the first years have a big group hug, and then Yuu and Miguel are gone.

Some time passes, and similar to the ending of Into the Spider-Verse, Yuu shows up again via their own gizmo to hang out with their NRC friends.

[thesuntookgoodcareofme]

Spiders are succubus. Beetles are dwarves or gnomes. Praying mantis are probably angels right. Centipedes are Satan herself

[milimeters-morales]

idk i just think that Miles, who’s probably got loads of PTSD and general distrust regarding Miguel, should just tell Miguel (if he portals into his home for whatever reason) that “my dad has a gun” bc it’s 1) very only child of a cop of him to do and 2) shows how scared he is because Miles would never normally bring firearms into any situation 3) very in character for Miguel to literally have a gun pointed at him the second he enters a place and 4) i want protective-to-a-dangerous-degree jeff just once

[milf-harrington]

really short and silly munson family piece, inspired by something that happened to me literally an hour ago

cw: spiders

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Eddie reared back with a yelp of alarm. "Oh my god- nope. Wayne!"

Abandoning the washing basket, and whatever organs had just fallen out of his ass, Eddie stomped around the side of the trailer, checking fruitlessly over his shoulder like he was being followed.

The porch lights were warm, orange and familiar, and they helped him to breathe easier now that he wasn't alone in the dark, face to face with a demon.

"What're you shriekin' about?" Wayne was settled on the front steps, smoke curling from a lit cigarette.

"There is a big fucking spider and I almost walked directly- ah!" Eddie flinched when something brushed his jaw, slapping aggressively at his neck and face until he realised it was just his hair. He sighed, relieved. "I almost walked right into it."

Wayne eyed him, exhaling smoke through his nose before nodding towards the corner Eddie had just come from. "You need me to kill it?"

He opened his mouth, prepared with an emphatic yes please, but paused. It's not like it had gone out of it's way to attack him, Eddie had just had the misfortune of almost walking directly through it - would have if he hadn't turned the torch on when he had.

"Well, it's kind of just minding it's own business."

"So I don't need t'kill it?"

Eddie glanced over his shoulder, wrinkling his nose at the inky shadows. His skin was still crawling, every unexpected brush belonging to a phantom arachnid. But a quiet sort of guilt pooled in the back of his throat, bittersweet and cold, at the idea of killing it just because he was scared. He shook his head, scratching his arm. "No."

He shuffled on the spot, hoping if he looked pathetic enough his uncle would take pity on him.

"Weren't you doing something?"

"Can't you finish hanging it out? I'm still recovering from seeing my life flash before my eyes."

"They're your sheets, Ed. I just washed 'em."

"But Wayne." He whined, entirely unrepentant about the childish nature of his behavior.

Wayne Munson remained unmoved, however, and Eddie was forced to brave the washing line all over again. God, he missed the time of about 10 minutes ago when he hadn't been aware of the hell spawn watching him mutter about pegs.

[dlrge]

overcoming my crippling arachnophobia is made significantly harder when i have nightmares of navigating mazes patrolled by those giant spiders from twilight princess 🤨

[skapediem]

made myself a spidersona!!!! spidermite's just a silly little guy with silly little eyes

[pastempomat]

what's worse drinking or cutting

[i3utterflyeffect]

\o/ I FINALLY. FOR THE FIRST TIME. MANAGED TO GET THE GUTS TO PICK UP AN INSECT AND PUT IT OUTSIDE!

[crowcryptid]

Me realizing I unintentionally made the game harder because I didn’t know you could sell your weapons and parts for a 100% refund and you aren’t expected to hoard your money to buy a single body part

Yeah I saw the sell option but I assumed it would be like 75% refund. Assumptions are dangerous

Anyway. Game is fun I am having a good time but it’s almost 2 AM so goodnight