#tiny alien

[tinydumpsterdiver]

So while I was away a few weeks before coming back here I made a new story. I was mostly writing details and things like that at first. And then just to try and be creative and get back into drawing I did some sketches. It's sort of based off a lot of things. It's a really ambitious thing that will probably be left behind at some point so I might as well share it now

This is going to be a small creative lore barf I suppose because why not.

So this little guy is Somlet! Somlet is a newly prematurely hatched infant of the Volkin species. Volkins are what they call themselves as a collective at least. "Vol-Kin" meaning children of flower. This is because the species has adapted uniquely to where their community is located to look like the local flora and fauna.

Somlet and their parent Xewt were both captured and taken by humans who are currently conducting tests on the planet to see if it is right for colonizing. (Yes its cliché) Specifically one human who is there to study animal behavior and study the most prioritized species named Ross Williams.

The reason Ross has the two of them is because while running to get to the safety of another colony, Xewt accidentally stumbled upon a human construction site. Unfortunately he had to carry his soon to hatch egg along with him. Even more unfortunate he was eventually caught by the human and taken back for further study.

This is Xewt. Xewt's name has a few meanings in his language. Smaller, Runt. Lucky to be alive. Somewhat associated with a tragic event. Usually his species will have a brilliant pattern on their outer face mandibles, but he was born without them as he was born sick and never grew past the bare minimum adult height.

The spines are sort of akin to a porcupine with the way they feel, they can also flatten or flare up as well which I also took from a porcupine. However they are extremely sharp and can slip under skin at the right angle. But usually they don't do much damage. The nose was supposed to be a lion/goat but flat. And they have large upper fangs to kill prey, since they are hunter/gatherers. Some use tools at this point. But it's usually easier to just kill with claws and jaws.

However tools are enticing because once a spine is broken it grows back extremely slow, and hurts far too much to be worth it. They are full of nerves.

Once at a mature age they will grow a pair of more delicate spines on the bottom of their face. These spines are for mating, and are usually matching but can differ.

Just more Somlet near fingers because I find the idea adorable.

These drawings are going down by the time I drew them by the way. The top was the latest and the bottom was the first official design.

These aren't all the sketches but it's all the ones that aren't just like total color/scribble nonsense

Finally here is what Ross looks like. Nothing special.

The scar is just from a previous interaction with other alien wildlife on a colony a bit before this story. Which makes him pretty cautious and distrustful of any new species no matter how friendly or 'trained' things are.

Speaking of which he is basically trying to train the aliens into being non threatening, which is basically their nature and also their communication. They communicate through a number of different ways, but a big way is body language and spine vibrations, which are both seen as 'threatening' behaviors by commanders.

Ross is sort of a Villain, turned somewhat protagonist.

Also I hate drawing space suits and space stuff it's always too complicated. I know his suit needs a major revamp but I hate drawing space suits

Here were the first doodles once I was finally done designing what Xewt would look like, again I need to redo this too.

So yeah I have a lot written down and a lot to share and this is like none of it but I don't want to yap too long.

I love these little guys and I hope this isn't too cringe

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Okay okay, so we all know the idea of like tiny aliens crashing in a humans yard. With said aliens being either a pilot who had a crash landing, or a team of scientists studying a new world. But what about an escape pod type situation.

Picture it! One day a person is just minding their business maybe they’re gardening outside or typing away at a computer when suddenly something crashes near them (Rip the window if they were inside)looking over they see a crashed alien space ship. Except it’s not slim like the movies and doesn’t even have guns on the side, at least visibly. It’s more bulky and more the size of a decent size rock, one requiring two hands at least. Anyway, a hatch opens and two small aliens step out holding strange weapons (cause ya know aliens) and they look around before seeing the human. Both sides freak out. The tiny aliens shout something back into the ship as they stand guard, but they are shaking.

The person after shaking of the shock of “holy shit aliens are real and they just ruined my roses” notices that the aliens aren’t wearing proper space suits, Nothing fancy at least, but rather normal clothing. No belts, no fancy equipment, something a more day to day person would wear; but what do they know about alien culture. Perhaps more then they think as they notice that through a few of the windows or even on the opened hatch, a few more aliens are appearing, looking out to gaze at the strange huge world they crashed on. That’s when the human figures out that this space ship isn’t for battle, transporting goods, or science. It’s most likely an escape pod, and a big one. Think ships that would transport immigrants to their new home but ya know space. That explains why the two “guards” aren’t trained, it probably wasn’t a super important ship and probably carried whatever the alien equivalent to a lower class was. Maybe this is reflected in the design of the ship, with it not being super fancy or have weapons.

Either way there are still aliens in the persons home. Maybe the human lowers themself down trying to be non-threatening towards the aliens. There’s clearly a language barrier and probably a non-verbal language barrier too. Perhaps the human decides they want to help the aliens and find out what happened. Destroyed home world? Escape of an evil Monarchy? Space Nazis? Who knows!

Somehow the aliens trust the human through very slow non-verbal communication with a few miscommunications with said communication. (How were they supposed to know that the hands up wasn’t peace but meant hungry?) Either way, the pick up the spaceship and all its passengers and puts them in a safer place. Let’s say the aliens and the human build a friendship, even though communication may not be possible, the two species learn a to understand and communicate anyway. Maybe through time the aliens and the human build a small city or settlement for all the aliens who arrived on the ship. Maybe using a pool table and a train table as a base and just slowly expanding to accommodate the growth.

Who knows what happens next. Perhaps they help the aliens rebuild their ship and fit it with a defense system, so that they can continue their journey, and maybe a few decide to stay with the human. Maybe the house is passed down from generation to generation, keeping the aliens secret until they decide it’s time to leave or simply becomes impossible due to population size. Perhaps the government gets involved and our once average human joe has to go and save all their tiny alien friends!

Just tiny aliens. Not all of them have to be scientists and pilots. Some are just people looking for a better place to live

[lestjupiter]

I tried drawing Mick alien🕴 (it don't look like)

[abbybubbls]

Shadow Generations: Dark Beginnings edit - Tiny Alien

Disclaimers for Dark Beginnings spoilers, flashing lights, and that I own absolutely NOTHING!

The Sonic brainrot has officially taken over me with this one. I began making this edit while the Dark Beginnings shorts were coming out, and I shockingly was able to finish it when the final part released! I don't think I'll ever make an edit like this ever again but I had so much FUN! I firmly believe this song was made for Shadow so I just HAD to do something with it when these shorts were releasing. AMVs should make a comeback, who thought it was a bad idea to abandon them?

(I'll also admit I don't think I'll ever upload this on YouTube because the copyright system for songs being used is completely fucked and I am NOT risking myself to deal with that)

I hope you enjoyed watching the edit! I certainly had fun making it!

[n1ghtpers0n15]

More Darcy O’dair art I made last year, it’s really just him in 7 extra outfits that I went crazy with as well as fixed up his original outfit and his physical features being the extra color in his eye and not the lack of scars, I have NO IDEA HOW forgot those I JUST found out today, ACK!

He mix and matches them when he feels like it

[sylessinq]

11 February 2025

Log: Forgive my absence, I slept 13 to 14 hours to compensate for my lack of sleep. My "weekend" passed in a blur and it appears as though my sleep schedule is fucked once more. Well.

Work: Day off, though I did continue my game "campaign" with a collection of friends for a few hours. It was entirely typed out in a 'choose your story' style, which has been incredibly fun.

Self-care: Once again, does sleeping count?

Reading: A few of my friend's online works.

Song: Tiny Alien by Katie Melua

Overall Rating: 9.3/10

-s

[puppetmaster13u]

Y'know sometimes I wonder what Ras reaction was to the Justice League. Like he practically offered Bruce the chance to be one of his generals, straight up offered for him to be his heir, and was turned down.

Do you think he's offended. Because oh, so his organization isn't good enough, but that merry band of idiots is?!

[rolex-kaard]

something something hop on freaksaken 🐺🐺🐺

[keferon]

Deadlock: “Hey, officer smartass, have you figured out a way to tell all the orange squishes apart?”

Prowl: “Yes, I have two methods of identification. The first is a spreadsheet cross referencing individual characteristics to correctly ID each human.”

Deadlock: “Example?”

Prowl: “I’ve organized all four into two intersecting categories: broad vs narrow builds and the presence or absence of a visor. For example, both Swerve and Ratchet have broad builds, and both Swerve and First Aid wear visors. Therefore, the human with both a visor and a broad build must be Swerve.”

Deadlock: “Clever. So what do you do if Swerve takes of their visor or if First Aid wears a really big coat?”

Prowl: “Then I refer to the second method of identification.”

Deadlock: “Which is?”

Prowl: “Ask Jazz.”

LMAO

Jazz: You guys really don’t see the difference between them??

Prowl: Let me show you something

Prowl: Holds Jazz up to Cybertronian eye level

[earthsparked]

You’ve never been this sick before. You’ve had tonsillitis as a kid, typical flus and colds, a memorable bout or three with bronchitis and, of fucking course, came down with covid a couple times. None of those illnesses were like this. Something has gotten inside your head.

You make a quiet noise of complaint as what feels like cold metal surrounds you, painful against your hot skin, even through the blanket wrapped around you. You feel so cold, but you’re sweaty and dizzy. The world isn’t right. Everything’s too big and bright and moving wrong. Your head’s stuffed full of cotton and you’re not thinking right. And there’s a voice you don’t know, rich and deep, with a strange modulation to it you can’t place.

Sorry, little one, but your internal temperature is creeping past the danger zone for your species with no signs of stopping. Much higher and you’re risking processor damage. Don’t be afraid, we’re going to help you.

A machine sort of noise and rush of air, with a very quiet addition you don’t quite catch. I hope.

You are too sick to do much of anything except feel horribly confused, weak, and cold. You flinch away from the light, its brightness like ice picks into your head. There’s another voice snapping something about photosensitivity, dim the slagging lights. The brightness fades, but even in the dim twilight you don’t really want to open your eyes. Everything hurts. You just want to go home.

There’s a hushed argument, and then something very large moves over you. In your delirium it registers as if you’re swimming deep underwater, and a pod of whales has come to say hello.

‘S illegal. Getting me in trouble…caught. You’re mumbling to the whales. You’re not ever supposed to approach wildlife. Even if you always dreamed of meeting them.

That rumbling voice sounds so tired, so sad, that you feel bad for it.

Are they conscious? Are they trying to communicate with us?

A pause. The other voice speaks. There’s a sense of something big hovering directly over you. You can feel it somehow, even with your eyes closed, like feeling a current in the ocean.

No, I don’t think so. Their brain activity is alarming compared to baseline. But who in the Pit knows? Organic processors are a mess to begin with, let alone one infected with something this species has never encountered before.

A big blue whale-song, mournful. We never should have come here. What have we done, Ratchet?

The other, more gruff voice. Also sounding tired. We couldn’t have known that the debris brought a contagion planetside until it happened. Don’t panic just yet, Prime. So far, they’re the only one directly exposed. We got them in quarantine as soon as Nurse Darby realized something was wrong beyond the usual illnesses. It was just bad luck they happened to come across the contamination before we could clean it all up. There’s no reason to believe it can jump from human to human yet.

There’s a pause, and the first voice is even quieter.

Will they live?

There’s more motion. Beeping noises. You must be in a hospital. Yes, you remember that much. Going into the ER late one night after the Tylenol wouldn’t touch your fever, which had come on suddenly.

I can’t make promises, you know that. I don’t know much about this contagion. I didn’t even know it could behave this way in organics when it’s harmless to us.

He sounds frustrated.

But I was fine, the groggy thought drifts up from the depths of your mind. Everything is slow and dark and cold, a thousand fathoms deep.

I was fine, I went out doing my volunteer work. And then I got sick.

You don’t remember meeting your doctors. There might have been an ambulance…you think? Flashing lights, sirens. A woman’s worried voice, low, as she adjusted the IV in your arm. It’s what is making you feel so cold, you decide, and with all your frail strength begin trying to grab and wrench it out.

An immediate shuffle around you, and the grumpy whale reaches out and stops you. You push weakly at its rubbery flipper. It’s a whale, a humpback whale you think. You have about as much chance of moving it as you do lifting an ambulance.

Eh-eh-eh! None of that, now. You pull that out and neither of us will enjoy me trying to put it back in. Optimus, hand me the - yes, thank you.

You whimper softly and cry out as you find you can’t move. There’s things touching you - seaweed, wires, tangling you. Everything’s cold.

There. Sorry, human, but we can’t have you hurting yourself. …why am I even talking to them, they’re not going to remember any of this.

You huff and decide very hard to remember this just because you were told you wouldn’t. You forget a minute later what it was you were trying to remember, and start thrashing around against the seaweed. The beeping gets louder, more painful.

Can’t ever make anything easy, can you?

What are you doing?

I’m going to use the medication June left to sedate them.

But didn’t she say that could -

Yes, but - well, look at them!

Look at who? You wonder, as you fight off the tangling seaweed. You should find the surface. You need to breathe. You’re starting to feel scared. You can’t breathe.

The humpback whale is distressed. Somehow you can feel it, you know it. If they were a mech I could put them in stasis, keep them from suffering like this. This is cruel, Optimus. I - I don’t know.

He sounds defeated, angry. So tired. You reach out past the seaweed to try and pet him, because if the whales are going to insist on hanging out, you might as well earn that huge fine for touching the wildlife. Your sensitive palm makes contact with cold, hard skin, almost like it’s absorbed all the ice in the ocean. There’s a feeling of surprise, and silence, and then something crashes like a wave in the distance. There are big booming sounds. Those waves slamming into rocky, echoing caverns.

Watch them a moment. I’m going to consult with June. Do not let them tear that IV out. Comm me if their breathing gets worse.

The big blue whale is back, filling in the absence of the humpback. It catches your hand in its massive flipper, then brushes your wet hair out of your face. You had always heard whales were impossibly gentle despite their enormous size. You hadn’t quite imagined they could be this dexterous, though.

I’m sorry this happened to you. You did nothing wrong. You and so many other innocents, harmed because of us.

You squeeze his flipper, you think, but things are getting very hazy.

Please live. There is so much more to the universe that you deserve to get to see. I don’t know if you can hear me, but don’t give up.

His voice, even full of pain deep as the bottom of the sea, is comforting. You don’t want him to be so sad. But that’s what whalesong always is, isn’t it?

The humpback comes back. He’s doing something with the IV. You had no idea whales knew how to do that. You didn’t know they could be white and red, either. Don’t tell Ahab.

June says to increase the dosage and keep giving fluids. The tests she’s running show this formulation should drive out the infection, but…

But?

…but not without…impacts.

What kind of impacts? …Ratchet?

We can’t be sure. This is all highly experimental, Prime, we’re working off of practically nothing. June thinks it’s doing something to their central nervous system. We don’t know what, yet. It’s going to be a race to see what gives in first: the infection, or their vital systems.

A rumble, contemplative. At least they seem to have calmed. Their heart rate is down to almost normal.

For now. A pause. If they recover, we can’t keep this one. Fowler can find somewhere to stash them, I’m sure.

Silence.

Oh, for - Optimus! We’re not running a xeno-zoo!

Let us wait and see if that is even a conversation we will need to have, old friend.

Disgruntled feelings like poprocks in your mind.

…fine. Oh.

Oh?

Their fever has come down two-tenths of a point. That’s a start in the right direction. Let’s get that oxygen mask on and see if it helps. Of all the gasses to breathe, they had to pick one of the most flammable. Who even designed this fragging species? I want a word with them.

The whales are singing, and you decide it’s not so scary down here, after all. It reminds you of that song. You wheeze out a few words.

Beyond th’ sea, somewhere…waiting…

Hush. Rest, now. Big blue, biggest animal ever on earth. And for some reason, it cares about you.

You fall asleep under a blanket of seaweed, and eventually the ocean doesn’t feel so cold. You’re part of a pod, swimming slowly compared to them, but swimming all the same. And at least you’re not alone down in the dark. Maybe when you wake, you’ll get to see them breach the surface, leaping into the warmth of the sun. Maybe you’ll get to leap with them.

[randomtheidiot]

Pretty much every other species of domesticated animal is easy to explain, such as cows and sheep being livestock, horses being a mode of transport and cats scaring away pests, but if aliens aver visited, I wonder how we'd explain to them that the reason we have dogs is because we competed with wolves for resources due to filling the same niche of large, pack hunting persistence predator, but then we decided to be hunting partners instead, even though wolves were large, dangerous and hard to manage.

[ctrlzxoo]

kid ivan may be smaller than kid till, but what if ivan is the fastest kid in the garden

[frownyalfred]

There’s been lots of great posts about Clark flying to the Batcave when he’s injured or needs help because he trusts Bruce at a certain level that defies even the worst of panic, but imagine that instinct getting all twisted around and now Clark flies Lois to the Cave every time she does anything worse than give herself a paper cut.

Lois accidentally inhales a tiny bit of Joker gas on assignment in Gotham and a panicked Superman flies her straight into Bruce’s Cave, sets her on Bruce’s desk (goodbye, carefully organized samples for the sewer case) and says “Help!”

Lois is rolling her eyes. Clark looks despondent. Bruce takes a breath, nods, and snaps on a pair of gloves.

[loonbuggy]

[snowthedemonfox]

@smallpwbbles i had the stupid thought of these two interacting and had to draw it. (excuse the low quality its 2am and im running on 5 hours of sleep)

plus i just wanted an excuse to draw tiny jax and alien jax on the same page lol :3

[n1ghtpers0n15]

Okay somebody asked nicely( @icarussmicarus )so here’s a semi-old oc that drew a year ago

Y’all ain’t gonna get to much lore about them though, just basically how she got on the (very unnamed) ship in the first place, cause 1: that would probably be spoiler-y for a story that would happen way later, and 2: I didn’t put to much thought into the lore of their past or childhood, (still a w.I.p) but hey maybe I’ll make up something as I write this, who knows, not me! Anyways-

Aviva Arun

Aviva was in a chrysalis state under a shrub that her cocoon fell off of after becoming too heavy and was later found by someone who mistook the cocoon for a pretty stone who later traded her for herbs from the market’s herbalist, who then sold her for a small price since they had no use for the pretty “paperweight”

The person who bought her got pickpocketed later by the captain’s younger brother, who tossed her to the captain, who gave her to their first mate. Baby wasn’t even walking about, yet they were travelin’!

Back on the ship, the first mate had just tossed the chrysalis into a drawer and when she was about to close it, she noticed the “stone” seemed to be pulsing which weirded the absolute hell outta the first mate cause ya know, rocks do NOT do THAT- and they definitely have a weird spike repeatedly poking out of them

After stabbing the cocoon from the inside for a good few seconds the basically reborn noodle baby was back out into the world, and immediately not wanting to be in it after seeing the giant pair of eyes looking down at her in shock bolting to the back of the drawer. The first mate didn’t wanna accidentally kill it trying to grab it so she just left the smol in the open drawer and decided to check on it later since she has things to do, she told the captain when she got the chance and the duo decided to keep it around since the tiny critter wasn’t hurting anything by being there

By the way they had not a clue that she was a sapient (I think that’s the right word) child and not a newborn critter, didn’t even question how she seemed to be easier to handle

The first mate as well as some of the crew that were nearby were the first to find out when the cook offered the smol a piece of fruit to which the excited noodle squeaked “FRUIT!” and repeated the word till she got the fruit slice, everyone kinda just stopped and turned for a moment since everyone thought the wiggly thing on the first mates shoulder was a small animal and not a small PERSON. They still kept her though since the crew grew fond of the tiny noodle, there was no way the captain was leaving somewhere, the first would rather sell her own fingers than give her up, and to be honest would an orphanage really take someone in THAT small?

So yeah kept her, gave her an actual name since at first they were all just calling her Wiggles, stopped treating her like a critter and treated her like a person cause that’s what she was, just tiny, the cook’s made her some ponchos, not that she really needed them but he just wanted to make em and she liked what he made so he just never stopped making em, really he does it whenever he gets a chance, it’s a new hobby. She gets shoulder rides almost all day mostly on four specific people, the first mate, the captain, captain’s brother, and the cook, usually the captain since that seemed to be the safest.

When she got older Aviva started wandering around the ship wanting to map it out from a different perspective, course she didn’t do that alone at first, one of the crew mates who was also a tiny person helped make sure she didn’t get lost until she memorized the place, the first mate wasn’t sure about this at first but the captain convinced her that the noodle child would be fine and if they did try to “box her in” the kid would probably find a way to explore anyway, she’s an adventurous lil smol. However she is not to leave the captain’s cabin during raids for a very good reason that Aviva is not aware of, she was told it was a just a trade but she wasn’t really told why she couldn’t be out at those times, she tries not to question it too much though since she was forced to promise not to leave the cabin during raids.

She didn’t really do much on the ship, Aviva kinda just lives there, the only chores she does have is helping the cook retrieve any eggs from the shikiis (a weird alien chicken) or pushing the right ingredients towards him, he doesn’t need help with either of these things but it gives Aviva something to do. She offered to help out the doc too, they said she wouldn’t like what she saw

Fun fact: The captain and first mate DID NOT approve of the shikii egg chore, since those birds are bigger than Aviva and they, were, MEAN, the only reason it’s being allowed is because the cook was right there with her and he was the only person that those feathered jerks seemed to respect or fear

Another fun fact: Aviva’s favorite stones are rubys and pearls and she use’s earrings as pins (I had no reason to say this I just wanted to throw it out there) also her last name came from the captain and first mate

More stuff I forgot to add: The captain and first mate are extremely wary about taking her to places, especially markets since it’s highly possible that someone would swipe Aviva off someone’s shoulder and run, so she’s always on captain when their on planet, specifically either her hat or on the inside of the coat collar behind her hair, which is probably the best choice since the captain’s like 8 feet with a few inches to spare, doesn’t mean they’re not still cautious though

In the picture above she’s 14 years old and she’s 9 inches in length, when upright she’s (probably) 4 inches in height, she’s of an unnamed tiny salamander species that seemed to evolve like an insect from what the doc figured out but they’re unsure if she’ll evolve again