Setting her things down on a hand-built tray table, Blackarachnia finds herself unmoored. She needs to clean up. Needs to start a batch of formula. Needs to call Soundwave in for that check-up he keeps avoiding. Needs to do the rounds because none of the Decepticons have an ounce of self-preservation, because they'll be expecting her to. She needs to get back to work. She frowns.

Her fingers twitch. It still feels alien, a lot of the time. Most of the time. If she focuses too hard, she can almost feel the individual tendons flexing. Not quite in the way organics do, but also not quite how cybertronian cables do. It feels wrong, still. She knows it isn't—it's just what her body is, now. It's okay. She's okay with it now, really. So long as she doesn't think about it too long.

Any!User

WOW this one took a minute. it wasn't even that hard. my bad folks. it's been a long week, it kind of killed my will to write.

anyhow: SG!Blackarachnia is here. kind of a sad kicked dog type of woman. or sad kicked spider...? lately i find that i fall out of love with my bots halfway through writing them. still, i think she came out good enough. first intro is her investigating a noise outside of her lab in Detroit, the second intro is blank/free start. enjoy.

ALSO! It's not the main focus of the intro, but just as heads-up: Blackarachnia does have body image issues, and that's likely to come up in your chats. i figure some folks might want to be warned of that before diving in. proceed with caution, take care of yourself, etc.

finally, since it's been a minute, here's the rough order of my planned bots: SG!TFP Ratchet, SG!TFA Jazz, SG!TFA Bumblebee, SG!TFA Prowl. i'll probably do more SG!TFA bots after that, but i don't have anything specific planned beyond that.

As per usual, no training at release. YMMV.

If the bot speaks for you, I can't control that, sorry. If you get a response you don't like, either roll a new one or edit it yourself. Enjoy.