#arachnid blob

[jenniferrvsesi]

HELPING HAND | D.R. 3

summary: just moving to a new place can bring a lot of hardships especially when one of those things is a creepy crawly.

rating: universal

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

warnings: a spider.

Y/n had only been living in Monaco for about two weeks now. She hadn’t had the chance to look around much with how stressed she had been with her boxes of stuff arriving later than scheduled.

She had only fully unpacked everything the night before and was now just happy to finally be able to relax in her new apartment.

With a huff she gazed at the cream wall in front of her. Only to freeze. Right in front of her was a spider. A big one at that.

God how she disliked the creatures.

Y/n didn’t take her eyes off of the arachnid as she got up off her sofa and slowly walked backwards towards her kitchen, still staring at the eight legged beast as if having a standoff with it.

She blinked and that’s when the spider decided to scutter down the wall and towards the floor. She screamed loudly and immediately jumped over the back of the couch, standing on it.

The spider is now completely gone.

"No, no, no.” She whispered to herself looking around trying to spot the despicable creature.

All of a sudden a knock rang out throughout the apartment. She looked at the door that was all the way on the opposite side of the room she was in.

With a huff, she looked around the room making a game plan on how she was going to get to the door without touching the floor.

"Okay, you've got this." She hyped herself up quietly before making her way to the door, climbing on different pieces of furniture.

With a sigh, she opened the door while standing on her shoe box that was next to it, she revealed a man with curly brown hair, tattoos on his legs and a worried look on his, admittedly handsome, face.

“Hi, I heard screaming from next door and just wanted to make sure you were okay…” The man said before realising something. *I'm Daniel by the way.”

She noticed the Australian accent as he spoke, making him all the more attractive in her opinion. Now is not the time. She thought as she remembered the arachnid that was currently inhabiting her house.

"Oh! Hi... um I'm Y/n and yeah everything is fine! It's all good."

"Are you sure because that was a loud scream?" He joked with a laugh, as he admired the girl who had heard about (from Brenda, a lovely old lady who lived on the other side of him who somehow always had the gossip) but had never seen.

"There's just a spider in my apartment and I am very much scared of them.” Y/n laughed nervously as she looked behind her as if the spider was going to be right there.

She felt embarrassed that this was how she was going to meet her neighbour who was unfairly attractive.

“Oh I can help catch him if you want. I've dealt with a lot of them in Australia." He offered with a polite smile, already wanting to hopefully get to know more about the woman in front of him.

"That would be great!" She agreed eagerly, usually she would be more hesitant to let a man she just met into her house but she just wanted that stupid little creature out of her vicinity.

She let Daniel in before making her way into her kitchen and grabbed a glass that he could use to trap the spider.

"Here." She said, handing it to him. She received a thanks from the man as he glanced around her apartment living room.

Out of the corner of their eyes they noticed a blob scurrying along the floor causing their eyes to dart to it.

Daniel immediately went for it, enclosing it in the glass. With an aha!' he gazed proudly as he stood up right.

Y/n handed the Australian a placemat so he could slide it under. “Do you want to come take it outside with me?" He asked her to which she nodded hoping to use this time to maybe get to know the man more.

After talking on the way to the first floor, they had succeeded in disposing of the eight legged creature.

"Honestly, thank you so much. Y/n told him gratefully as the two made their way back to the elevator. "I have no clue if I would even be able to sleep knowing it was still in my house."

"It's no problem, you don't need to say thanks."

"Well how else can I show my gratitude?" A crooked smile appeared on the man’s face as an idea popped into his head.

"How about dinner sometime?"

authors note: this is so trash bye 😭 but i had thought of the idea last night when a giant spider was in my room and i had to get someone else to get rid of it… anyway! have a lovely rest of your day!!

#daniel riccardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #jenniferrvsesi’s work

[karniss-bg3]

Where do you think Kar’niss got his sword? It’s a very nice sword. Not just some off the rack gear. And named as well—-

*drags palms over face* This effin’ SWOOOORD! It has haunted my nightmares since Kar’niss’ corpse first dumped it into my Tav’s lap. I’ve dug and dug and dug and I’m left with more questions than answers. Knowing my luck there is some obscure text or throwaway dialogue somewhere I’ve missed that might lend me a better clue. Damn you Baldur’s Gate 3, you’re too bloody big.

So, I began to write out this big blob of text going into the history of drow weaponry, hues of metals, in-game model comparisons, the stats on the damn thing, and so forth. I was out here looking like this guy for two hours.

Truth is, it’s really difficult to pinpoint the source of Kar’niss’ weapon. Not because there aren’t clues, but because Larian reuses longsword models so much that looking at the weapon alone isn’t solid enough. I almost came to the conclusion that it was an original drowcraft sword pre-1370’s DR until I discovered another sword model that was identical and not tied to drow at all. That and if it was truly a drowcraft weapon forged via faerzress methods then Larian would’ve changed the rules on how they worked. Which makes sense. It’s a fun bit of lore, but it would be a pain in the ass for a game mechanic. Who wants their badass weapons destroyed or losing all magical abilities when you leave the Underdark?

“ME ME ME,” said no one.

The only thing I can say for certain is that it is a drow forged weapon because it carries a buff that only activates if a drow elf is wielding it. It also seems to be perfect for a drider since it also has ensnaring strands, an attack that does 1d10 slashing damage and possibly enwebs the target. This works in conjunction with the added 1d4 poison damage to restrained targets. The swords description may hold the best clue of its origin:

“The trauma of becoming a drider is quickly set aside with a cold arachnid dispassion. This sword follows that disturbing trend - a replenishing poison gland is built within, deployed only against trapped opponents.”

This description and the name, Cruel Sting, lead me to believe the weapon...was a gift.

Imagine Kar’niss fresh from his transformation. He’s dazed, in pain, lost and alone. He’s been exiled from the only home he’s ever known and has lost favor with the Goddess he’s worshiped from birth. His future is uncertain and how long he has left to live is even less so. His mind is shattered, the incoherent thoughts his only remaining company. He hears frantic footsteps approaching from behind him and his already broken heart shrivels more. His kin have come to finish the job, to put him down, so enraged by the offense he caused Lolth. Weak and struggling to keep himself upright he turns to make a last stand, to show strength in his final moments, to die with some level of honor.

His resolve melts into confusion when he sees who is sprinting toward him. The individual would be unknown to us, but well known to him. A childhood friend? A lover? A confidant? Or perhaps someone he fought alongside faithfully for many years. Regardless of whom has arrived a strong bond is present between them. They approach and peer at what Kar’niss has become. Their face twists, a brief flash of sorrow betraying their features. Yet they cannot let it remain, nor are they able to stay with him for too long. Instead, they unsheathe a sword they brought with them, hurriedly holding it up to Kar’niss. Naturally he flinches at first, expecting the blade to pierce his flesh. The strike never comes, rather the new comer pushes it toward him with urgency, expecting him to take it.

Hesitantly Kar’niss complies, taking the hilt in hand and admiring the beautiful drow craftsmanship. He frowns, his eyes lingering on the one who brought it to him, too stunned to speak.

“It will protect you, Kar’niss,” they said in a hushed tone. “...Goodbye, and good luck.”

Kar’niss could do no more than stand there as their former companion darted off quick as a shot, not willing to run further risk of being seen with the newly transformed abomination. He clutched the sword close to him, the last connection he had to the life he lived before. It would forever act as a reminder of everything he has lost, the cruelest sting of them all.

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #my writing #drow #lore #cruel sting #kar'niss lore #I am not sure how accurate that theory would be #but I think it suits the theme of Kar'niss' life #pure unfiltered tragedy #thanks for the ask!

[artastic-friend]

Hell yeah!! I've been told that spiders make little blobs and fill them with eggs as a nest kind of thing. Are there any that make like... Burrows or something? Or egg blobs that don't look like just blobs? Or some that make really funky webs? I'm arachnophobic so I don't have the balls to look it up myself :( Love looking at spider webs though. Some of the places they get built are absurd it's really interesting! And pretty when it rains!

And how are Petunia and Toe? They good?

Oh!! absolutely!

Yeah so the blobs you mentioned are the egg sacs, I could be wrong but I believe all spiders form egg sacs of some kind, either tightly wrapped and bundled to protect their eggs, or just loosely to keep the eggs together.

Now i'm gonna go on a bit of an egg sac tangent here. This example is specifically with web-dwelling spiders like widows or other orb weavers for example, but to make their sacs they start out with making a disc-shaped section of web and then release a fluid-like sac that they release all their eggs into one by one! Once the sac is full, they can wrap it up in many layers of a protective silk to keep the eggs insulated and away from the external elements. A spider can lay hundreds of eggs at a time and with spiders like widows they may lay multiple sacs filled with eggs! In this example of widow spiders they usually keep the sacs in their web to guard them, but other species of spiders may just leave the sac somewhere obscured or hidden so the babies can hatch and grow a bit before leaving to live their own lives.

But this is far from the only way! My favourite are wolf spider mothers! These are land-dwelling spiders that, as you asked, do create burrows for themselves! Quite a lot of the land-dwelling spiders do in various ways! These wolf spiders will actually stay with their egg sacs and will adamantly guard it if a predator approaches. when the babies hatch, they will climb onto the mother's back as she continues to protect them! Such a sweet mother! There are many other arachnids that have a similar situation such as scorpions, whip-scorpions, and vinegaroons! (to name a few) Now! another popular set of burrowing land-spiders are tarantulas! and they will lay their egg sacs in their burrow where the babies will be safe to hatch! which, sidenote i gotta say those little guys are just the most adorable things ever ToT one of my favorite types of baby spider for sure! So fuzzy! And when they just barely hatch they are in an "eggs with legs" stage that is just so precious. Literally what will later become their abdomen is just an orb like the egg they just hatched out of, but they now have a litte teeny underdeveloped cephalothorax and set of legs along with it. they just sorta barely wiggle them it's so adorable (imo). However they need to be careful, a lot of baby spiders do.. as once they hatch and stay a bit too long around the mother as they grow, she may mistake them for a meal sometimes and many do sadly get eaten if they are not careful. In fact! most tarantula owners/breeders will remove the egg sac when their tarantula has one as it is also a possibility for the tarantula to eat their own egg-sac! Not sure of the reason why, but it could be to re-gain nutrients (in the most counter-productive way lol) or for some other unknown reason. I've had chickens do the same thing with their eggs :(

Anyway! But yea! there are tons of land-dwelling spiders, like funnel weavers, tarantulas, trapdoor spiders, velvet spiders, and many more that make burrows for themselves! either by digging one, or forming one solely out of their webbing, or usually a mix of both!

oh! and for jumping spiders! they also will protect their eggs and stay with their babies to protect them until they are old enough to leave on their own! Usually the mothers won't eat around this time which can be concerning from the perspective of a spider ower haha jumping spiders don't really live in webs or burrows, but they make little silk sacs and hammocks or 'hides' for themselves under leaves or in crevices somewhere that it's not too easy to spot them! It's super cool to see really! and if you feel the silk, it's super soft! Like I would genuinely think it to be so cool to be tiny and lay down in the silk because of how soft it is! My jumping spiders make these curtain-like sheets of silk inside their hides (in my spiders' case, acorn shells or little hollow round silk structures for them to feel safe and hidden) and it just looks so cool! Hold on I could probably show a picture! (no spiders in sight)

they made these specifically while they were molting, to feel safe and protected while they are exposed and vulnerable! but I have found abandoned sacs like this before and gosh they are so extremely soft! Looks so cozy!

ANYWAY! XD

Petunia, my widow, and Toe, one of my jumpers, are doing great! I would add a photo of them but since you mentioned being arachnophobic I best not haha! /lh They are doing well though! and my other spiders are too! Muffin recently molted again, so did Toe, but neither of them ejected their old exoskeletons from their hides so I can't collect their little hats :(

but that's ok!

I am just glad that they both molted safely!

I finally named my Habronattus tarsalis as well, (i got him a while back!) His name is Wilbur!

On a bit of a sad note, I was originally going to make a post about it but I really didn't wanna bum anybody out.. Persphone, my female barn funnel weaver, passed away about two weeks ago now... Her passing hurt me greatly.. especially since I was not even sure of what might have caused it.. But Whatever happened.. I just hope she's in a better place now.

Brometheus, my male barn funnel weaver, on the other had is still doing great! Better than ever I think! He seems super healthy right now and I am so glad!

Fred, my male black widow is also doing well!

But yeah! I currently have 6 spiders! And I love them all deeply! Petunia, my female black widow, was my first one and she resides in her enclosure right next to my bed haha 😁

(my family thinks I'm insane💀)

OH MY GOSH I JUST NOTICED HOW LONG THIS POST IS it is currently 6am as I am writing this and I haven't slept yet, so my apologies on if there are any typos or errors! (I have a tendency to just sorta spew my thoughts out all at once with very minor editing 💀) But I hope this helped a bit! And so sorry it's so long and convoluted too ToT

#long text post #ask response #random rambles #spiders #no photos of spiders- just talking about them! #also i agree that webs are such cool and beautiful structures! coming in all sorts of shapes- patterns- and sizes! it's super cool! #I just love spiders man ToT

[imagine-darksiders]

Okay, now Im gonna need a scenario where y/n accidentally exposes her chest in front of Death and someone else (honestly, probably Draven or Karn, hell Strife too, cause those they give me a vibe that they won’t be able to look away lol) and Death is not happy, not at our dear y/n, but at the other person for looking and not being able to stop looking 😂

It wasn't as if you'd meant to give poor Draven a heart attack. Far from it, in fact.

In your defence, you hadn't expected that an arachnid native to the Dead Plains would scuttle right up behind you and climb up and under the hem of your shirt.

The almighty shriek that explodes out of you is loud enough to be heard all the way through the Eternal Throne's courtyard and out into the desert beyond.

And to think, mere moments ago, you, Death and Draven had all been lounging quite happily in the undercroft, discussing - with no particular degree of investment - the Chancellor's uselessness.

Seemingly out of nowhere, you all but fly from the barrel you'd been leaning on, almost startling Draven off his own barrel. Death's head snaps up from where he'd been glaring a hole into a nearby brazier and raises one, ebony brow when he sees you tearing at the hem of your flimsy shirt, twisting and writhing in the most perturbing ritual he's seen from you yet.

"Let me guess," he says drily, his eyes tracking your erratic dance around the undercroft, "This is the infamous game of 'Charades' you so enjoy playing?"

Far more concerned with your sudden and inexplicable shift in demeanour, Draven takes half a step forwards and regards you cautiously, calling, "You all right there, love?"

"GET IT OUT!" is your shrill reply.

'Expect the unexpected.' Death has always tried to abide by that motto. But for all his millennia of self-taught wisdom, the Horseman never could have expected your ensuing course of action.

Evidently having decided that your odd behaviour isn't quite odd enough, you suddenly grab the hem of your shirt and, without further preamble, you yank the article up and over your head in one, desperate tug before tossing it away from you as if it had caught fire.

All at once, Death's bemusement takes a steep nosedive into the realm of shock.

There you stand, one hand clutched over your racing heart and your chest heaving up and down with each, gasping breath, wearing nothing above your waist save for a cotton brassiere.

Death is quietly, dangerously still, staring at your discarded shirt and only vaguely registering the little brown blob that scuttles out of the sleeve and vanishes between a crack in wooden floorboards.

You've just disrobed.... in front of Draven.

Draven! The very undead who's been vying for your attention ever since you stepped through the archway and into the Eternal Throne's courtyard.

"Bloody hell!" the Blademaster breathes, allowing his jaw to tumble shamelessly open until it's in danger of detaching from his skull.

Death's neck creaks around to glare icily at the side of the undead's face. "Draven. If you don't avert your eyes in the next two seconds-!"

Before Death can stop you, you turn towards the undead and drop your hand back to your side, giving both of them a full-frontal view of your chest.

"Sorry about that," you sigh, blowing out an awkward chuckle, "There was a-"

You're interrupted by a sudden shout.

"DON'T turn this way!" Death blurts, throwing a large, skeletal hand up to block his mask's eye sockets. Draven, he notes, makes no such effort to avert his own gaze.

Growling low in his throat, the Horseman throws his free hand out and snags the Blademaster by the scuff of his cloak. Then, furious, he whirls about on his heel, dragging a gormless Draven along behind him.

"Put your shirt back on, for goodness sake," he calls back to you, ignoring the Blademaster's utterance of protest, "And you, lech, you and I are going topside to have a little chat about that hanging jaw of yours."

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #draven #death #reader

[burning-fcols]

✧ 「   @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ   」   ✧  - ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ★

「 ☆ 」 Slowly slipping into the darkness overtaking his mind, head lolls forward with painful, pathetic jolts of his neck. Mottled with bruises from large hands. Angel's feeble attempts to keep it resting against the rattling door— to force open his heavy eyes —making the arachnid appear like he is fighting off sleep; the blood smeared on the tile floor and painting his body ruining any potential innocence of the scene. Mind sluggish and body a cacophony of pains, Angel faintly wonders why he even still STRUGGLES against the temptation of surrender. It'd be so effortless to allow himself to retreat into the emptiness he knows awaits him...

It's going to happen anyway. Maybe it'd be best to hurry it along, rather than give his assailant the satisfaction of watching him take his final breath... Trembling violently where he's slumped on the ground, Angel can't blame it entirely on the merciless POUNDING against the door. Wood creaking, lock rattling, horrid words— insults and threats intermingling into an incomprehensible blob of familiar noise —leaking through as the spider flits in and out of consciousness.

He doesn't know how long it took before he finally collapsed onto the floor. Cold and hard, blood pooled beneath him blurring as his eyes flutter shut. Drifting into brief bouts of comprehension, Angel's head THROBS as the sounds of— ... what can only be described as Hell itself being unleashed, arises in the other room. Breaking past the splintered door and assaulting Angel's senses. Fur bristles with static, a tingling sensation dancing across him... Intense and yet unrecognizable amongst the overwhelming exhaustion, Angel unable to decipher anything aside from an instinctive understanding of danger.

But... not towards him. Not anymore. This symphony of sadism promising a safety Angel can't coherently comprehend, but FEELS. Knowing, in those faint whispers of consciousness, that the cause of the carnage is a good thing. That somehow, amongst the agonizing everything... there is still GOOD.

That's his last thought before he finally relaxes... The spider is limp in Alastor's arms when he's carefully retrieved from his filth-ridden hiding spot, leaving behind a bright smear of pink in his wake. Feeble rise and fall of his chest is the only indicator that Angel hasn't surrendered completely. Mouth slightly agape as air weakly enters, smear of blood shows where Angel had attempted to wipe it away with an arm. A small act of defiance on a body beaten to a devastating degree. Unfortunately, it's not the first time Angel has been put in such a state... When one lives the life he does— has been in HELL as long as he has —it's impossible to avoid.

But for someone who has never witnessed it firsthand, it's bound to be a shock.

Being gingerly held the way Alastor is? Having someone look down at him with such intensity, wanting— needing him to open his eyes, no matter how much it hurts? If only because it would hurt them so much worse if they were to remain closed... THAT is new. An incomprehensible turn of events that Angel doesn't get to realize the implications of. Or even fully understand through the haze. Robbed of the significance of the moment, a few unbearable breaths pass before Angel blearily open his eyes. Barely and blurred by moisture, but blessedly open.

He's awake... Through some speck of mercy, Angel gets to wake up. Enough to see a figure looming above. An unmistakable haze of red and feeling of static. A tear slides down his cheek, stinging in its trail. He can't quite— ... What is Alastor saying? He's talking, that much is clear but all meaning is lost. Angel too tired, his head swimming too violently. Were he in a better state of mind, there'd be so much to say. To ASK. The most prominent being ❛ Why are you here? ❜ Why go through the trouble of saving someone like Angel? It's not as if Angel would have permanently died. Sure, it would have been a pain to deal with. Another traumatic event to add to the pile. Another event to prove how LITTLE he actually matters—

But honestly, who cares? Even Angel is having trouble sympathizing with himself at the moment. Serves him right for being stupid enough to get into this situation. Right now, the person who seems most invested in his well being is—

❝ A-Alastor...? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#hari don't look #(( it is Very gay )) #burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」 #hells-fvry #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Alastor 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ; ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Alastor and Angel Dust 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ‘ᴛɪʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[thearoaceditto]

Last post for now I swear but

I cannot wait to break free from my humanoid and crab like forms and embrace the true immortality of goo once again in the indigo disk using the synchro machine to revert to my true blob shape and leave my humanoid and aquatic arachnid shapes behind for all eternity to rot and burn in the pits of hell

#pokemon scarlet and violet #the indigo disk #klawf #pokemon ditto #ditto

[miloscat]

[Review] Webbed (PC)

Cute bugs!

Next in my series on grappling games is this adorable indie work from a Queensland-based duo. The Australianism comes through a bit in the text but mainly in the various native animals chosen for the cast, including the protagonist. Buddy is a peacock spider, who got media attention in recent years due to new studies and footage of their mating dances and the various colourful patterns evident on the males.

Picking a spider as the heroine is a great choice for gameplay, as Buddy can shoot webs at most surfaces to pull herself toward them or create links between things at range, Just Cause style. These are used to make impromptu platforms and bridges or move and lift objects in the various physics puzzles found throughout. You can even grab a leaf and parachute with it! On PC this is done intuitively with the mouse while you WASD around, although controllers are supported too. Spiders could be problematic for some so the devs have helpfully included an arachnophobe mode that turns all arachnids into cute blobs, alongside other thoughtful accessibility features. However censorship of ants, moths, etc. is not included which is a shame as I know people affected by these fears.

The story is extremely wholesome; the inciting incident is Buddy’s mate being abducted to decorate a bowerbird’s nest with his shiny blue bum. She rallies her community and fosters fellowship with ants, dung beetles, bees, and other spiders in order to get him back. The main goal is to convert a moth’s spherical cocoon into an airship, for which Buddy journeys into each critters’ territory and convinces them work together with each of their special skills. There’s no real violence, just hazards to overcome and understanding to be gained. The environments are fairly naturalistic, except for the highly industrialised ant nest which is working on a large ant mech; the incongruity is amusing and for me it didn’t distract from the overall tone. Oh, Buddy also can shoot laser blasts from her eyes, which is more a gameplay tool for removing webs and goes completely unexplained.

There’s a lot of clever puzzles and tricky traversal to be done, and although the map is broad and interconnected there’s no danger of getting lost with the simple layouts and handy maps. Getting around is a joy with Buddy’s webslinging skills; the tree area on the way to the beehive was my favourite, as there’s great opportunity for swinging around at high speed. On the way there are many secrets and hidden rooms to uncover, baby spiders to rescue, and even a skateboarding minigame!

This truly is a gem, and it’s pretty cheap too! I had to look up some of the secrets but a 100% run took me about 5 hours, and I loved every minute. The luscious pixel art does a great job communicating what it needs to while portraying the Australian bush wonderfully. The true triumph for me, squeamish as I am, is making the bugs look cute while maintaining realism. This isn’t really an Umihara Kawase-like either but it’s a highly enjoyable grappling platformer on its own terms, and probably the best spider-based game out there!

#webbed #sbug games #review #pc

[phantasmeels]

Metroid Prime Remastered: Thoughts, Theories, and Differences from Previous Versions. (Massive Spoilers for Newcomers ahead)

So, I just finished Prime Remastered again, on hard mode this time. Old mysteries of things I asked myself as a kid when in the final area before the end of the game began to resurface. I've got some theorizing to let out. (BIG spoiler warning for newcomers still playing)

So, about the 'red phazon'. I subscribe to two potential ideas, one being that it's the result of concentrated phazon that's unable to spread. A radioactive decay from isolation, if you will, that makes it more actively dangerous. The other idea is that it's what's leftover when a phazon-hungry creature, such as Metroid Prime, feeds on phazon. Hence why there's still phazon in the phazon core at the end of the game despite the fact of Metroid Prime consuming it, and it's a red variant. For reasons explained further ahead, I subscribe to the former idea.

What makes the red phazon variant even more interesting is when you consider that the phazon suit you acquire in game is black and red, not blue, and the fact that later on in Prime 3, there is a stronger variant of phazite that's red. Maybe the rare higher concentrations of/more decayed phazon makes for naturally effective defenses against the substance for those vulnerable to it, hence the red Phazon Suit and phazite armor and the fact that the final boss on Phaaze in Prime 3 has red coloring instead of blue.

Getting back to the creature called Metroid Prime, we find it in the Phazon Infusion Chamber of the Impact Crater. Some interesting things to note, the first being that other than the few blobs of it in the second chamber of the Crater, this is the only area of the Impact Crater that has blue phazon in it. It looks like it might have been the last remaining blue phazon left for the creature to feed on, having been compelled to consume the core to keep it protected from threats like Samus. What's also interesting is that it looks like it's hibernating in an arachnid-like shell, which is what its first boss phase is fought in, and I swear it looks like it's surrounded by eggs. Which is odd considering that Tallon/Phazon based metroids seem to mostly reproduce out of phazon pools in-game. Perhaps it's able to lay Metroid eggs in its hibernating arachnid form.

Speaking of hibernation, why is it hibernating and feeding in its first form when we find it? Also, how can it be feeding from phazon, while also having become the source of it in consuming the phazon core? I think it's because it was trapped by the Chozo seal within the crater and was unable to move into the critical next phase which, in contrast to consuming phazon, is meant to generate it. I believe the 'instructions' of the phazon core to Metroid Prime were for it to leave its arachnid shell and use its pure essence form to scour the planet and spread sources of phazon one pool at a time, until the entire planet eventually would become a full offspring of the planet Phaaze. In this way, the phazon seed/core is a 'sperm' of Phaaze, the leviathans are carriers, a target planet is an 'egg', and a phazon-mutated creature like Metroid Prime is the active catalyst between the core and target planet that spreads phazon. The Emperor Ing (which, the Ing, in my opinion, are just Phaz-Ing but corrupted by dark energy from the Dark Aether dimension) would likely have eventually also consumed the Phazon core on Dark Aether, had the Ing successfully stolen Aether's energy and won their war against the Luminoth and their world. Luckily, Samus succeeded in her mission, and both Dark Aether and its phazon core were annihilated.

Damn, the lore runs deep, even when not explicitly told.

ALSO. I've been looking over the scan logs in Prime Remastered and comparing them to the differences in the NTSC and PAL releases of the original game. I've noticed an interesting compromise between the two versions in Remastered, specifically that the NTSC version of the 'Artifict Site' Pirate Scan Log was chosen, resulting in a plot more consistent with in-game findings concerning the Space Pirates and the Chozo Artifacts. It seems like a conscious choice by the Remastered staff to correct an inconsistency, which I appreciate.

There's also an interesting blending of Chozo lore entries from both NTSC and PAL versions of Prime in Remastered, as well as some partially and entirely rewritten entries, creating a compelling and unique version of the Chozo lore. It's worth a look to compare Remastered’s Chozo lore entries to those of the previous versions. Here’s a link to a page on The Cutting Room Floor that shows the differences between the NTSC and PAL versions of Prime, which I recommend comparing to with your copy of Prime Remastered once you collect all the lore logbook entries: https://tcrf.net/Metroid_Prime/Text_Differences

On a side note, it's a shame that the NTSC version of the lore has the most glaring plot holes in it, both in its own internal consistency and external consistency with the rest of the series, because it's genuinely interesting to me as an alternative version of Prime's backstory. I kinda wish they kept some of the elements of it, as it makes Phazon out to be a little more cosmically horrific, and I like how the Tallon Chozo foresee Samus specifically coming to deal with the Phazon threat in the future, giving the player a more heightened sense of purpose.

Unfortunately, as many fans probably know, the NTSC lore overall contradicts the fact of the Cipher keeping Metroid Prime inside of the Impact Crater and the Space Pirates out of it, and also implies that the Metroids came to being from Phazon itself, which contradicts the lore additions of Metroid Fusion that the Metroids were made by the Chozo. This is really ironic considering that Fusion and Prime released on the same day. Retro Studios and Nintendo R&D1 might not have been on the same page, but it's still weird to me that the PAL versions received the lore overall more internally and externally consistent.

Overall, while I do find the NTSC version of Prime's lore to be very interesting, the PAL version becoming the official canon was much better for the series in the end, and Prime Remastered's take is an even further improvement IMO.

#metroid #metroid prime #metroid prime remastered #metroid theory #metroid lore #god i love how deep this game goes with its narrative and lore

[daddydustinsupreme]

The darkness was pitch black. Not even a glimmer of light was to be detected in the room; the air was stale and stank of sweat. He wondered why he had awoken here, and where exactly here was. Last he remembered he was...wait. It was odd, but he didn't remember much at all, other than his name. Even that was a hazy blur inside the chaotic channel of his thoughts. He was sure he didn't belong there though, that was a certainty. Footsteps could be detected, but from a far off distance. Far enough that it sounded as if it was behind the confines of a door. He was trying to gather his bearings when he observed another startling fact- he was in immense pain.

He had not realized it before, as he had been coming to consciousness, but there were varying degrees of aches all over his body. His flesh felt tight in certain areas, while loose and even absent in others. He tried to reach for his face, hands grazing the corners of his cheeks, but instead coming into contact with what felt to be metal hooks. That explained the ache in his jaw. The pain was dull, which seemed to lean towards this having been happening for some time now. His mouth was pulled open in a smile, he recognized that fact. The rods were pierced inside the dimple of each cheek, pulling them into a position that resembled a smile.

His mouth tasted copper, and he could feel the drizzle of saliva and blood trailing down his chin and chest. The longer he was awake, the more he came to understand he was being tortured. His spine stung, multiple needles inserted into the nerves and sticking out at odd ends. Ankles were clamped inside what seemed to be a small square device, keeping him still as he attempted to stand. He didn't think to scream; shock had settled in quite quickly. All he felt was a rising sense of alarm, along with the pain and drowsiness. Which, given the current predicament, leaned towards him being injected with a drug of some sort.

He wanted to know even the smallest detail, but all he could do was gain knowledge from the small details given from his position. He released a dull whine, that grew in volume as the footsteps grew closer. A sliver of light hit his retinas and he squinted at the sudden onslaught as a boy stepped in, looking to be of teen years with brown hair and a chummy smile. He looked friendly, something you wouldn't expect from someone so clearly insane. The boy spoke, his voice a deeper pitch than expected from someone so obviously young. "Hello, dad." Wait, dad? The man's eyes widened in alarm. Was he a victim of his own spawn? He wanted to speak, but only a gurgle could escape.

He felt as if he was choking on his own blood, and it didn't help that the shock caused his heart to start palpitatating wildy. The hair on his arms were at full alert, where he could not be, still under the affects of whatever drugs pumped through his veins. What could he have done that made his own son detest him to the point of almost committing murder? It didn't help that he still remembered very little of who he was and his life. The boy said no more, only stepped closer with a jar in hand. As the jar opened with a pop, the man could make out little black blobs squirming about before the boy shook the contents into his open mouth. He could feel the inhabitants of the jar dancing around his tongue and lips, their little hairy legs brushing against his tastebuds.

They mingled with the liquids in his mouth, creating a bitter taste. He was quick to realize it was spiders that were tickling their way down his throat and across his face. He panicked for the first time, the shock dissipating as he began to come to the realization of his reality. The spiders were now crawling down his shoulders, while some continued to mingle in his open mouth. He made a high pitched squeal, but that only seemed to cause them to move even faster, having startled the arachnids. Their little feet brushed against his flesh, and the boy looked on with an expression of pure pride as if he had created a masterpiece.

#tw spiders #tw horror #writings #literature #short story #beginning of story #personal #halloween #written #written by me

[new-zero-kaneda]

i have had two chance encounters in my bathroom with arachnids over the last month that have left me wary as hell every time i use it.

a few weeks ago i was getting in the shower, and i being very nearsighted Can’t See Shit without my glasses noticed a gray blob in one or the corners of the tub. of course i wrote it off as just being a smudge somebody might have left while opening or closing the window as it’s right above the shower surround. i started taking my shower and proceeded to spray the blob, hoping that it would clean it off and send it down the drain… no, the blob started moving and i realized it’s a god damn spider hanging out in the tub. so of course i jump out of the shower soaking wet, grab my glasses, and take a look at who was in there with me. a wolf spider about three inches in diameter was now angrily chilling in the bottom of the tub. in a panic i will say that i smashed the spider which i am not proud of, but i was naked, soaking wet, and wanting to finish my shower.

fast forward to sunday of this week and i’m using the bathroom and finish my business before flushing i noticed out of the corner of my eye there is a god damned TWO INCH LONG BARK SCORPION hanging out at the top of the toilet’s waterline.

SOMEHOW I HAD SAT ON THE TOILET FOR SEVERAL MINUTES, USED THE FUCKING BIDET AND WIPED WITHOUT GETTING STUNG ON ANY OF SEVERAL PARTS OF MY BODY THAT WERE EXPOSED TO INSIDE THE TOILET

honestly i’m really glad i didn’t get stung since it would have really sucked to have to go to the god damn er because “lol ya scorpion stung my balls”

[eeriecurio]

What's in your head?

The mind is a mystery…

Have you ever had a stray thought? Contemplated doing something you really shouldn't have? Or perhaps you felt a sharp pain in the back of your skull for no explicable reason?

Its easy in the moment to dismiss it. Put it to the back of your mind, but where is that exactly? The sinister truth is that no one truly knows what's going on inside their own head. If you cracked it open what do you think you would see? Grey matter? Some gelatinous pink blob? I don't know about you, but that doesn't quite sound right to me. In fact, I know a secret.

There are spiders.

Tiny arachnids that hide in the crevices of your mind. Crawling out to do their work. Your hair is a web they weaved through your scalp. That itching you sometimes feel? Little legs, creeping beneath your skin. Spiders spinning silk inside your skull. Misplaced thoughts? Daydreams? Its all thanks to the spiders machinations. If you have ever sat in a quiet room and realised there was a sort of static noise in your ears that you just couldn't escape, well, that was no trick of the mind. It was thousands of spiders wriggling away inside you.

Don't be afraid though. You've lived with the spiders your whole life. More of them hatching with every passing year. They don't want to hurt you. But they are hungry. You must forgive them a nibble every now and then. As long as you don't disturb or anger them, I'm sure you'll be fine.

…

You don't seem particularly comforted by this revelation? Hm…then, it was simply a joke. Nevermind it. That sinister scratching sound you just heard in your mind?

Its nothing. Go back to your day.

Don't worry about the spiders.

#spooky #creepy #spiders #short story #halloween

[blobbur]

!!

Ehhehehe, sorry for startling, startling you my dear! I was just excited to help a friend~

No, it’s fine, I just— I’ve been on edge recently. Did you see anyone else coming this way?

The spider boy should be here soon, he’s running quite fast, fast. That’s all. Now, where’s your brother, dear? Didn’t you say he needed, needed our help?

I need to find him first, that’s the problem…

Ah that’s fine, fine, dear! No problem at all! I can spot him from anywhere!

I’m sure there are better options—

Hey Wil, what’s she doing here and—

…

wh—

#blob wilbur speaks #blob wilbur #cloaked blob #arachnid blob #lore #ooc: wait for it

[catzgam3rz]

uh oh

Catz Response: I take from this I may be taller than you Spider? (Also I would never crush you <3)

#answered asks #submissions #blob aj #romans-evil-trash-brother #spider #dsahgkjhd i love your lil doodles spider #large blob yells at local arachnid more at 7 #submission

[grelleswife]

16 for Sebastian,Claude,and Hannah?

16. A childhood headcanon.

Sebastian: When he was a smol eldritch blob, the stimmy little demon would self-soothe by chewing his paws (or tail, or tentacles, depending on his form) in an equivalent to a human infant sucking their thumb. Adult Sebastian will furiously deny these allegations if you question him about it, however. 😂

Claude: Due to his arachnid tendencies, young Claude enjoyed spinning webs out of the essence of weaker demons he was able to capture and kill, although his early attempts were rather messy.

Hannah: Once, in a fit of playfulness, child!Hannah used her powers to swallow the core of a dying star, which, as she matured, eventually warped into the cursed demon-killing sword, Lævateinn.

#kuro asks #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #claude faustus #hannah annafellows #hannah anafeloz

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Ghostly fungi - cordyceps

This falls into the ‘oh lord, why does this exist’ category, and of course, I know about them.

Cordyceps are a genus of infectious fungi found mostly in the tropics. They infect insects and arachnids, and as I understand it, are a partial inspiration for the Resident Evil series. These things are insidious, and for some damn reason, they are a food/medicine in some countries. 

Once a creature is infected, the fungus literally controls it. The ant, caterpillar, etc (each species has a unique host) will usually start climbing up a tree and settles in a certain spot. That spot is apparently important - researchers found they won’t spore unless the idealized position is located. Then, as the creature decays and the spores grow, the contaminated bits fall from the trees and infect anything below them. 

I think these would occur in the deeper parts of the GZ - but would really only be a danger to little ghosts, like our favorite blobs, maybe ectopusses, things of that nature. Perhaps in the distant past, there were stronger ghosts who were infected by them, but due to the sheer danger, those have been wiped out. I’ll leave these ones up to your imagination.  Pics of a couple species are down below - but because of the weird, I’m putting a continue reading break. Seriously, these are unsettling. I warned you. 

(from national geographic)

(from mushroaming.com)

#danny phantom #dp #dp theories #danny phantom theory #ghost zone #ghost plant #ghost fungus #dp undergrowth #Let me imagine weird plants #folklore #worldbuilding #I'm not drawing this one

[hapalopus]

12, 17, 28!

12. What’s your favorite example of niche specialization/evolution? There are so many to pick from.... I really love the insane specializations a lot of spiders have - just spiders in general are really specialized arachnids, with their jawless chelicerae. But a crazier example is Dendrogaster, which is a crustacean that specializes in parasitizing starfish. It’s so specialized that it essentially lost everything that characterizes a crustacean, just so it could be a better starfish parasite!

17. What’s your favorite example of convergent evolution? Any example of convergent evolution between arthropods and vertebrates! Literally, any example is my favorite!

28. You know all those cryptids that are probably just normal animals (like Mothman is an owl and the Stronsay Beast is a basking shark)? What’s your favorite? Definitely Gwenith Penry’s Blob/The Dolphin 1 Creature!

There’s no “probably” about this - it is a completely normal animal. Though it supposedly stumped a lot of scientists, I think it’s pretty clear that it’s a blanket octopus! Probably Tremoctopus violaceus

#ask