#the little ufos 🛸

[gravityembracesceleste]

Big sis forcing her strap into you as you cry and struggle against your bonds, begging her to wake up but she's deaf to your pleas

Meanwhile your face is trapped next to mommy's cock, my hypnotic musk slowly eroding your will to resist

Cupping your cheek and watching with anticipation as your eyes glaze over with pink spirals and you join your big sis, lacking any will or desire aside from being a tight hole for mommy to breed

You'll love being mom's cocksleeve, it's what you were born to do 🖤

-🛸

Hbchdbdh,,, I’d fall so easy,,, it’d be sooooo easy to turn me into your fucktoy mommy,, 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[moonchild-in-blue]

Dearest child of the moon, i almost forgot that i took a (very poor quality) picture of you a bit ago. That brithness in spite of the city lights and even the Moon herself is undeniable. 😘

WOWOWOW LOOK AT HER 🥺✨ (how did you know where I was 🤭)

Mother Moon glowing all bright and beautiful despite it all - there's a life lesson there but I am too lazy to write. Something something "never let life kill your spark" <- that's from a song, I'll put it under the cut.

I took some cool pictures of her this weekend, let me share with you! Taken 15 minutes apart lol - or alternatively, me before getting a snack vs me after (i got a donut 😌🍩)

The song in question:

I've given more Than I have got I've given all Of what I'm not I've watched this war consume all that we could become Facing my fears in the dark But if I die Before it's done Please take these words My final thoughts The only way to shine your light is in the dark. Never let life kill your spark

[seeminglydark]

WHEW part 2 of my little mini story ‘Unidentified Flying Objects!’ And just in time to print it up into a little zine for my next convention!

The origins of the ufo keychain that floats around most of my comics and art! The origins of Caro’s gender being a SnapBack! A FIRST DATE! NO ANGST! Who am i? Anyway, i hope you enjoyed this little ‘one foot out of the closet’ story for Pride. Shout out to my Tim who probably doesn’t remember unlocking the machines for us and sneaking us free pizza at Peter piper 20 years ago. You were a real one. 🍕

🛸Caro and Sully are from my webcomic and podcast Mil-Liminal 🛸

✨Read Part 1 here!✨

[kaidee-koo]

Cosmic Agere Flag 🪐💚💫

Cosmic littles are littles who love everything spacey! Cosmic littles love Aliens, UFOs, astronauts, stars, planets, and galaxies! 🌌

Cosmic littles enjoy galaxy projectors, glow in the dark stars or colorful night lights along with spacy shows like Creative Galaxy, Space Buddies, Star Darlings or Miles from Tomorrow land!

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Some cosmic littles may even have Alien plushies, blankets or other space themed toys!

💚💫💚💫💚🌟💚💫💚💫💚💫💚💫💚💫

Reblog if you save! :3👽🛸

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with artist reader and like R makes them art all the time weather it's using them as an art reference and having a bunch of doodles of them, or painting full portraits of them, or like painting pictures of their pets🪩🩷🥹🛸

ooooo I'm an artsy weirdo so here you go!!! thanks for the request ; also this is the day I figure out the ufo emoji existed

MCYT ; artsy reader

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

bro u got a whole sketchbook dedicated to doodles of him and his character versions in mc smps (dsmp, osmp, etc)

you love painting him in watercolors 🫶🫶

you made him a watercolor portrait thing with the HTBAB logo behind him, freddie & jack

he treasures the art you give him

literally frames it and hangs it on the wall or puts it on the shelves in his office

sometimes he'll take a picture of them and posts them w ur consent to show off your talent

"look what y/n made me 🫶" or "now wtf why can't I have this kind of talent?"

will chill out with you while you're drawing/painting etc

you go over to his parents house ONCE and make a family portrait + the dogs for them

that painting hangs above their fireplace, his parents look at it everyday

he does little drawing competitions with you on stream just to bond with you a bit and make you laugh

like the "we go back to school" video, the paint gets everywhere because of him LMAO

will straight up show off your sketchbooks on stream too

RANBOO

absolutely loves showing off your art and praising you for it

you've made them so much genloss fanart

you even made them a few channel banners, especially after the rebrand (and they will never change them ever again omg)

gives you a bunch of ideas for drawing

you love drawing the lanky d!ranboo and gl!ran especially w the mask and wide arrangement of wires and stuff

you made a textured painting of genloss!ranboo and it sits on one of the shelves in his office

he's obsessed with touching it and feeling the paint

its like feeling the hours of work you put into it, something just for them

also loves posing for you

they will get so extravagant and unique with it LMAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

anything you make for him is a treasure

you made a little portrait of him and his closest friends, and it hangs on his bedroom wall where he can see it constantly

shows off your art and totally praises you for it

does silly poses for you to reference

you've made him a couple screensavers and stream starting soon pages

he absolutely loves your color pallettes good god

Freddie in acrylic paint>>>>>

"guys look at what my amazing partner made me today 🫶❤️"

sends you links to Instagram shorts or whatever to little crafts/ideas if you're having artist block

he finds a notebook full of sketches and random blurbs of/about him when you get bored and shit and have nothing better to do

absolutely head over heels because the fact you spend so much time making art of/for him, omg

if you bleach-paint shirts yk damn well he's wearing whatever you made him 24/7

NIKI NIHACHU

absolutely loves your character designs for her characters, they're all so unique and different and she loves it

your designs of osmp!niki are her favorite, considering she's literally a mermaid

the art you make with all her tattoos and piercings>>> omg

either totally adorable or totally badass

"more biker! niki bc she needs to learn how to bike rn... @/nikinihachu"

"amazing as always y/n/n 🫶 maybe I will..."

loves just quietly watching you do your thing

her and watercolor paints will never not be perfect

you make a whole mural for her because you got bored...

it's an abstract kind of goth-ish mermaid kinda thing on one of her office walls, and 'nihachu' spread across it in white, kinda cursive lettering, it's amazing

always making silly little doodles of her too

ALEX QUACKITY

cant even comprehend how talented you are

he always sees you drawing him and painting him and he's like "bro go touch grass u spend too much time thinking about me"

you also made a textured painting for Tiger

it's his prized possession, he loves it to much

almost broke down and cried when you gave it to him

loves looking at all the little doodles, drawings and character designs

his favorites are the ones of him with dynamic arm poses, even if you think they're bad

he thinks it adds a lot more personality and makes him look better LMAO

he loves and appreciates that you spend so much time on something about/for him, and so often as well

he looks so good in gouche paints that's all I'm saying

and in a kinda graffiti style as well omg

FOOLISH GAMERS

absolutely adores all the art you make of him

he'll even pose so you can get references and shit LMAO

him and watercolor paints... lord

AND COLORED PENCILS

any painting you've made for him is hung up on the wall

loves seeing your character designs for his dsmp/qsmp etc characters

he also shows them off online and points out all the cool things you've added and shit

even if it's just simple doodles of him, you'll add a splash of color w a marker or highlighter and he thinks it looks so awesome

you have post it notes all over your wall thatre just doodles of him and shit

you painted his shark logo on a giant canvas for him for a YouTube video

like 59 hours later you completed it and gave it to him as a birthday gift

he doesn't shut up about it after that

literally brags about it like he's a 15yo who just got a girlfriend for the first time before all his other friends

[pleasantfanartist]

The alien-human mischief from this post continues in this sequel!

As the party unfolds, Kyle reprimands Rosa for spiking the drinks. Clearly, she's not thrilled. However, his problems are just beginning. Remember Maria and Isobel's UFO conjuring spell earlier? It worked a little too well. But, aside from Jenna, everyone is oblivious to the uninvited guests. The question is: what happens next? 👽🛸

[midnightfms]

are we in the mood for a little shorthand character development?? i thought it might be fun to do a little late night themed inbox game where we can send out some question adjacent emojis and delve into our muses' nighttime routines! if you'd like to receive questions for this game, make sure to like this post! if you are playing, make sure to send out some emojis associated with the questions below to everyone who likes this post!

💭 what was your last good dream about? 👹 what was your last nightmare about? ⭐ do you have any hobbies that can only be done at night? ☕ are you able to drink coffee at night? 🤳🏼 post your most recent late night selfie. 🌜 what's the last thing that woke you up in the middle of the night? 💙 are you the big or little spoon when cuddling? 🍾 what's your craziest after hours story? 🎧 make a late night playlist of 5 songs. 👻 do you believe in ghosts? 🖐 have you ever stolen anything? 🌠 what wish would you make on a shooting star? 😴 are you a back, side or stomach sleeper? 🛌🏼 describe your bed in detail. 🍼 did you have any special bedtime rituals as a child? 🍚 what's your favorite midnight snack? 🪐 which planet do you identify with the most? 🍸 what drink, if any, do you usually order from the lounge? 🧼 list your muse's nighttime routine step-by-step. 🛸 have you ever seen a ufo? 💀 what did your last regretful late night text say? 🌇 sunrise or sunset? 💤 what helps you fall asleep if you're feeling anxious? 👕 what do your favorite pajamas look like? 🌃 make a small aesthetic moodboard of what night means to you.

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 14 🦌

"The Apocalypse"

Content: ??? Idk this is kinda tame. Nothing whumpy happens. I suppose Stockholm syndrome and captivity, mayhaps. Oh also people die but that's whatever lolll.

3,200 words

Hey y'all, it's time for part 14! I meant to get this out like over a week ago now but I got distracted by drawing because I'm trying a new art style and am absolutely obsessed with it.

Since I've gotten lots of followers since the last part's release, here's the Masterlist if you wanna read it!

As always, I apologize for my writing quality 😓

Enjoy! 🛸

     Severin's adaptation to werewolf life in a cult was difficult and surreal, to say the least. Not to mention scary. No one had yet realized he wasn't actually a part of the pack, though some have commented on his unfamiliar smell. The trio assured them he'd been here for a while now. Agnes and Anthony's rank was enough to keep them from prying any further.

     The good news was none of this speculation had gotten back to Ethel. If she heard of the suspicions and wanted to check it out for herself, Severin would be a goner. Surely she'd also figure out her two top dogs were behind it, too. That wouldn't be good for anyone.

     They've made it by for a week now, and news was starting to circulate around Severin's spacecraft…

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     “I'm here at the sight of the crash in the small town of Woodmar. An apparent UFO has wrecked in the middle of the woods. Authentic, or hoax? Let's find out.” A news reporter spoke. She and the cameraman inspected the wreckage while commentating.

     By now, it had run out of power, so none of the technology worked. While the craft might have been able to be explained away as an art project, the destruction it left in its wake didn't have the same level of excusability. As soon as this story got out, it was sure to gain traction all over the internet. It was the most definitive proof of extraterrestrial life the world had ever seen, and it was right here, up close and personal.

    Both the reporter and cameraman got noticeably more excited and scared as they inspected. It got harder and harder to pass off as anything other than the truth of what it was: a UFO. The two of them talked about how they wished it was a live broadcast instead of a pre-recording, they wanted the world to see this immediately!

     In the middle of the reporter's sentence, the microphone's signal was unexpectedly cut off, and the camera stopped working completely. The two inspected their devices, unaware of the creatures who stalked them from behind the trees.

     In an instant, both the reporter and the cameraman were shot dead.

     A pair of aliens emerged from behind the bushes, guns in hand as they approached the human corpses. They looked down on them in scorn before inspecting the ship.

     “Oh, of course." One of the aliens groaned, "You know who's ship this is? It's Severin's!”

     “I always knew he wasn't cut out for this." The other shook their head, "Should we tell The Council?”

     “No, of course not. We cannot let them know someone has already fumbled the mission, they will think poorly of us all. It's not good that the humans are already suspicious of our plans. We need them to be oblivious, at least for a little while longer.”

     “What do you suggest we do?”

     “There is not anything that we need to do. It wasn't a live broadcast. All we need to do is destroy the camera, and the evidence is gone. By the time the news station realizes the reporters they sent are missing, it'll be too late. We won't need to hide anymore.”

     “We’re already here, aren’t we? We’re already infiltrating. It’ll only take a few days now before we have control over this pathetic planet. By the time The Council arrives to survey, the human race will already be enslaved and ready to serve the Empire.”

     “I sure hope so.” they said, "So long as the fuck up doesn't fuck it up anymore than they already have..."

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     Hunter let out a sigh as they awoke, groaning as they stretched their arms, bones cracking.

     “You sure slept in.” Fawn mumbled, already wide awake, sitting with their hands cupping their head, “Though maybe it’s 8 am and I’m the one up early. Who knows.”

     “Mm. You sound depressed.” Hunter mumbled, “It's day 40, you know? Hooray, give it up for day 40!” They cheered sarcastically.

     Fawn sighed and rubbed their face, “Oh, human life is so short. I can't believe I'm wasting away my precious days trapped here doing nothing! My precious, sweet young days! Why couldn't it have been when I'm older, at least then my glory days would've been behind me!”

     Hunter chuckled, though it was more sad, “Glory days are a myth. Don't worry about your youth. Some people peak early, others late, and some not at all. Some people die before their good days. Some never had a chance in the first place.”

     “Yeah, because people like you took it away from them.”

     “I know.” Hunter said, though it wasn't remorseful nor regretful. It was simply an admission, or acknowledgement. “I won't pretend to be a good person. I'm not. Though… I do wish I could've done things differently.”

     “What, you expect me to feel sympathy for you, or something?”

      “No, of course not. I'm not looking for pity, I don't want pity. I'm just stating how I feel. How you feel about that in return is up to you, I don't fucking care.”

     “Really? Because it sure sounds like you do.”

     Hunter sighed, “Look… this isn't easy for me to say, but I'll finally tell the truth for once. I like you, Fawn. Well, not romantically or anything like that, but I… I enjoy your company.”

     Fawn wasn't sure how to respond to that.

     “Jesus, I say something sentimental for once in my life and you look at me like I'm insane.”

     “Well…”

     “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m already insane.”

     “You’re a murderer.”

     “I know.”

     Neither spoke another word. 

     One of the members walked into view with two plates of food.

     “Oh, day 41, even better!” Hunter said. The member placed the plates on the floor, before introducing themself sheepishly.

     “Um… hi. My name is Severin. I'm… from space?” He said, awkwardly pointing upwards.

     “You're an alien?” Fawn questioned.

     “Shh, not so loud! I'm… not supposed to be here. I'm planning on leaving soon... with… two of my friends. They told me they wanted you to come with us.”

      “What, the two people who took us here in the first place? And now they’re making you do the risky job of getting us out? Yeah, friends that I’d definitely trust.”

     “You don’t understand- ugh- look, do you want out or not?”

     “Of course I do! Are you kidding me?”

     Severin unlocked the door, “Then follow me and stay quiet.”

     Fawn's eyes widened. Oh, this was happening fast. They quickly, yet cautiously with suspicion, stepped out of the cell. Hunter hopped to their feet to follow.

     “Can we leave this one here?” Fawn whispered. Hunter folded their arms, and Severin shook his head before hurriedly rushing both of them out.

     He snuck them up the stairs where Anthony and Agnes were waiting to help keep cover. The three acted like a shield, even though there wasn't anyone else around. Agnes and Anthony had managed to get them to leave the area due to their height on the hierarchy. They'd said Ethel wanted them for something. Once that was figured out a lie, it'd be over for them.

     Ethel will surely find out about all of this and won't be pleased in the slightest, but the twins made their decision to leave no matter the cost. Once a nice distance away, Agnes and Anthony took off their masks, heaving a sigh of relief.

     Agnes had long dark brown hair that looked choppy and uneven. Freckles lined her face, her eyes were tired and grey.

     Anthony had short light brown hair, that was a slight bit lengthy and very, very messy. Just like Agnes he too had freckles.

     “Oh, wow. You guys look… normal.” Fawn said.

     “Huh? Why?” Agnes questioned, “What did you think we looked like?”

     “I dunno, like werewolves, I guess.”

     “What do you mean ‘like werewolves’?”

     “I don’t know, like all hairy, or something.”

     “Is that racist?” Anthony asked.

     “I don’t know, you’re the werewolf, you tell me!”

     “Listen,” Agnes said, changing the subject, “We may be out, but we aren't safe, and we never will be. Anthony and I were Ethel's top members, when she realizes we're gone, she's gonna come and find us. Especially once she and the rest of the pack also notice the humans are missing, and we gave them false directions, and then the rest of the whole Apocalypse stuff…”

     “So… what do we do now?” Fawn asked.

     Anthony shrugged, “I dunno. Try to survive, I guess.”

     “We need some kind of plan.” Agnes said, “Ethel will find us, and she'll be angry.”

     “And the other invaders have to know I've messed up badly by now…” said Severin.

     Fawn clasped their hands together, “Welp, it sure sucks to be you guys. See ya!”

     Agnes scoffed and folded her arms, “Do you really think you're safe? You and your friend here are more screwed than we are.”

     “W- okay, first of all, they're not my friend, and secondly… I'm still leaving.” they said, and turned to leave, walking away.

     I didn't call it the Great Human Extinction for nothing.” Anthony yelled out to them.

     Fawn stopped and turned, “And why did you call it that?”

     "Why do you think?”

     “Well… considering I’ve seen werewolves, vampires, and now aliens, I’m gonna guess an overthrow of Earth?”

     “Pretty much, yeah.” Agnes confirmed, “Worst case scenario is you die. Best case scenario is you’ll no longer be human by the end of this. Or both. Both is highly likely.”

     “Well that’s great to hear.”

     “If you don’t end up dead or a non-human, you’ll be enslaved by my people.” Severin said.

     “You guys are the best at delivering good news.”

     “See? You're screwed, too. We're in this together.” Agnes said.

     “I didn't ask to be in this in the first place!”

     “Do you think anyone asked to be in this? No, we didn't. Our chances are stronger together, so you can either go and fend this off alone, or bare the storm with us.”

     “Ugh.” Fawn groaned, “Fine.” They said, folding their arms. Everyone looked to Hunter.

     “What about you?” Agnes asked.

     Hunter responded, “Bold of you to assume I have anything better going on in my life.”

     “Well then, we have a group at least.” Anthony said, “that's a start, right?”

      “Barely.” Agnes said, “Let's get out of these woods, first and foremost. We'll go from there.”

     And so, the group of five made their way through the forest. Anthony was anxiously trying to rip apart his mask, Agnes distracted herself by gazing up at the trees, and Severin jumped at every cracking branch. Hunter looked unbothered, and Fawn felt like they were running a marathon from how fast their heart was beating.

     As they walked, they could see a building up ahead through the trees. They could feel their heart flutter as they picked up their speed. Once their feet hit the concrete and they knew where they were, they took off without a second thought.

     They ran down the street as fast as their legs could carry them, running all the way up to an average, inconspicuous house. It was small and feeble, but by God, it was home.

     Fawn nearly burst the door down as they unlocked it with a hidden key. The first thing they did was collapse onto their couch, and began sobbing. They weren’t sure if it was out of relief, fear, sadness, or all of the above. Probably all of the above.

     Agnes, Anthony, and Severin followed them inside, while Hunter stood in the doorway. They rubbed their arm awkwardly as Fawn cried, feeling… strange. Guilty? Did they feel guilty? They felt intrusive just being in the doorway, so they turned around and sat in their front yard.

     After a minute, Fawn’s cries slowly dwindled until they were left sniffling. They felt like they could fall asleep right there as they were. They were exhausted in every sense of the word, and now for the first time in months, they felt they could truly, finally relax. They were home. On their couch. It felt like everything could be okay again…

     If it weren’t for the whole apocalypse thing.

     Fawn took in a deep breath, exhaling it in a mix of a sigh and a groan. They pushed themself up, sitting criss-crossed on the couch. They rubbed their eyes under their glasses, then just sat. Sat and stared at the dirty carpet of their living room floor.

     Nothing would ever be the same again, nor would it ever be how they’d hoped. All of their plans, their dreams, their entire life, it was gone. It didn’t matter if they were still trapped with Hunter at the cabin, or by the werewolves, or even if they were right here back home on their couch. It would all end up the same. Nothing mattered anymore. They wondered if it ever did.

     They stood up from the couch after what felt like hours, and walked up the creaky wooden stairs to their bedroom. Their heart skipped a beat as they turned the old knob. Everything was just as they left it before going out on their walk.

     They grabbed a spare pair of glasses they had, and they weren't prepared for how amazing it was to see without cracks. They sat on their bed and stared down at the old pair, running their thumb over the cracks. Their hands began to shake, and they tossed them away to the floor, landing in a pile of clothes. They reached for their medication on the bedside table and stared down at it.

     It would be so nice to not feel like they're dying all the time, but… They’ve already been forced to stop taking them all at once, and considering the whole apocalypse thing, they doubted they’d be able to refill their prescription. This bottle was all they had left, and it would be for the best to just deal with the anxiety- as awful as it may be. At least they weren’t someone who needed drugs in order to live…

     Their favorite old jacket was thrown over a wooden chair. They put it on, and it felt like the most comforting thing to exist. So warm and secure. They picked up a handheld mirror that laid on their desk and took a look at their reflection. They knew their hair had grown over the last few months, but seeing their actual face really put it in perspective. Their hair was down past their shoulders. They couldn’t recall the last time it was that long.

     Before going back downstairs, they grabbed a wooden baseball bat they had lying underneath their bed. Agnes and Anthony were being nosy as they innocently looked through Fawn’s things, but Fawn didn’t care. Severin looked fascinated by the alien-to-him objects, typing stuff down on his half-working tablet.

     Fawn left their house where they saw Hunter sitting criss-crossed in the grass, picking at the clovers and dandelions. They cautiously approached them, sitting down next to them with a bit of distance. Hunter glazed over to them with a side eye, keeping their attention on the ground.

     Fawn twiddled with their thumbs, and fidgeted with the loose threads of their jacket, unable to think of something to say. It was strange, what they had. They were a captive and a captor, a victim and a murderer, a fawn and a hunter. Yet now, they could almost feel like… friends. Fawn scrunched their face at the thought.

     Hunter was the one to break the silence, “Why are you still here?”

     “What do you mean? This is my yard.”

     “Oh. Yeah. That is true… I guess the better question is, why am I here, huh?”

     “Yeah, Hunter, why are you here?” Fawn said, “That’s not even your real name, either, is it?”

     “No, it’s not. Does it matter?”

     “If you wanna sit in my yard and rip up my grass then yes, it does. Tell me your real name or get out.”

     Hunter shrugged and got up.

     "Wait, you’re actually leaving?”

     “Hey, you gave me an either or and I took it. Have fun with your group of four, I'll finally fuck off.” They said, and began walking away down the street.

     “Ugh- wait.” Fawn said, getting up to follow them. Hunter didn't stop walking.

     “What, grow attached to me now?”

     “Fuck you.”

     “uh huh. I see."

     "Fuck you." Fawn said again, "The woods were my only escape, and now it’s the fucking apocalypse. No one has anywhere to go. This is it… why… why did you even take me in the first place?"

     "I... I was sadistic."

     "What would you know? You're not me."

      "That's not the reason. At least not the main one."

     “Earlier today, you told me you liked me. You… kept me because you were lonely.”

     “You say that with a lot of confidence.”

     “Well I’m right, ain’t I? You decided you liked me, so instead of killing me, you kept me. That’s what you did.”

     “Is it?”

     “Yes! You literally told me!”

     “Did I?”

     “Yes! Today!”

     “I don’t think I said that.”

     “UAGH!” Fawn groaned, “You’re fucking impossible! You’re infuriating!” They plopped down onto a curb, putting their head in their hands. Hunter leaned against a street sign.

     Fawn sighed, "... Back... when I was sick and you were taking- taking care of me. That was- it was the first time I've ever been cared for like that. Not even my own mother showed me that kind of kindness. I- I just can't deal with it.”

     For a moment Hunter’s face softened. Just a moment. “What, so I remind you of your shitty mom?”

     "No, you're like my shitty mother if my shitty mother was also a fucking creep who gave even just a single fuck about me."

     The two sat on the curb in silence as they stared out at the sunset over the skyline. The air was warm with a gentle cool breeze.

     "Ooohhh, I see. So I'm not like your mother, I'm like your mommy." Hunter teased, and Fawn turned an embarrassed shade of red, making Hunter chuckle. They sat down next to them.

     Fawn finally spoke, "Fuck. I think I have Stockholm syndrome."

     "Hey, at least you're self-aware. Spending 41 days trapped with me as an equal fucked ya up, didn't it?” They teased, nudging Fawn with their elbow.

     “You're not funny, or cute, or quirky.”

     “I ain't sayin’ I am. I'm an asshole who likes to torment people. I think you need to care a little less."

     "Does it even fucking matter anymore? It's the end of the world, Hunter!"

     “Yeah, so what better time is there to stop caring?”

     “We’re all going to die. You heard what Severin said. The aliens want to enslave us, the werewolves want to use us as some kind of godly sacrifice, and the vampires… what do they want? Our blood, and- oh, god, is Anaira okay?!”

     “Okay, look. Sure, maybe the world as we know it is ending. Sure, maybe we're all doomed by the narrative. But that doesn't mean we can't fight to the end, does it? I mean, you said it yourself, nothing matters anymore. So let's forget about trivial problems and fuck shit up. There are no more consequences.”

     “If there are no more consequences, then I should be able to strangle you right here, right now. Beat you with this bat."

     “I mean… yeah. You could try. You think once this whole thing really gets going that the police are gonna care? Or rather that they'll still exist at all. It's a time for anarchy, it's time to actually eat the rich. It's time to fuck around and find out. What's there left to lose? So, yeah, you can try to strangle me. The only person who'd be stopping you is me.”

Fawn stood up, and began walking away.

     “Where are you going?”

     “Well, it's the Apocalypse, ain't it? So let's get prepared.”

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Thanks for reading !! 💕🦌

[sadieosc]

I made a bfdi oc

I like aliens, so there is a UFO. 🛸 👽 Gender: female she/her

I made a little video of her in alight motion, but I'm not that good at tweening yet, but I will try.

I might put more stuff about her later. Bye

[peterkothe]

Inktober 2023 Day 16-LITTLE DOG, BIG ESCAPE!🐶🛸

-What began as a walk in the backyard, turned into a close encounter of the 3rd kind, a spectacular explosive escape, a UFO crash no cover-up could cover, and wild ride in the sky!!

[gravityembracesceleste]

I need to find 🛸-anon and let her know that her inspo to genderbend some of my characters went over GREAT at the table, and all these lesbians are now obsessed with protecting their hotgirl team pet paladin

Maybe let me thank you by having your babies??

[strawbrygashez]

Fillmore headcanons because I love him 👽🛸

•Autistic & ADHD

•When he was little he actually was really scared of aliens and all those ‘serious’ conspiracy theories he saw on TV but somehow ended up becoming fondly obsessed with them. He does overplay it in front of others for the lols but he genuinely does believe in a lot of what he says.. it’s weird.

•Used to self h*rm by cutting and burning himself. Now when he burns himself it’s more than likely an accident because he’s seriously clumsy.

•Speaking of being clumsy, his hands are usually shaking and he forgets how lanky he is sometimes and he’s just not aware of what he’s doing with his body often. During each and every UFO group meet up, he manages to fall off his chair at least once especially when he works himself up.

•He was really lonely in high school. A lot of people avoided him basically bc of his undiagnosed mental illnesses. Pim was really the only peer of his who would listen to his stories in awe instead of telling him to shut up or calling him a freak. (Even though Pim definitely doubted some of what Fillmore told him, Pim never was rude to him. He was happy that Fillmore seemed happy to be able to talk about his interests without being shut down for once)

•He loves cheesy horror movies. While conspiracy documentaries certainly get his attention, he secretly prefers old horror movies with bad effects, dialogue and all that good stuff because it lets him shut his brain off for a bit.

•He’s quick to jump to conclusions in situations not even involving the paranormal and whatnot. Like if one of the club members had to leave a bit earlier than usual he’s like “Oh. Okay. You probably hate me and that’s why you’re leaving. goodbye.” 💀 It’s fairly easy to explain to him what’s actually going on though.

Kinda going along with this, he can be pretty blunt even to strangers.

•I think it would be interesting if he lived in a little trailer home on farmland or something.. while his friends are in the city.

•He texts like he’s scene. Yknow like 0_o xD (^_^) xP :P >_>

•He has horrible hand writing. Part of it’s due to his shaky hands but also he just likes to make his writing huge for some reason.

•I dunno why but I just see him being a blanket hog. Or just owning tons of blankets. Like if you knocked at his door, he’d probably come to it with 3 blankets wrapped around him. He gets cold easy.

•He rarely eats actual meals. For the most part he just snacks or heats up TV dinners unless a friend offers to cook something for him.

•He has a staring problem.

•He loves setting things on fire. He’s tossing basically whatever he can get his hands on into the little fires they make sometimes during meetings. He’ll also just watch the flames for hours if no one interrupts him.

•Not the biggest fan of Charlie since he reminds him a lot of the kids who would tell him to shut up growing up :/ but since he’s important to Pim, he’ll put up with Charlie’s complaints.

•Okay this last one is gonna be Gnarly/Fillmore because I wanna have some fun.. I shared before I think they went to school together and that Fillmore has/had a crush and blah blah blah. Anyways, in present time, if he sees Gnarly in public (before they maybe become friends again or more) he basically straight up follows him around a bit 💀 and tries to make conversation. Even if Gnarly is only giving vague replies like “uh-huh”, he’s still bothering him. He’s fidgeting with his own hands while trying to keep Gnarly engaged. He really wants Gnarly to like him because he thinks he’s so cool :,)

[the-book-wyverns-lair]

℘ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅϐׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᝯᨵ꯱ ꩇᨵ꯱

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Probing the Cosmos is a Sci-fy collaboration between 8 amazing authors.

BLURB

Despite popular belief, there’s no such thing as aliens.

E.T. isn’t going to knock on your door to use your phone. There aren’t any little green men lining up to “probe” you for “science”. It's just a hallucination.

Or is it?

Every year for World UFO Day, people flock to Roswell, New Mexico, in the hopes they’ll get to meet their very own extra-terrestrial.

So when the water supply is deliberately tainted with mescaline seeds, the parties get a bit out of hand.

Now I’ve got the men in black hounding me to take on a whole bunch of new patients regaling me with their alien adventures.

The problem is, my lines are blurring.

What is fact, and what’s science-fiction?

Contributing Authors

B.D. Brown

M.F. Moody

Angelina Kerner

F.D. Fair

Ragan Carmichael

Kyra Alessy

Leslie Ayla

Ashlyn Hawke👽👾🛸~

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[catsarno7024]

👽👾🛸👽👾🛸👽👾🛸

Probing the Cosmos is a Sci-fy collaboration between 8 amazing authors.

👽👾🛸BLURB👽👾🛸

Despite popular belief, there’s no such thing as aliens.

E.T. isn’t going to knock on your door to use your phone. There aren’t any little green men lining up to “probe” you for “science”. It's just a hallucination.

Or is it?

Every year for World UFO Day, people flock to Roswell, New Mexico, in the hopes they’ll get to meet their very own extra-terrestrial.

So when the water supply is deliberately tainted with mescaline seeds, the parties get a bit out of hand.

Now I’ve got the men in black hounding me to take on a whole bunch of new patients regaling me with their alien adventures.

The problem is, my lines are blurring.

What is fact, and what’s science-fiction?

👽👾🛸Contributing Authors👽👾🛸

B.D. Brown

M.F. Moody

Angelina Kerner

F.D. Fair

Ragan Carmichael

Kyra Alessy

Leslie Ayla

Ashlyn Hawkes

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[rayvnwolf17]

℘ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅϐׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᝯᨵ꯱ ꩇᨵ꯱

NOWLIVE

Available Now

https://books2read.com/u/471g67

Probing the Cosmos is a Sci-fy collaboration between 8 amazing authors.

BLURB

Despite popular belief, there’s no such thing as aliens.

E.T. isn’t going to knock on your door to use your phone. There aren’t any little green men lining up to “probe” you for “science”. It's just a hallucination.

Or is it?

Every year for World UFO Day, people flock to Roswell, New Mexico, in the hopes they’ll get to meet their very own extra-terrestrial.

So when the water supply is deliberately tainted with mescaline seeds, the parties get a bit out of hand.

Now I’ve got the men in black hounding me to take on a whole bunch of new patients regaling me with their alien adventures.

The problem is, my lines are blurring.

What is fact, and what’s science-fiction?

Contributing Authors

B.D. Brown

M.F. Moody

Angelina Kerner

F.D. Fair

Ragan Carmichael

Kyra Alessy

Leslie Ayla

Ashlyn Hawke👽👾🛸~

#leslieayla #probingthecosmos #scify #multipleauthors

[little-cosmicdreams]

**👽✨ Greetings starborn creatures✨👽** Welcome to My Alien Age Regression Space!

Hello, starborn friends! I’ve just landed from the far reaches of the galaxy and am thrilled to explore this age regression journey with you! Here’s a little about me, so we can connect across the cosmos!

**🌌 Meet Me! 🌌**

- **Galactic Name:** Xenomax

- **Home Planet:** Eldora from the Andromeda galaxy

- **Age:** Big-21 Little-1-10

- **Favorite Activities:** I like to star gaze, watch clouds, listen to earth music, swim, and casually fly around in my UFO feeling the cool wind on my face.

- **Hobbies:** I love watching cartoons, singing, coloring, doing small diamond paintings, and exploring new planets

- **Why I Age Regression:** my age regression is involuntary, sometimes I do it voluntary though. I regress due to trauma and to help me cope through the pain.

- **Fun Fact:** I have Memory loss so I wont be posting everyday. And because of my memory loss I'm a little slow in the head so it will take me a minute to understand something.

- **Interactions:** please interact with me, my DMS will be open, I need more friends

**🛸 DNI List 🛸**

Please do not interact if you:

- Are anti-age regression

- Don’t respect boundaries or safe spaces.

- Are under 18 (I am an adult who is uncomfortable talking with minors).

- Are here to troll or spread negativity.

- Don’t support LGBTQ+ rights and inclusivity.

- Are disrespectful to others in this community.

- are/ have kink/NSFW posted on your page

Let’s come together to create a positive and playful environment! I’m excited to share my intergalactic adventures and hear about yours! Feel free to send me a message or reblog to introduce yourself!

**Keep your hearts open and your imaginations wild! 🌠👾*