Of Silk And Ashes.

Of Silk and Ashes.

This au is based off this post which I have been itching to write about.

It had all happened so fast. One second she was running as fast as her legs would take her, the next she was on the ground then bright blue light and the roar of an explosion and heat. All consuming smothering heat washing over her in a wave of screaming agony. Then the light and noise stopped leaving nothing but the heat, clawing at every nerve and muscle as she felt her skin fell off in charred bloody chunks. She couldn't move, all she could do was scream until her throat was raw and she was left to cry in silence. She wasn't sure how long it went on, days? Weeks maybe? The only mark of time passing was the cloying pain in her stomach as she drifted in and out of consciousness dreaming of rescue, of the dark and silence being broken by light and the sound of bulkheads voice as he pulled her out and held her close.

Then she started to hear them. At first she couldnt understand but as time passed she began to hear it clearer. Countless soft chittering voices speaking to her not in words but impressions conveyed in near inaudible clicks. They cooed to her sentiments of comfort and safety, telling her stories to distract her from the pain and doing all they could to help her. Eventually she managed to communicate back, hungry was what she conveyed to them and they dutifully brought her things to eat. Small things mostly, insects and sprouts, but she could hardly afford to be picky so she ate it all great fully until the knaw in her stomach abided and she was able to fall asleep to their gentle words. It continued on like that for quite some time; she would wake up to new voices, they would speak to her and feed her, and she would try to communicate back something that was steadily becoming easier as her strength returned to her and she began to feel something other than pain. Feels things like the four long limbs growing from her back, like the dense tail growing from the base of her spine, the cool almost metalic materal in place of her skin, and the bodies of her spider companions crawling all over her.

When she finally had the strength to crawl out of the pit guided by her friends she was greated by the light of the moon peering through dense foliage. The first light in who knew how long. It was wonderful. As was the feeling of fresh cold air filling her lungs, the feel of grass under her feet changed as they were, the sound of the outside world, and the taste of the animals she ate after friends guided her to their dens. It was all so wonderfull after being stuck in the dark empty pit. Then they brought her to a lake and her heart sank at the sight of her reflection.

She new she had been changed, she just hadn't realized how much. Eight vibrant amber eyes stared back her, so much time blind had stopped her from noticing just how much more she could see now. Her skin was pale and nearly grey atleast what little of it remained not replaced by the shiny black carapace layered over her rail thin frame. Even the sight of the things she knew about from the legs and tail to the fangs filling her mouth were off-putting to see. She traced the snake like slit cut across her sunken cheeks from the corners of her mouth as she peered at herself in fascination. She looked like monster straight out of a horror movie or maybe a sci-fi super villain, all charred and emaciated and dangerous. She would never be able to go out in public again never mind become a Rockstar like she always dreamed. She would never be able to talk to anyone casually, never get the chance to fall in love, never get to see the world. When she died she would be alone and forgotten. After all that's what happened to monsters.

The thing that gets me about people complaining about "vote-shaming" and about needing to be convinced to vote, both in general and specifically for Biden, is that so many of those people are committed to not accepting arguments in favor. You can point out Biden and his administration passing more LGBTQ protections, or the Inflation Reduction Act, or numerous other actions, and it's never enough - nothing outweighs the negatives, in their minds.

And then when you point out the consequences and results of *not* voting for Democrats and Biden, it's also not enough and you're now shaming or pressuring people and not presenting a positive argument. It's so convenient.

I know I sound like your mom but you kids need to stop fucking vaping

ALRIGHT THIS ISN'T MY USUAL STYLE BUT AS OF LATE I'VE RAN INTO A PROBEM AND I NEED SOME HELP!

THIS BITCH!

THIS EIGHT LEGGED CREEPY CRAWLEY FUCKER IS DRIVING ME INSANE!

Cause what the fuck was she made for! I know the meta reason but I wanna know what purpose a spider bot with ACID VENOM! Would serve in normal society!

What function do you serve!? Was she a miner like megatron!? A scientist? Is the spider thing a modification!? Is she some kind of experiment or hybrid!? Does cybertron even have spiders!? This is driving me up a wall! For anyone who has any ideas or lore on this demon please let me know because this shut is keeping me up at night.

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