#Alien Prometheus

[inmymagnetoera]

If I had a nickel for every time Michael Fassbender played the role of a man with a obvious pregnancy kink I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's strange it happened twice.

[galileosyeast]

the guy next to me in class saw me draw this and said it was funny

[tinymintywolf]

i like him a normal amount

[david-shaw]

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw & David 8 | PROMETHEUS (2012)

[silversteampunk]

If I had a nickle for every time I encountered a piece of media with a synthetic lifeform who is unloved by their creator and acquires a powerful alien baby despite their inability to procreate, I'd have two nickles....

[saucefunk]

david

[space-blue]

Prometheus text post memes, David 8 focused because we all know he's the real protagonist here. Covenant memes here

[potatosonnet]

Colored the David 8 sketch & some

Inktober/sketchtober/restober(all the missing days :D )

[count-geekula]

I need them together again, kissing.

[viviianae]

David

[bananakinskywaxxer]

does this fandom even exist anymore

[spockvarietyhour]

Prometheus (2012) directed by Ridley Scott

[galileosyeast]

i really liked romulus so much that i drew more xenomorphs

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the best part about drawing them is i just make up the anatomy cus idk what they actually look like

[tinymintywolf]

blorbovember day 2: newest

im already behind on my own art challenge because i spent way too long on this one!!!! he makes me so ill i hate this wretched synthetic

[david-shaw]

David takes care of Dr. Shaw. He's so kind :)

[midala-of-the-valley]

Your Heart Pulling Against Mine - pt 1

David 8 x Reader Words: 854 The Prologue is here Crossposted on Ao3 a/n: This chapter got an overhaul after the prologue was added

Neither of you really knew how you ended up like this, but there you were, lying on your bed with your head resting on David’s lap, gazing up at him. His posture was too straight and stiff to seem comfortable, but he probably didn’t really have to deal with such problems as back pain.

The silence between you was interrupted only by the faint sound of an old movie playing in the background - one of your childhood favorites. It was the movie’s soundtrack that had drawn him here in the first place. While on his security tour of the ship, he had heard that you were still awake, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. Too curious to ignore it. Too curious about you since you had spoken to him in the gym hall.

He knocked. You let him in. He asked if there was anything he could do to help you sleep, and a few minutes later, you had ended up like this - wrapped in your blanket, your head resting on his thighs. You’d said it was hard for you to fall asleep alone.

What a strange situation. And human.

His silvery eyes met yours as you both studied each other, trying to understand one another. He was the first to speak. “Miss, are you sure you’re comfortable like this?” he asked, gesturing towards your current position. But what he really meant was, ‘Why are you comfortable with me?’

He wasn’t used to humans wanting him close, wanting to touch him. Being kind.

You just nodded, offering a small smile. “I’m sure, David. But are you comfortable? You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. I’d understand.” He reacted quickly, not wanting to lose this moment of contact. He nodded a bit too eagerly. “Yes, this is perfectly fine, Miss.”

The minutes passed. You turned your attention back to the screen, watching a plot you knew word for word unfold while absentmindedly drumming your fingers on his knee. David, on the other hand, barely noticed the movie. He was fixated on you, many thoughts running through his system.

Why were you so relaxed with him? Why hadn’t you sent him away? Told him no or just asked for some medication? Why had you invited him further into your personal space?

The rest of the crew was distant, some even rude, but here you were, lying with your head on his legs, treating him as if he were another human - a friend, even.

He didn’t dare to move, afraid that any sudden action might break the moment, that you’d change your mind, that you would realize he was just a Synthetic and order him out of your room. His father sometimes touched his shoulder, patting him as if he really saw him as his son, not just his creation. Meredith only grabbed his clothes to threaten him, avoiding his body as if it were filth, as if touching his skin would give her the plague.

“David, I can feel you staring a hole into my skull,” you muttered, turning your head to face him. His gaze was indeed fixed on you. “Why?” was his simple question, making your brows knit together in confusion. “Why what?” You didn’t know about his inner conflict. “You treat me as if you like being around me.”

That made you sit up - the one thing he didn’t want to happen. But he kept his hands still by his side, unwilling to overstep. What he didn’t expect was your hand gently cupping his cheek. Your hand lingered there, your thumb brushing lightly over his artificial skin. It was colder than yours but felt just as real.

“That’s because I do like being around you, David. I’m sorry. You must feel awful with your father saying such things about you. I don’t see you that way, though. I think you’re worth just as much as everyone else.”

Carefully, slowly, he leaned into your warm hand, closing his eyes for a moment to just feel you. Feel your warmth, your softness, your benevolence. And with the realization that he probably had never felt a kind touch in his entire existence, something inside you broke.

A soft “Oh” escaped your lips as you gently cradled his face with both hands. You could have sworn there was a flicker of pain in his eyes when they met yours. To you, he was as much of a person as anyone on this ship, even if no one else seemed to see him that way.

“If you want to, you can stay here with me. My bed’s big enough for two, and I don’t mind.”

And he agreed.

This time he lay down with you, sinking down into the soft mattress.

Even though he didn’t need the blanket you draped over the both of you, he appreciated the thoughtfulness. Appreciated the gentle intimacy as you snuggled up to him, letting him hold you in his arms, caressing his back with your hands.

It was the first time in months that he allowed his body to slip into standby mode.

He felt...

Human?