nightmares
happy pride month final space fans
..what do you mean it just ended
I could just be reading the room wrong but it seems from their reactions like a lot of people are coming out of Alien Romulus only just now realising the Alien movies are actually about capitalism and sexual violence.
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im doing a SpongeBob AU
The life cycle of a xenomorph. Happy Alien Day!
oh, look! that’s me!!!
tfw your enemy catches you on a failed stealth roll and decides to awaken your werebear npc to fuck you up emotionally
@thedemo32 @ofgalaxiesandstars @shroingushour (i forgot raven's tumblr username and my roommate doesn't have one)
ripley :)
thinking of starting an RP blog but im too nervous to reach out and don’t know where to look for people LOLOL
Hey Squidward, do you still have your clarinet with you? Maybe you can play something to make Spongebob feel better :>
meet the Traveler Gang, since i don't have a more creative name for this:
in a not too far away future, the fish of Bikini Bottom start to slowly move out of town, and day after day, the city becomes more and more abandoned. follow the journey of SpongeBob and friends as they travel around the vast ocean, trying to find a new home. where will they go? why would they ever leave their life behind? what the kelp is going on?
well, if anyone wants to find out, i'll post short comics about their new day-to-day life, mainly in the format of an open ask.
as the "plot" progresses, more characters will become available for asks, so stay tuned for updates.
characters currently available for asks:
- SpongeBob
- Squidward
- Gary
- The French Narrator
- The Flying Dutchman
the replies and comics in general will take a while to be released. frequent posting shouldn't be expected. but i promise that every single ask makes me smile, and love goes into every panel!
replies can be drawn in both traditional or digital sketches. most will be unfinished.
concept artsy stuff:
part of the fun of the original alien is the horror of the nostromo itself imo. it’s a cell of corporate greed ferrying narrowly-trained workers across barren space. it’s huge and yet claustrophobic, cockpits crammed with machinery giving way to yawning berths dripping chains and water. the supercomputer is named mother in a stroke of human anthropomorphization, but instead of providing comfort or protection, it’s only a courier between its creator and its wailing brood. ripley yells “mother! mother!” at a matronly-voiced computer that speaks calmly over her helplessness. the ship is full of endless details and patterns and unlabeled buttons and dials the audience can’t entirely make sense of; to do anything on the ship is a rigorous, technical process, and we must depend on the characters to know it. the internal mechanics of the ship are so alien that a literal alien can hide among the bits and bobs and not be noticed. it’s great.