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What I learned in boating school is that Earthspark Tarantulas ✨is capable of redemption, and so I will now use all of my brain to headcanon Earthspark TaraProwl getting back together forever and ever
This was the silly art i was talking about last week…uhm uhm i uh (this is my first rendered piece in a WHILE you can tell i was passionate)
If you saw this elsewhere before i posted it here…we dont talk about it
Can you write an Earthspark Tarantulas x human reader fluff thing please? ❤️
Indeed I can, dear anon! I hope you like it! This spider has been living rent free in my head...
For those who don't know; if you like my writing style you can always commission me!
The dilapidated paths you hauled your old pickup over were "roads" more in name than practice, but considering how important it was for you to remain undetected, you accepted the bumpy ride as a fair price to pay for secrecy. Granted, that fact didn't do your poor back many favors, and the fresh snow on the ground had made for more than a few unnerving slips over the terrain, but you didn't allow yourself to complain. It wasn't like you'd been invited out here. No, you'd decided to head up the mountains after a snowstorm completely of your own volition.
Pulling off to park once you got to the fallen tree that marked your stop, you zipped up your coat and bundled up completely before hopping out, having long since learned the cold was far more intense high up in the mountains. Frigid air bit at what little skin you had exposed, but you ignored it as you pushed through the knee high snow to round your truck. Reaching beneath the cover and into the bed to pull out a heavy duffel bag, you cast one last paranoid glance about to ensure you weren't followed. The only movement for miles around came from the snowflakes drifting on the mountain air all around you.
Shouldering your bag and ignoring how the cold burned your lungs, you left the road to hike into the woods, hoping you'd have enough thermal mass to keep from freezing on the way there. The walk ahead wasn't long, but it did take you through some difficult terrain, and the increasing number of snowflakes fluttering through the trees promised to make the journey that much harder. Refusing to let that dissuade you, you abandoned what little reason you had remaining to tuck your head down and march.
By the time you caught sight of the cave you had lost feeling in your toes and were coughing from the strain of so much frigid air cycling through your lungs, but you ignored it as well as the exhaustion dragging down your limbs. Forcing yourself over the last rugged hill and telling your aching legs you had only a few steps left, you cupped a shivering hand by your mouth to magnify your failing voice.
"Tarantulas!" you croaked as loudly as you could, stumbling down the final hill to the mouth of the cave. Nearly face planting into the snow, you just managed to overhear a distant scuttling echoing from the depths that quickly grew louder, and you looked up right as the source stepped into view.
"No need to be so loud, I heard your approach." Tarantulas chided with a tired sigh, chelicera twitching in irritation as he stepped out into the snow. Ignoring him to stagger the last few feet to the entrance, you were stopped when the arachnabot took your bag from your exhausted shoulders, his huffy demeanor doing little to hide the concern behind his actions. "I also told you to skip this supply drop. It's far too cold for organics in these mountains. That is why I chose them."
Ignoring him to haul your heavy body under the sheltered overhang, you collapsed onto a convenient rock, shivering but still able to speak clearly enough to sass the spider. "Last I checked, you don't just stop needing energon because it's cold… or any other supplies, for that matter."
He grumbled something you couldn't hear as he opened the bag, carefully turning over the contents with his claws before the three measly energon patches you'd secured dropped into his palm. Disappointment showed freely on your features as you tossed back your hood, and while his visor was impossible to read you still felt compelled to apologize for having so little to give. It wasn't like he had anyone else to help him out. "On that note, sorry it's such a small amount. I couldn't risk grabbing anything else."
"This will more than meet my needs for the time being." he replied quickly, taking the supplies and returning your bag to you. Upon beholding how your hands shivered when you took it, he hesitated, and you took the straps to secure over your shoulder as you tried to hype yourself up for the walk back. It would be easier without the weight, but you were still not looking forward to plowing through the snow that was starting to fall in greater quantities. Just thinking of what the drive would be like on the trip back down the mountain made you wince more than the ache in your frozen limbs.
Before you could take a step towards the exit or even offer your goodbye, Tarantulas held out a claw to stop you, something that caught you quite off guard. Though he never pushed you out the door, the arachnabot had never been one for hosting guests, which only made the concern on his expression all the more surprising. "You should come in and rest, it is much warmer in the main chamber."
"I just need a minute here." you replied to ease his worries, not wanting to risk the greater headache you'd have to face later if you delayed your departure. "I can't risk the truck getting stuck in the snow. If I move now, I can beat the blizzard."
To your continued surprise, Tarantulas didn't back down, and instead gave you a quick scan from head to toe. "Your body temperature is well below what is recommended for a mammal of your size." he concluded from the results, angling his many limbs further to discourage you from leaving. You were too tired and baffled to reply, but remained unconvinced, fears of a hefty vehicle repair bill leaving you with little patience for his sudden protective streak. "If you are concerned about your mode of transportation, I can assist with repairs once the storm is finished. I would be remiss to send you back into the elements."
"You're not sending me anywhere, you're just letting me leave." you argued back, though there wasn't enough fire in you to even raise your voice. It was hard to be anything more than frustrated by someone stepping so far out of their comfort zone for your sake, but the last thing you wanted was to inconvenience someone who you'd sacrificed so much just to keep safe. Accepting help, it seemed, wasn't something either one of you did well. Though to his credit the spider was quickly wearing you down.
"Then I will not be doing that either." Tarantulas said firmly, moving completely in front of you to block the exit. There was nothing threatening about his body language, which more resembled a mildly frustrated guardian whose lack of patience was born entirely from fear for your sake. "If I must, I will use my webs to detain you. Do not push me to that."
Still unable to feel your extremities and admittedly uncertain you'd make it back to your truck without freezing, you sighed with a heavy slump of your shoulders, looking back up at him to find the spider unyielding. "I'm not going to talk you out of this, am I?"
"It would be… disadvantageous, to lose an ally of your caliber." he replied, skirting your question with an answer that sounded more rational than sentimental. For the first time you allowed yourself to smile, and a fresh rush of winter air heavy with snowflakes cemented the rationale of your decision. Noticing the increasing snowfall, Tarantulas doubled down on his promise before any doubts could be raised. "I have a limited supply of human rations for you to utilize if the blizzard sets in, and I will ensure your vehicle is functional once it thaws."
"Do you have a bed?" you asked as you stood up, letting him know he had no further need to convince you. The spider relaxed and beckoned for you to head down the passage, a deeply inclined tunnel that led to the well insulated and comfortably upgraded series of rooms he called home. Though you'd spent little time there, you were admittedly looking forward to the idea of getting a bit of sleep under eight watchful optics, and happily followed his instructions as he led you back.
"I'm certain I can find something suitable. Please, follow me."
A collection of bot sized cushions created from synthetic fibers and held together by his webs proved more comfortable than you could have ever imagined, even with nothing more than a cleaning cloth for a blanket. For his sake, you pretended not to stir all through the night, even for the brief interval where you woke to find him adjusting your makeshift blankets and fretting over the temperature.
So like can we get married yet or what
I made another Bingo card...... But this one is for ES Tarantulas
Working on a big oc post right now, so have a Nightshade sketch sheet.
Nightshade fire scene, anyone?
Also I will never ever draw anything more perfect than this
