#Alien visitor

[michaelise]

I know most of us think Stevie Nicks = Fleetwood Mac, but don't miss out!!

[bc-byron]

Interstellar Pitstop

Sometime ago in the woods I was hiking, When out of the clouds came a flash like lightning. I looked to the sky and my eyes were astounded - a saucer ship hovering, blue light surrounded! It zipped and it spun like a big shiny bee. It finally stopped, hovered right next to me. My jaw hung wide open. I couldn't believe. A craft that no human could ever conceive. It landed so softly, a smooth…

[fanofspooky]

Horror movies of 1979

[90smovies]

[jaubaius]

Close encounter with an alien

Source

[romanowork]

[seelestia]

imagine teaching wanderer Gen Z terms (maybe it's a sagau au maybe reader gets isekai'd, it's up to you lol)

"Why do 'fanatics' of mine obsess over calling me an infant?" "You see, we don't call you that in a literal sense, just think of it as a term of endearment" "Explain to me how being called a human child that could barely think for itself is considered endearing" "STOP TAKING EVERYTHING SO LITERAL-" "I HAVE BEEN GIVEN NOTHING OF CONTEXT, I'VE NO CHOICE BUT TO TAKE IT LITERALLY YOU FOOL-"

"Why do you keep telling me to kill someone after fighting? I thought murder was something you humans deem immoral" "What are you talking? I never told you to kill someone" "Are you that much of a dolt to forget how much you cheered and yelled like a lunatic after the fight" "I didn't say anything like 'Kill someone!' ?" "You repeatedly shouted at me to 'SLAY', don't tell me you're becoming an amnesiac" "That..that's not what i meant-"

maybe it's cuz of how the term "babygirl" has now been tied to Wanderer that this prompt popped into my head lol - sincerely, 👹✨ Jae <3

"babygirl, wyd?"

"what are you babbling about?"

"you know, 'w-y-d' as in 'what you do' as in 'what are you doing'? isn't that smart?"

"...get out."

"THIS IS MY TEAPOT!?"

he'd raise the living heck out of his eyebrow or frown until it stays forever stuck on his forehead whenever you use a gen z term around him. wanderer will come around to getting used (unwillingly) to your "weird" habit eventually — definitely has threatened to leave you inside a ditch at least once, but that's just one of his love languages <3

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

shaking your hand in 'the dream visitor is a haunting', so how WOULD majexatli feel waking up to see dream visitor althyran for the first time?

I think there’s so much racing through their head. Like, on the one hand they’re terrified, suddenly once again facing the man who took so much from them and who they ran away from decades ago. As much as they believe everything that happens is their fault and don't reflect on the way Althyran was manipulating them and had so much power over them, they also can’t deny that it was Althyran that very publicly blamed them for what happened to them which led to their loss of status in the circle. And losing the circle meant losing literally the only home they ever had and the only family they ever had.

So there’s that but also, seeing him after all this time suddenly throws into perspective the way their relationship wasn’t health or balanced. Because Majexatli has spent at least 2 decades now away from him and becoming their own independent person, and when they see him and instantly fall back into the way they were when they were a teen they can see how different it is. When they first was involved with Althyran, they had never had so much as a friend, let alone a partner, they had no frame of reference for what was healthy or normal back then, they had no idea that things could be different, they had no idea that things could be better, but now they do and can see just the world of difference between how they are now and who they were with Althyran.

On the other hand, though, the dream visitor first appears when Majexatli’s about to transform, when they’re feverish and nauseated and weak and he shows up to help them and. Isn’t that what Majexatli wanted? Those decades ago, when they were weak and barely hanging on after their attack? Majexatli had tried to reach out for Althyran’s hand, both when they were in the cave before the attack and when they were on a cot in the infirmary after it. But Althyran wasn’t there, he pulled away, abandoned them, ridiculed them. All Majexatli wanted was to be comforted by him, to be loved by him.

The Dream Visitor coming to save them, to help them, that’s what they always wanted from Althyran. How can they resist that? Even though they have the knowledge now to realize how what was between them wasn’t healthy and in fact was incredibly abusive and exploitative, even though they can’t help being afraid, they’ve never been able to resist Althyran as much as they hate that, and they can’t deny how much they’ve wanted him to take care of them. One of their biggest things they grapple with, is they still cling to the dreams they once had of marrying Althyran and having a family, and the fact that they cling to the belief that if they had been better or if they hadn’t been so scarred by the attack that maybe Althyran would have actually loved them.

They know it isn’t a dream, because their dreams aren’t kind, the dreams with Althyran almost never are. But it doesn’t cross their mind that it might be an ilithid trick until the next day when they hear their companions mention the dream figure and what it said to them.

I do think the next morning, they stay on their bedroll and the others go off to work on the quests. And they just lay there, awake, just unable to grapple with it all and not wanting to let the others see them like that.

[a-eo-iu]

OCtober day 1: Favorite OC! Well I do not have a single eternal favorite, but I always do find myself doodling this guy as warmups/brush tests

[the-leech-lord]

I found a petting gif generator so here’s Freddy and Willie I made if anyone cares lol

[al-xks]

Somewhere in the skys chillin' out in space, there's some alien lookin' dudes scoping out this place. With big melon heads, and beady green eyes. They got slimy suckin' tentacles that par-a-lyze!

[wetterschneider]

Before "District 9", before "E.T. the Extraterrestrial"...

A ship of alien troops from dozens of planets, drifts in space, long after their conflict ended. Their transport touches down in Brazil. They are welcomed and adopted and protected by the generous and caring community.

The humans establish a variety of relationships with the visitors, who come in all shapes and sizes.

While initially uneasy, the visitors ultimately adapt to their new lives with new friends, neighbors and families, and they find peace.

Tech deets - this series is an example of allowing the AI to generate a very large number of images, most of which are rejected. It was important to me to pick out the small handful that evoked wistful emotions and some friendly interaction. The ones that were rejected just looked like a bunch of weird Star Wars characters and moved too far from the concept.

[theslutwhoreslasher]

Willie must be protected at all costs. I love him.

[gravity-rainbow]

The experience of religious figures, gods, angels, demons, jinn, may be expressions of contact with the Visitors. Therefore, alien abduction and experiences of contact with demonic forces are cognates: they are referring to a singular experience that is described differently by different people from different backgrounds. Therefore UFOs and alien abductions are related. They may be a step or two removed from each other (we don’t understand the mechanism yet) but these otherworldly experiences derive from the same source.” Excerpt from Sekret Machines: Man

[the-badger-mole]

AU Bot Plots

This is actually a story I've been mulling over for a while now (even though I can't figure out an end...or a beginning). I love the idea of the ATLA crew encountering aliens especially if the aliens are us. I have an idea for a story which would be a straight up alien encounter. I think it would be more Sokka-centered, which is probably why I'm having so much trouble with putting the story together. I am not used to writing for Sokka as a main.

Sokka took a deep breath as he drew deeper into the trees and away from his friends. He was the life of the party, but even he needed a break from time to time. It was a good thing he was able to slip away unnoticed. Then again, perhaps it was unsurprising. Katara and Zuko were to busy not being completely absorbed in each other to notice Sokka edge his way into the tangle of jungle bushes; Aang was to busy trying to get Katara's attention to see Sokka change directions away from the seaside villa into the overgrown woods; Toph...well, she had probably noticed, but she didn't care about Sokka's quickening steps as he broke away from the chattering of his friends and retreated into the raucous quiet of the night. Suki had gone to bed early, otherwise Sokka was sure she would've insisted on joining him. Not that Sokka would've minded.

Growing up in a village where everyone was constantly in everyone's faces, Sokka had long ago learned the value of alone time. Tonight, he had no real aim. He wandered along a meandering trail that he was certain had once been well manicured. The sounds of night creatures and the waves crashing on the beach were soothing. After weeks of seemingly non-stop talking and people interrupting special, intimate moments to seek his advice, and refereeing arguments between a raging hot-head and the guy who'd just joined the group, the sounds surrounding him were a balm.

Eventually, Sokka emerged on a cliff overlooking a lagoon. Zuko had mentioned it, but no one had cared enough to trek through the tangled vines and overgrown paths to find it. Until now, that is. Sokka gazed down at the water. It sparkled invitingly under the moonlight. If it had been daytime, Sokka might've tried diving off the cliff, but the moon did little to reveal any potential dangers in the water below. It would be just his luck to crack his head on a rock and drown with his waterbending sister not more than a hundred yards away. Instead Sokka lowered himself to the ground and let his legs dangle off the cliff-edge. He leaned back and sighed contentedly.

In spite of the nearly full moon that night, the stars glowed bright. Sokka let his eyes drift away from Yue after a few moments and traced the constellations he recognized. One star in particular caught his eye. It was one he wasn't familiar with. It was bright and pulsed in that strange way larger stars seemed to if you stared at them too long. If he focused a bit, it almost seemed to get bigger and brighter. It seemed to shift if he blinked.

Sokka blinked, and suddenly the star was much brighter. And bigger. Was it moving closer? Sokka gasped, and leapt to his feet. Was it a meteor? Was he about to be killed by the same stone that his sword was made of?

The star suddenly flickered out. Sokka squinted into the sky, trying to find it again. Then, suddenly, the stars directly above him were gone. It took Sokka a moment to realize that the stars weren't actually gone. They were being hidden by something large. Something large and dark. It was an airship of some kind, Sokka realized with a gasp. Had the Fire Nation found them? Had Ozai suddenly decided on a whim to visit the beach house he'd abandoned years ago? But how did the ship get there without notice? Sokka had barely blinked and suddenly it was there. The Fire Nation airships weren't capable of that...were they?

The racing thoughts in Sokka's head came to a screeching, crashing halt when the bottom of the ship began to open. A light was suddenly visible. It was red, and if he hadn't been standing directly under it, Sokka wasn't sure if he'd even be able to see it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should get away. He wasn't sure what exactly he was looking at, but he was sure it would be best not to be spotted by whoever was in that ship. Still, he gaped up at the dim red opening, his legs refusing to listen to his brain's urging to run.

A smaller circular shadow appeared in the opening, and to Sokka's surprise, it began a slow descent. Was this the Mechanist's work? Something he'd provided the Fire Nation before he'd come to his senses and defected ? It was too late to run now. If he caught the attention of whoever was on the platform, he might be spotted. He did his best to curl tightly into the shadows of the bushes and watched. The platform was close enough now that he could see who was on it. He blinked hard and then rubbed his eyes. What exactly was he looking at? The figure looked all wrong. The head was too big, the body too thin and lanky. Was it a spirit? Sokka peered closer trying to make sense of what he was seeing, but then the...creature's head turned sharply towards him, and Sokka did his best to swallow a yelp. The thing's angular black eyes took up roughly two thirds of its face, and it's mouth was non-existent. It must've been a spirit, Sokka thought. That was way out of his league. All thoughts of caution be hanged, he thought. He turned and fled back from where he came, crashing through the bushes and trees, heedless of anything but getting away from...whatever that was back there. He could hear it pursuing him. Panic flooded to Sokka and sent adrenaline rushing to his legs giving him a powerful burst of energy, but suddenly, he froze. It was like being bloodbent, but different somehow. Bloodbending he knew he could at least struggle against, but this felt as if his body had been completely shut down. He couldn't move. He couldn't cry out. Even his eyes refused to move at his command. Then suddenly, he was being dragged backwards, though no one was touching him. He was being pulled back towards the cliff and that strange airship that he was now absolutely certain was not a Fire Nation vessel.

[romanowork]