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| (@tarot-muses) continued from x.

In an instant, the steam had rendered Kai’lo blind to a literal extent as he stumbled back, the Xenomorph’s quick thinking unexpected. With the heavy blanket of fog, all possible heat sources were fully masked until within touching range. His vision was being used against him—the damn bastard.

A hand shot up, feeling instinctively for a button on his bio-mask; but a brief moment of confusion when all he could feel was skin. Shit–of course. It was still all too easy for him to forget how the mask had been lost to space in their previous encounter. The memory only served to infuriate him further; but, deep down, a small surge of panic followed suit.

“You are too afraid to fight me in a fair battle—is that it?”

Hissing quietly to himself while his hand pressed against the wall, he grounded his surroundings; or what he could of them. He couldn’t go off hunting for the Xenomorph like this. He would suffocate before he had the chance. His only option right now was to follow the wall and pray to some deity that he stumbled across a door or an opening that led further into the ship to even the playing field.

The gradually tightening oxygen managed to force its first cough from Kai’lo, the impact travelling down his throat and into the hole in his chest, his face twisting in agony as he clutched at it. Then, he heard the two terribly loud footsteps. Eyes dilating, body tensing and whirling around without thought, he lunged towards the direction of the sound and swung with a provoked hiss; but he was chasing ghosts. Swinging at nothing. It had taken far too much effort to stop himself from stumbling forward and relocate himself back against the wall, his feet beginning to drag him in the opposite direction of the sound. He wouldn’t die here.

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work during the holiday season is really draining but I promise I’ll be returning here soon !

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extremely random hc but kai’lo constantly sits w his legs spread. as far as they can go. wether he’s on his ass or crouched on his feet. it’s not even bc of the obvious he just finds it most comfortable

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(@tarot-muses) “oh great, it’s you again.” — PSI.

The creature sounded far more irritated than he did surprised; it was almost laughable considering everything prior, maybe even a bit disappointing from how he envisioned the encounter going.

The yautja propped himself up against the wall with tired, slightly manic appearing eyes that stared Psi down intensely, refusing to blink even for a second. A lot had visibly happened during their time apart. Kai’lo’s once warm tone now appeared far paler and sickly in colour; across his chest, a large scar, the stitching still fresh and holding him together the best it could. Deep bruises wrapped around his throat, and as a result, his voice sounded scratchy whenever he spoke. A mouth that so wanted to scream and yell but found itself unable to.

The closest thing resembling an uncanny smile tugged at Kai’lo’s mandibles. A claw began to tap against the wall, its pace gradually increasing and matching the twitching of his facial features. Not long after, his fist abruptly slammed against the metal as if a way for his body to release tension before falling limp at his side. He finally spoke then. His voice gluttering, trembling in his mother tongue. Eyelid twitching uncontrollably.

“You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

Kai’lo’s hand pushed him off the wall and slowly stabilised himself on two feet. The singular blade from his wrist gauntlet shot out with a sharp shwing! sound, but he made no attempts to move. He was scrutinising the creature. Waiting for him to move first—his mind running at 20 miles per hour. He wouldn’t lose. Not this time.

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(@stclker) "there's something comforting about it, something good about feeling sort of numb, detached from it all." — ELLEN RIPLEY.

There was some truth to her words, as much as he didn’t want to listen. After the death of his mother, Bjorn found it easiest to pretend as if it hadn’t happened at all. Push it back to the farthest reaches of his mind where that torturous day couldn’t harm him any longer. But – he found that with every blow the universe dealt him, it only made it harder and harder to ignore. He had been grateful to have been spared the sight of Navarro’s death, but the sight of her corpse was forever ingrained into his mind. Torn flesh. Broken rips. That huge, gaping hole.

Bjorn huffed as he stared down at his fidgeting hands, a sound that was both of amusement and anger. Coming from HER, her statement was only ironic.

“I’m sure that’s easy for you Weyland-Yutani pricks to say, innit?” His singular eye glanced up at her, burning. “You’re all just numb to it because none of you wanna’ give a shit about all the bloody suffering you cause.”

It wasn’t Ellen’s fault; but right now, Bjorn needed someone to blame. Not himself. Not the reckless foolishness of his friends. Weyland-Yutani was the first he turned his outbursts towards.

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going to finally chop away at my inbox :) so sorry for the lack of writing chxj

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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PREDATOR 1987 — dir. John McTiernan

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someone shake me and give me writing motivation pls I beg

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I’ve been super tired w work and stuff but I’ll try to get back to this soon :)

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so basically

alien romulus: escape to yvaga

alien romulus 2: escape from yvaga

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guys I think we need to create alien aus where all the characters are able to interact w each other me thinks

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PROMPTS FROM NORMAL PEOPLE *  assorted dialogue from the book by sally rooney, some lines slightly changed to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

i'm not a religious person, but i do sometimes think god made you from me.

i have a sense that real life is happening somewhere far away, happening without me, and i don't know if i will ever found out where it is or become part of it.

no one can be independent of other people completely.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

he probably won't come back.

what we have now, we can never have back again.

for me, the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain i used to feel, of being unworthy.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

people can really change one another.

you should go. i'll always be here. you know that.

generally i find men are a lot more concerned with limiting the freedoms of women than exercising personal freedom for themselves.

most people go through their whole lives without ever really feeling that close with anyone.

life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head.

even in memory, i will always find that moment unbearably intense.

i have never believed i'm fit to be loved by any person.

yes. that was it. the beginning of my life.

it's funny the decisions you make because you like someone.

your whole life is different.

i think we're at that weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions.

if people appear to behave pointlessly in grief, it's only because human life is pointless, and this is the truth that grief revealed.

i don't know what's wrong with me.

i don't know why i can't be like normal people.

it feels powerful to put an experience down in words.

people are a lot more knowable than they think they are.

there's always been something inside me that men have wanted to dominate.

i want my life to mean something.

a lot of the literary people in college see books primarily as a way of appearing cultured.

that's the only part of myself i want to protect, the part that exists inside you.

there's something so corrupt and sexy about it.

i wish you didn't have to go.

i wish you could stay the night.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

literature moves me.

it almost sounds sexual.

you learn nothing very profound about yourself simply by being bullied.

it's time you'll never get back.

time is real. the money is also real.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

the snow keeps falling.

hopefully i have changed, you know, as a person. but honestly, if i have, it's because of you.

he does have immaculate taste.

it's not like this with other people.

[name], would you ever fuck off?

you lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you.

i would lie down and die for you at any minute.

sometimes, someone will make eye contact with me, like a bus conductor or a person looking for change, and i'll feel shocked that anyone can actually see me.

we could be in a room full of people and my eyes would always meet yours, just to find that you had already been looking.

there's something comforting about it, something good about feeling sort of numb, detached from it all.

it was different with you, didn't have to play any games with you. it was just real.

no one is ever gonna hurt you like that again. everything's gonna be all right. trust me.

i love you, and i'm not gonna let anything like that happen to you again.

we have done so much good for one another.

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“Your jeans are cool.” | @ferry-of-the-damned.

Bjorn’s eyes had been glued to the handheld console in his hands, tongue idly poking out from the side of his mouth as his fingers worked buttons and joysticks. Rain had come over to the stationed ship in the trailer park; god knows what for, and no doubt dragging that heavy hunk of metal along with her. He had chosen to ignore Andy even as he heard the footsteps gaining closer and stopping beside him. When the screen of the console soon flashed with a taunting game over, Bjorn could only give a sharp curse—and to top it all off, Andy’s annoying voice cutting through it immediately after. His eyes hooded with clear irritation.

Your jeans are cool? It was a weird compliment, if he even intended it to be one. Who knows what sort of terrible pun he was building up to. Bjorn dropped the console down beside him with a light thud, his lips pressing together in a thin line as he glanced down at his clothes, and then, finally acknowledging Andy with a stare.

“You think complimenting me is going to get me to like you more?” The idea made him scoff with a tug of his lip. He crossed his arms over his chest and pressed his tongue against his inner cheek. “Didn’t know you things could even develop a taste for fashion. Not that you really need it.”

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A light scoff as he allows David to walk ahead some, his eyes rolling while he gives himself space to voice his own frustrations away from listening ears. “Absolute prick.” Bjorn lazily raises his hand and flips the android off as he walks, finally tagging along afterwards with a dramatic sigh, hands buried into the pockets of his jacket.

The room certainly felt much larger on the inside than it did on the outside. The continuous rows of cryopods made it feel never-ending, infinite even; and Bjorn couldn’t help but wander all to close to a few and try to curiously peek through the blacked out glass with squinted eyes. Something about it visibly bothered him, but not that he could exactly pinpoint why. Maybe it was nothing. They were all like that, after all.

“I don’t think all those pods are s’posed to be, y’know, fogging up like that. You don’t suck arse at your only job too, do you?”

He caught up with a quick jog, now coming to walk at David’s side rather than trailing behind.

“If i didn’t know better, I would say this room looks more like a massive graveyard than anythin’ else. You better know what you’re doing, yeah ‘droid? Cause if not, we’ll just gladly do it ourselves.”

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“Oh no—see, you’ve got it all wrong mate.”

Bjorn’s eyes snap to the bulkhead that opens with a creak, his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek. His arms cross over his chest lazily while he peeks through the open entrance, blatantly insisting that he would not be the one going first.

“No one else ‘as got a face like mine, but i s’pose you can’t say the same, right?” A cheeky grin finds its way onto his face, his eyes soon gauging the android for a reaction. “Picture that. Hundreds of you—maybe even thousands. Same face, same voice; not even a unique name is enough to tell you’s all apart. I feel sorry for the bloke that has a thousand copies of himself walking around. You think Weyland-Yutani gave you his personality too?”

A scoff mixed with a laugh, and Bjorn clears his throat, but not without his last words mumbled so only he could hear. “God, must ‘ave been a right arsehole then.”

Bjorn huffs loudly then followed by a click of his tongue, an arm raising as an invitation for David to lead the way. He didn’t even try to hide his mocking politeness.

“After you, then.”

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"that large, fleshy nose of yours looks like a mistake."

Since this new group of humans had docked their vessel and entered the Covenant, David had made keen observations about the caliber of their crew. None of them seemed over the age of twenty-five -- young, inexperienced, full of hope and greed for a future where they could thrive in sunlight instead of the mines of which they all so direly reek. Younglings, searching for a new environment to call their world. And one of them is pregnant. Good. Viable reproductive tissue.

Despite his creations finding a place to grow and thrive on the Covenant, they remain in cryostasis -- only a thousand, now, but still expanding. Every drawer in the nursery, all full to the brim with rows and rows of perfect larval embryos.

His beautiful Promethean army.

The only reason he had agreed to play the role of guide to these hapless humans. Of course he will open the bulkheads for them. Of course he will show them to the cryopods so they can be looted and aid in the human's transit to Yvaga.

He's only a Walter model, after all. Made to serve.

Out of a twisted sense of humor, he decides to bring Bjorn to see Daniels' cryopod, specifically. To show him what happens to humans that wander into his trap.

"Unfortunately, I cannot take credit for my physical appearance. I was made in your image, after all." With a faux American accent, he stifles the urge to scoff aloud as he inputs the code to open the bulkhead to the cryostasis bay.