#the Alien Tracker

[mametupa]

[acourtoffeyandfables]

God bless Brennan Lee Mulligan and his readiness to play all sexualities

[avaleigh16]

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[lairmadness]

How about that Ogerpon

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Alien planet of the week M33-985, "Tracker"

[mod-a-day]

Jonne Valtonen (Purple Motion) of Future Crew "Otus" Alien Incident (1996) Housemarque

[kdrama-movies-more]

[runekirikjartan]

I love how instead of making yaujta ocs I'm just gonna develop existing characters to have personalities outside of their single piece of media

[cauldroncreations]

i always remember that im scared of aliens at the worst times

[stclker]

Just when it hit me. I am just so used to look at Xenomorphs climb walls and roofs like geckos, but like... running. And it doesn't seem they have any parts sucking against - just claws.

M E T A L S T R U C T U R E S.

[mametupa]

[allthatwas]

the least you could have done was warn me. (from emily)

(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🥀 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎❝ well... ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her voice trails off,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the quick sideways dip of her head only exacerbates her expressed point:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that being,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what was i to do?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ you're telling me that if i just...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎up‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎said,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎'ey,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the reason your case isn't going how you're hoping it would is because 'e's an alien... ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎again,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her tone seems to slip away from her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now with the raise of her brow,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's prompting @satellitewar.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎over time,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎rose has learned to never take snap judgement personally:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎judgmental looks is a simple secondary nature to her new life.

she's kinda like these people in the cia...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in a way,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she thinks.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎living private lives while keeping open eyes peeled for any sight of a misstep.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's just different‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(sometimes her missteps come with two toed feet,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎seven eyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎speak a language she doesn't understand).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎different‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet the same,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎either or could send any aspect of the planet into a tailspin.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's seen that time‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎time again,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but an aspect of the planet sometimes being the planet as a whole,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in its entirety.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎emily doesn't have to know that.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ it's handled,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎isn't it?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎uh...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now you have my number...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so if you ever doubt or worry,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎'m right here a quick call away.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎just promise some kind of,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎diplomatic immunity,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yeah? ❞

[clingojam]

back in my evil laboratory once again

[suiana]

(yandere! alien x gn! reader)

the human spirit is indomitable. that much was obvious, especially with how you were still fighting against him even though there was clearly no escape. or at least that's what he thought.

"why do you still fight against me..."

the alien mumbles, voice cracking as he tries to move under the rubble you trapped him under. shit, this was not ideal at all. he can't believe you actually manage to drug him and then trapped him under the broken ceiling you shattered when he was chasing after you.

he still didn't know how you did it. he was faster, stronger, smarter... you shouldn't have been able to trick him like this. yet, his overconfidence might've been a reason as to why you got a one-up over him.

"you know there's no escape right? my spaceship has yet to dock at a port and we are light years away from earth."

the otherworldly creature tries reasoning with you, staring at your shaking figure as you tug at the collar he made you wear. it was a pretty thing, made of the finest jewels he got from another planet he visited a few years back.

he thought it would look good on you, and it did. so his heart aches when you destroyed it, allowing the jewels to scatter all over his once pristine floors.

no matter, he can just fix it again.

"darling, you should stop resisting. you will just tire yourself out."

the alien sighs, not finding your actions amusing as he shakes his head.

he doesn't get humans at all. why do you try so hard even when there's clearly no intelligent way to win this? perhaps that's why your civilization is still heaps below others, like his.

that was, until, he saw you dig out the microchip tracker he implanted into your neck with your bare hands.

his eyes widen in horror, jaw going slack as he screams, body shaking as he desperately tries moving under the rubble only for you to step on his face and throw the chip at him.

"fucking alien... don't you know? adrenaline is one hell of a drug."

he hears your laughter resounding through the hallways, your footsteps growing softer and softer as he tries to recover from your painful stomp.

his eyes shake, his features in undeniable pain as he feels his body giving up on him.

no, no, no!

he tries wiggling more, but unfortunately, his species had not adapted to recover from situations like this. so all he could do as he laid in pain under the rubble was to shout at you, desperation in his tone as he sees you touching and entering something into the emergency escape pod he had on his spaceship.

"darling don't you dare leave!"

he screams, looking absolutely pathetic as his eyes widen in both fear and anger. no! you weren't supposed to leave! you were supposed to be just some human who would give up escape and love him! you were supposed to accept him as your mate the second he kidnapped you because of how obsessed he had become after observing you for weeks in his spaceship!

you weren't supposed to leave him under the rubble like this!

you're clearly weaker, more stupid... and definitely an inferior species! why couldn't you just love him?! why couldn't you just give up and accept his affections?!

"darling! i'm warning you! if you leave i will find you and i will be very angry!"

the alien tries threatening, wincing in pain as the effects of your face stomping still lingered. but of course, he knew you wouldn't listen to him. not when you so eagerly pointed your middle finger at him (a sign he came to see as disrespect in human customs) before leaving in the space shuttle.

he lets out a strangled scream, completely still under the rubble as his frustration and anger reaches it's peak. god damn it! now he has to wait for god knows how long until the drug wears off to finally be able to move and try to find you!

maybe he shouldn't have doubted humans so much. perhaps the rumors about the human spirit being indomitable were right. maybe the humans really were meant to conquer the stars.

[daydreamer-in-reverie]

Started rereading the Hunger Games series and I feel like it’s so overlooked how in 74th and 75th Hunger Games, we don’t know every Tribute’s names, with Katniss only referring to them by their District numbers but in TBOSAS, we knew every single Tribute by name. We associated them with the clothes they wore on the Reaping Day and Suzanne even goes so far as to describe how they looked, however briefly. We see these Tributes and we’re familiarized with them by the little tidbits provided to the mentors and to Snow and Lucy Gray. But we never get this in the original trilogy.

In two generations, President Snow alienated the Districts from each other so much that Katniss didn’t even care to know all the names of the Tributes sent into the Arena with her, with the exception being those who posed great risk against her safety and those she felt great compassion for (e.g. Cato, Thresh, Rue, Mags, Betee, Wiress etc.). Katniss even went so far as to call the D6 Tributes in the 75th Hunger Games morphlings, for their affinity to imbibe in the drugs that help them forget their own traumas (an incredibly hurtful description, in my own opinion, to be known by the qualities you hate the most about yourself). We never know the real name of the 74th D5 girl, with Katniss only referring to her as Foxface and we don’t even know Marvel’s name until we get to the second book and he was Katniss’ first personal kill. Katniss even kills the D4 girl in the books with the same tracker jacker venom that killed Glimmer and yet still, we don’t know her name. We are so removed from the identity of the other Tributes that we don’t even know what some of them looked like beyond brief descriptions of mangled bodies and dead Tributes in the bloodbath at the Cornucopia.

And, the thing is, Suzanne established the importance of names in the series. Even in real life, we recognize the importance of being named. It is a fundamental aspect of being human. If you’re ever in a perilous situation where a person might be placing your life in danger, we’re told to remind the person that you’re human. “Keep saying your name, how old you are, where you came from. Remind them you are a human being just like them.” Before any propaganda can work against a group of people, refusing to recognize a person’s name is the first step to dehumanization. And just like the people of the Districts, we don’t care enough about the other Tributes to even want to know their names. Their propaganda worked on us, the readers.

In two generations, President Snow completely wiped out any sense of familiarity and camaraderie the Districts may have shared with the other. In two generations, Snow sowed the seeds of distrust and division into the Districts so deeply that even we, the readers, were affected by the effects of Capitol propaganda. In two generations, the Districts ceased to genuinely care about the others beyond the vague sense of injustice they feel for their shared plight. It’s why Career Districts don’t seem to care about killing the other Tributes. How can you care, to show your compassion and humanity, when you can barely see them as people? Yes, they may have been in the Arena with you. Yes, they may have been starved and beaten and forced into labor like you were. Yes, they might be children just like you. Yes, they might be subjected to the same deplorable system that turned you into virtual slaves. But they are not your friends. They are not your allies. They are strange, with different customs and traditions that you have. You do not share the same values. They do not care about you. At the first chance they get, they will kill you with your bare hands and they will do it with alacrity if it meant their survival. There can only be one Victor and it can’t be them. It has to be you.

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Mike Dopud