#Alien Convergence

[tachvintlogic]

Humans are a bad influence

Human: It really is an amazing coincidence...

Ztsaxhi: Hey guys, the food replicator glitched out and gave me way more food than it should. Want some? It's kind of like human "chips."

Käfavayarlop: Is it safe for my species?

Ztsaxhi: Let me check... no poisons but...oh damn, the food guide says it has capsaicin that's painful for you. Sorry.

Human: Ooh, Let me have some then!

Ztsaxhi: Go ahead.

Käfavayarlop: But wait, weren't we just saying that Käfavayarlopen and humans have weirdly similar taste buds—

Human *bites into chip*: Wow! Hggh, that is— REALLY spicy! You were not kidding about capsaicin.

Ztsaxhi: Are you okay?

Human: Fine! It's actually good, I swear. *eats the rest of the chip*

Käfavayarlop: Your face is turning red.

Human: Yeah, capsaicin does cause pain, that's the spiciness, but it's a good kind of pain. It adds to the flavor. *takes another chip*

Ztsaxhi: So "spiciness" is just pain?

Human: Kind of. It's—It's an acquired taste.

Käfavayarlop: ...I want to try.

Ztsaxhi: No!

Human: Let them! Though I will warn you this is not beginner friendly.

Käfavayarlop: *bites* Sacred Gonork! My mouth is on fire!

Human: You good?

Käfavayarlop: No. *takes another bite*

Ztsaxhi: No, don't keep eating it!

Käfavayarlop: But it's good.

Human: Is bovine milk safe for them? We probably need it.

Ztsaxhi: I'll check, yes it is. Wait, is this what all those jokes about humans pairing Ztsaxhi cuisine with milk are about?

Human: Yeah, it helps with the pain.

Ztsaxhi: Why would you even eat food that hurts you?

Human and Käfavayarlop: It's an acquired taste.

[periperson]

How it feels every time a new bit of world building drops in Wonderlust:

[milkywayes]

linger

[cireks]

Giluk. Specializes in pursuing prey in-between roots, rocks and other cavities.

Good reminder that the various creatures of this worldbuilding don't belong to any Earth taxon, as the world is not Earth. Despite possible similarities there are no mammals, reptiles, etc.

[panvani]

I don't know. I've been very alexithymic lately.

[jezamine-420]

Halloween 2024

Meow Wolf Convergence Station; Numina and Ossuary Worlds

[augustine-king]

Gleeb Comic #5

Sorry for the late post, it's been a very busy week for me, but I'll always do my best to put more gleebs on the internet!

[icarus2land]

Alien Stage x Converge crossover AU

[I AM NOT AFFILIATED WITH CONVERGE OR VIVINOS]

[dexaroth]

man, the amount of mental gymnastics you have to use to justify an alien species that is just your average furry. like, just by replacing humans it falls apart bc youd evolve a totally different society and stuff bc ur literaly a different animal. then if you try to make them aliens, why are they so similar to earth species anyways?? raaaagh i think im way too stupid for worldbuilding but im Also way too stubborn to give this up. how r u gonna have ur ocs interacting without a fucking setting!!!

[krtart]

Art Fight 2023 | 07 - Curious

...This may or may not end well for everyone involved.

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A revenge on @ikrutt for an absolutely lovely drawing of Fithri!

Decided to toss Skitter at Adreas and Morkant. Adreas and Morkant belong to @ikrutt, while Skitter is my own character. :)

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[Image Description: Adreas, a short fluffy orange bipedal alien with a small muzzle and a long spiny tail, and Morkant, a bulky quadrupedal alien with smooth blue skin and a tusked snout, look out over the edge of a sandstone cliff towards where an atmospheric entry pod has crashed in the desert. Skitter, a very large centipede-like alien with four long arms, lies asleep near the pod, sheltering in the meager shade. End ID.]

[allaboutherock2011]

UK PUNK LEGENDS INSTIGATORS RETURN CONFIRMED TO PLAY REBELLION FESTIVAL AUGUST 8TH AND MORE!

Hot on the heels of the news that UK anarcho punk favourites Instigators are set to reform this coming August for the first time in thirty years when they play Rebellion Festival in Blackpool, the band have now announced a new 12” EP to be released August 15th via Sanctus Propaganda.  Featuring two original recordings initially released in 1987 as one of the most intense, melodic, and pissed off…

[thesecondspell]

07 May 2025 ~ Pluto

It's National Space Day, and this is Pluto. Like Selene, Pluto finds Earthlings fascinating. But not in the same appreciative way Selene does.

Pluto thinks we're a strange bunch. He does not care for our elaborate seasonal rituals, our imaginary financial systems, our structured cultural calendars.

There is only The Omniscient Horizon, The Cosmic Convergence, and The Luminous Totality.

However - as he is still currently [regrettably] tethered to this physical dimension - he also enjoys humouring us and our pointless distractions we insist are universally important. And, so, he comes bearing gifts of inanimate crystalline structures to fulfil our groundless desires for sentimental entanglement.

[free-range-writing-prompts]

Three People.

Somewhere in the world, there is a person who has exceptionally vivid dreams, but afterwards cannot recall all the details of them.

Somewhere else in the world, there is a second person, who, if ever told about the dreams of the first person, will realize that their own dreams are of the exact same place, and would be able to fill in the details that the first person can't recall (but would recognize if reminded)

Somewhere entirely else in the world, there is at least one person, who, if the first two people ever compared their dreams, and if this third person heard about the experience... would be absolutely certain that it is evidence of alien abduction, even if (and especially if) the dreams happened at completely different times... and even if the place in the dreams does not contain anything at all that would suggest a different world, has no evidence of advanced (or even any) technology, and no signs of any form of non-human beings, or even any living creature. That third person would still be absolutely convinced that the only explanation possible MUST be alien abduction.

Because really... what other explanation could there be?

What other explanation is there?

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

Ok i know it’s dumb as hell and means absolutely nothing, but one of my least favourite popular tumblr jokes is that one about a salmon getting all freaked out because we named the colour salmon after it’s flesh. It just hits my biology pet peeve so hard bc i hate it when people assign human morals and values to animals. I hate it even more if they’re INACCURATE ones. The majority of animals are opportunistic cannibals. Fish eat other fish. Toss some chum in the water and it looks like it’s in a rolling boil. A salmon would not be freaked out that we devour it’s flesh on a regular basis, because they would gladly eat each other if the opportunity presents itself. I went to a salmon farm on the south island once, and one of the gimmicks was you could catch your own fish (it was as fun as shooting fish in a barrel–or rather a large, enclosed pond, but you get the picture). You toss in a handful of feed pellets and nothing happens. Absolute silence. I dropped it right on top of a passing fish and it gave me the stink-eye. If i was prone to anthropomorphising i’d say one could almost sense their fishy disdain. Some guy gave us a piece of salmon to use as bait, and the instant that piece of flesh hit the water it was like a bomb had gone off. Every single fish in a ten meter radius converged on that single point and fought each other for the chance to devour their brethren. The hook was in the water for 3.5 seconds on average. If a salmon was cognisant enough to talk, it’s main beliefs would be DEVOUR. FEAST. FLESH. FLESH. FLESH.

Also while we’re on the topic, the life process of a salmon is so utterly alien and unthinkable to a human, the ‘being eaten’ part would rank so low on their list of Fucked Up Shit it’s not even worth talking about. you hatch in a river with no parents, no name, and no one to guide you or tell you who you are. You simply am. your mother laid up 10,000 eggs, but you are one of the 15% who hatched. You and your siblings were born to die, only a scant handful will reach maturity. When you’re big enough, an unknown force tells you GO TO THE OCEAN. You don’t know why. Hell, you don’t even know what the ocean is, but you don’t have a choice in the matter, your body has already changed so much that you can’t survive in freshwater any longer, if you don’t leave your nursery, you will die. You spend 1-7 years in the ocean, swimming the length of the continental united states of america (as far as alaska), until one day the unknown force tells you IT IS TIME and it tells you to retrace your steps (fins?) and return to the SAME STREAM YOU WERE BORN IN. you do this by smell in a way that baffles the apes studying you. Your body metamorphosizes into a SUPER SEXY version of yourself. Your entire body begins to slowly deteriorate, all energy goes to swimming and your reproductive organs. Getting eaten by a bear would be the kindest, cleanest death at this stage. You travel up rivers by swimming against the current, jumping small waterfalls, ect. If you’re one of the survivors who successfully mates, then your life ends here. You spend your last 15 days in the river you were born in, mating as much as possible if you’re male, or guarding your clutch of eggs if you're female, until your body slowly disintegrates. Maybe you find this horrific. Maybe you find this peaceful and satisfying. Getting named after a colour is low on your list of cares rn.

[echidnana]

it is pretty weird being over 30 episodes into a series and still having barely any idea of what's going on

[fanaroff]

Dp x DC Prompt: Space Like An Ocean

An alien had taken up residence outside of the Watchtower. Its first appearance immediately started a panic with most of the heroes that could survive in space converging on the station to see whether it was friend or foe. In the end, it did not seem either.

In fact, it seemed fine with just basking and napping wrapped around parts of the Watchtower that made up the outside. It wasn’t the size of the Watchtower, but off and on it was a very near thing.

Humanoid, yet distinctly inhuman. White whispy hair sat atop its head, pointed ears, and the only feature that could be made out of its face were two bright green glowing eyes. A color that sent Batman into a research frenzy. Its skin was void-dark. Almost looking as if a piece of space itself had separated from the cosmos and took and almost snake-like form. Or maybe an eel?

The most notable thing about the creature were its injuries. Multiple lacerations covered it, leaking a green that never touched the Watchtower and seemed to evaporate not long after leaving its body. Any silent attempts to collect it for study and to figure out what it was were met with emotionless green eyes and a bare hint of fang. They backed off quickly.

Flash liked to call it a mer-eel. “Cause it’s got an almost human torso, two arms, and the rest just kind of curls up!”

Wonder Woman was unimpressed with this. “That would suggest it is more like a naga.”

To which Green Lantern replied, “No, no, he’s right. There’s an almost white fin-like bit that goes down the tail like an eel’s does.”

Any more attempts to identify the creature led to nothing and soon the “eel” became a silent fixture of the Watchtower.

It was ages later when Zatanna entered the Watchtower to discuss a completely non-connected case when she stumbled immediately upon leaving the Zeta Tube and had to lean against a wall, breathing heavily.

“Something feels like Death.” Was all she could get out before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she dropped to the ground. She wouldn’t wake up, dead asleep. Immediate worry all around lead to Justice League Dark being contacted in full.

Constantine with Deadman in tow were ultimately the ones to solve the mystery. It took but a moment for Deadman to be seen thanks to Constantine’s “magic” and awe was the first thing apparent on his face. Deadman didn’t even need to leave the Watchtower to know what it was.

“Oh,” he whispered like a prayer. “So that’s where he goes when he takes a break.”

Queue questioning.

“He” turned out to be Phantom, the Ghost King who had apparently decided the Watchtower was a perfect basking spot. Confusion was abound at this.

“No, see,” Deadman tried to explain. “He has two Obsessions and the Watchtower feeds into both. Heroes who protect, as he is a protector spirit himself and probably feels a kinship, and space.”

Constantine and Deadman explained as best as they could, but when the questions finally settled, the last was “Why isn’t Constantine affected like Zatanna? Why aren’t the rest of them affected like Zatanna?”

“That’s easy!” Deadman piped. “None of you are attuned to death magic! I’m a ghost, he’s my King. Zatanna is a magician with experience in most magics. And Constantine doesn’t own enough of his soul to feel the death!”

In the end, a request from Deadman was all it took for things to change. With barely a rumble, Phantom pulled himself from the Watchtower and drifted far enough away for his aura to no longer affect Zatanna. The heroes could only watch in awe as the eel-like god returned to the open ocean of space.

Addition:

There were a giant green eyes observing the conference room. Every hero inside was frozen in place, staring back at the eyes and trying their best not to move a muscle. Phantom had moved from atop the station. Phantom had acknowledged them. Phantom was staring at them from a window of the Watchtower.

No one knew why he was there. Just that suddenly he was. The bright green lighting the entire room with its shine was the only warning they got. They stared. He stared.

Slowly, he moved. A hand-shape pointed with a claw. They were confused. The hand made a pointing motion again.

The table?

Ah. Several shards of kryptonite sat on the table. The topic of the discussion as someone had somehow gotten ahold of the shards and used them against Superman. They needed to know who supplied them.

The hand pointed again.

Why did Phantom want the shards?

Apparently, it wasn’t up to them to question as the pointing hand phased into the room, palm up. Waiting. No one moved for a moment until a white narrowed slit formed in Phantom’s eyes.

Green Lantern was quick to grab the shards (Batman made a token protest, those were his damn it) and placed them in the palm. He shivered as his finger brushed the skin, ice cold washing up and down his spine.

The hand closed, retracted and approached the face. The eyes stared as a large mouth opened (fangs, sharp sharp fangs laid in green) and a tongue popped out. The shards were placed on the tongue and the mouth closed with a sharp crunch.

Phantom grinned almost smugly before he drifted away from the window and back to the top of the Watchtower.

“Did- Did Phantom just ask for a snack?”