#scared alien

[emacrow]

The civilization trapped in an ice meteorite.

Superman, after saving the earth from another earth ending bomb, breeze through space, were glowing clouds of gas and dust known as a planetary nebula floated around aimlessly with glowing green dwarf particles as if a solar system was sucked into, but there only lays a sun and 7 planets here before before something caught his eye.

A pusling aimlessly floating ball like metorite full of frozen white ice with green dipped in the bottom in the middle of space. The pulsing glow flickers like a couple of very slow heartbeats.

Superman used his x ray vision to see inside, and what he saw immediately immediately griped the ice and speed flew over through back to the Watchtower which was not far from here.

Superman spoke in the coms of his oxygen mask to the Watchtower.

"Open the space entrance gates, and someone calls in Beatriz Da Costa. I found a floating town trapped in metorite ice with what seems civilians' insides." Superman spoke in the coms as he pushed the metorite carefully toward the watchtower, unaware of the gigantic glowing transparent being with 8 neon green eyes staring at him wrapped around the ice metorite like a Serpent to it's eggs.

[lass-us-slay]

So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (don’t remember which one) and I was bored.

So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.

So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny can’t keep his human half sustained.

So what does he do?

Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.

Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.

Because he’s a ghost, he doesn’t have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesn’t mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one ☝️

AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know it’s his!

And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes

Holy shit there’s hero’s here- you know what, why doesn’t he have hero’s back home?!

And being minorly annoyed jealous (but he’s never admitting that)he thought:

Well since there’s hero’s here already, guess I’m not needed.

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.

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Good. I’m tired af

And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. It’s fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.

It’s going great.

But Danny doesn’t realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.

And slowly but surely, Danny’s beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.

Yk because of the ectoplasm.

So now Danny’s lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!

In the form of blob ghosts.

Two actually.

They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universe’s ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.

Everything was great.

Danny was loving the trash can life style.

He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldn’t talk but that was fine.

He wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.

However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were hero’s.

Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.

But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.

He stared, they stared back.

Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:

“Don’t mind me, have a nice day!”

But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.

Which- rude.

Didn’t they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means it’s his home, so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. He’s safe as can be.

Plus.

It’s not like he’s looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!

They should mind their own business!

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Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, don’t mind me.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 113

“I seem to have been taken hostage.” Batman’s words almost had Superman panic if not for the wry tone, a tone which the others didn’t know if their freaking out was to go by. Clark sighed through the comms, tired after battle and honestly wanting to go to bed now.

“I’ll be right over, what child has latched onto you now?” He asked while switching to a more private channel. 

“I can already hear you making fun of me…” Wha- Oh. Clark bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as he took to the air. “They appear to be a pair of twins with…” 

“You gotta’ say it Bruce, you gotta’,” Clark couldn’t stop the chuckle when he saw his friend on the top of a building, cape curled around his form in a way usually reserved for the robins. 

“... with dark hair… and blue eyes…” That was it. Clark absolutely lost it in laughter. 

[joltrify]

8th year of Heatblast!!!!!!!! //

This year's came out alright! I hope to push the perspective and posing for next year :]

These are starting to get a little long to compile in one post, so you can check out last year's rendition here, lol.

some pre-redraw pyronite scribbles (eyestrain warning for the last one):

[ame-to-ame]

Happy pride. I raise you: this.

[halflifebutawesome]

hey 👽

[tripleratskill]

[iwasbored777]

His sad little face when he stops begging them to let him go... It wasn't just what they did to Maria that made him so angry, it was what they did to him too. He gave them a chance to stop before it was too late, but they didn't. This was the last straw.

[eggsoupery]

hyunaluka’s your sunflower bc this is them

a treat since chapter 8 released 🤝

[dragqueenstarscream]

man, i don't usually talk about bumblebee, but

imagine bumblebee having a difficult time recharging and coming to you for help. you join him in the garage, concerned for this poor bot. he looks somewhere between embarrassed and exhausted, optics downturned, his antennae pinned back like a sad puppy's ears. he's beeping something at you, and while outsiders might not know what he's doing, you've learned to decipher what he's trying to say by now.

grabbing a blanket to make yourself more comfortable in the cold garage, you take a seat on the hard linoleum. bumblebee curls up in the fetal position with his head on your lap. the moment his head rests on your thighs, you hear him exvent deeply, something like a relaxed sigh.

you already know how to help him relax by now. you smile as you start gently massaging his head, neck, and shoulder plating, your tiny fingers reaching spots between his seams which his thicker fingers just can't. you can always tell when you've hit a good spot by his happy little trills. as you work, you hum to him a sappy love song he plays to you on his radio whenever the two of you drive together. you have a suspicion that it's one of his favorites; his excited beeping confirms your suspicion. every once in a while, between rubbing the dust from his head vents and tracing your thumbs along his cheeks, you sneak a hand up and playfully toy with his antennae. this usually gets you a surprised crackle of static, followed by a flurry of flustered beeps. you always laugh and apologize with a kiss.

how long it takes for bumblebee to enter recharge depends on the day. sometimes it's a minute or two, sometimes it's half an hour. but either way, eventually, his optics offline, his vents whirring softly in what can only be called robotic snoring. you're careful to work yourself out from under him without letting his head thunk against the linoleum and possibly wake him up. once you're certain that he's in recharge, you gently kiss him on the cheek one more time and drape the blanket you were wearing over his still form. it's not big enough to cover him, but having something of yours there with him soothes him if he emerges from recharge after a nightmare. besides, the sight of a giant robot tucked under a blanket is cuter than words can say.

with one last whisper of, "goodnight, bumblebee. i love you," you close the garage door behind you and go to bed, ready to rejoin him in the morning.

[killthefuckinglights]

to anyone feeling down about michelle trachtenberg's tragic passing, I want to let y'all know the entire Truth or Scare series that she hosted on discovery kids in the early 2000s is free on youtube:

it's the show that got me into the paranormal as a kid, and I always thought michelle did such a wonderful job creating a creepy vibe when setting up the stories. she will be missed 😔🖤

[khr-guilded-cage]

Me: I am not fine about Ivan and Till from Alien Stage, maybe I should pick a anime from my to-watch list to chill and cheer up?

The anime I fucking pick:

[geospiral]

My Mizi analysis post and the joke post that I both made quickly after the comic was released are getting a lot of notes, but I'm a bit scared that I didn't word it well or made it seem like Mizi's personality was entirely fake when it truly wasn't.

She just exaggerated the "better" parts of herself a little that she knew others liked (her perceived innocence by others and her optimism) while hiding her "bad" feelings away so she didn't have to confront them or supposedly burden others with them. And the protecting of a Mizi that "didn’t truly exist" that I was referring to is of this exaggerated Mizi who others think has no real worries or hardships of her own. She was never trying to trick anyone or lead them on; she just wanted people to like her and eventually got sucked into always playing this persona because it became clear that she might get physically or emotionally hurt if she dropped it. EVEN WHEN she is playing this persona, she can still get hurt because the unnamed boy in the comic hits her and claims that everything she's doing is manipulative and on purpose when the truth is that Mizi can't control how others feel about her. She's truly trapped.

And then the others hid the truth about Alien Stage from her because they wanted to keep this idea of a blissfully happy Mizi alive for as long as possible when, in reality, she should have been told and not sheltered. That might be another reason she hates herself: she might believe that it's her fault they didn't tell her because they were trying to keep this idolized Mizi in their minds safe and happy for as long as possible, even though it's in no way her fault in that they did so.

[daftpatience]

previews of what's to come next week :)

[digitulworld]

ill admit the "man dressing as a woman" joke for Pleakley is outdated, but its managed to have such a positive reception that i cant understand why disney didnt bother to reframe his crossdressing as something to admire rather than mock. it wasnt even treated as anything beyond just humorous in the 2001 movie because Pleakleys flamboyant behavior wasnt what was putting the other characters off, it was because hes a little cyclops running around town trying to chase a blue dog. him not understanding gendered norms is a Given. to see earths culture and choose to explore it even at risk of coming across as odd is what hes all about. also holy shit hes an alien hes not even a guy. Pleakley and Jumba shouldve both crossdressed in the live action remake

[milkywayes]

garrus and his blackwatch goons from ->dreamt a cipher