#Alien love

[scourgefrontiers]

a BUNCH of ocs from various stories :] basically the main characters/faces of each story!!

in order:

hero (one way dream), epsilon (alien love), rayza (step)

proton (villain + school), parallax (legend), jack (pretty accident)

roseflare (blessed), terra (glowfade), patoto (mirrors)

[princess-pacman]

SU AU Stobotnik

Long post (probably ooc White Diamond and Robotnik)

I love making Steven Universe and Homestuck AUs of random characters, so here’s my Dr. Robotnik and Agent Stone as gems idea.

Robotnik is a one of a kind red emerald owned by White Diamond. He would have been shattered for being “off color” if not for the fact that his uniqueness makes him significantly smarter than all the other emeralds and White feels she can use this to her advantage. He’s White’s resident scientist/weapons engineer, and her sort of “pet/secret weapon” thing. He starts going by Bixbite to further separate himself from the other “rocks for brains” emeralds (yes, I know there’s a cannon Bixbite, but I found that out after I made this AU, so too bad, Robotnik’s the only Bixbite in existence in this AU). However, he’s incredibly difficult to interact with, so White usually has another gem relay messages for her. He often ends up poofing said messengers, though, out of irritation. This becomes a problem, so out of passive aggressiveness and trying to fix the problem, White makes him a Pearl specially suited to match his personality (so as not to be afraid to talk to him) and act as a barrier between Robotnik and every other gem. This Pearl is Agent Stone. At first, Robotnik is the happy with another plebeian gem in his lab, calling Pearl “nothing more than a common stone to him.” Eventually, he starts to grow on him, and the nickname “Stone” sticks. Stone, of course, in typical pearl fashion, starts to fall in love with his Bixbite.

I have more to their story, but it’s not all fleshed out, yet. Some random tidbits I have…

-Pearl’s weapons are handguns

-Bixbite hates working under White and wants to be his own boss

-They’re not for the revolution, but they’re not against it either. They couldn’t care less about some planet called “Earth” with other creatures on it. But at some point, Bixbite gets cracked and needs to be healed. Pearl hears about a rebel Rose Quarts with healing powers and escapes with his broken boss to Earth to heal him. They end up getting stuck on Earth as Homeworld fugitives.

-Bixbite enjoys making ships, but is envious of the fact that the other emeralds get to actually fly them, while he’s stuck on the ground. He secretly wishes to see the stars and often daydreams about space.

-They accidentally fuse very briefly while Bixbite is cracked, so he has no memory of this happening, but Pearl remembers. He never said anything to anyone (not even his boss) about it, but has been trying to recreate that moment ever since. When he finally does, their fusion isn’t very stable, breaking apart only moments later. Bixbite ends up having a distaste for fusion, feeling like he’s losing himself when he fuses.

-Bixbite does eventually return Pearl's romantic feelings, but they find other ways to show their love outside of fusion.

That’s all I have. If you guys like this AU, let me know! If you have questions, I’ll try to answer as best I can

[ohemilyrosa]

alien night at the vampire bar

[jorobotart]

Newton Clementine Dirty Magazine Spread

Made for the Seduction of the Innocent zine. Zine will feature a short story, a comic, and a variety of mixed media illustrations.

There's a not-so-subtle shout out to @thisbelongsto-nohbodys and their character Leilana Gorlaxa on the cover. Alien pin-up models have to stick together after all.

Made in Affinity Photo

[izzy120]

Alien 💗love💗 

First chapter, young love

Pairing: Grace Augustine x na’vi y/n

Summary: when the sky people came y/n was forced to find a mate. Her parents found one that they loved for y/n. She ran away from the night to find the sky people, she falls in love with Grace but when she came back home her parents immediately band her from meeting them. A couple years later she finally meets them again.

Warnings: Na’vi language, humans being called sky people- sometimes even demons, cussing, words like mate & mated

Y/n’s thoughts: blue

Na’vi words in English: red

A couple months ago, the Sky People first landed on Pandora, most of the Na’vi were curious but also deeply afraid. To stay safe from the strange intruders, they remained close to their Hometree, wary of these unfamiliar beings.

Y/n was one of the younger Na’vi in her clan. She was admired for her remarkable skills as both a singer and a hunter. Despite her talents, to her parents’ dismay, Y/n had shown no interest in finding a mate. She couldn’t fathom the idea of settling down or having children—she felt far too young for that kind of life. Her parents, however, had other plans.

Determined to see her mated, they began introducing her to potential partners. One man, Rävo’nak, particularly caught their favor. Without consulting Y/n, they promised her to him. But Y/n wanted nothing to do with him. Disgusted by the entire arrangement, she decided to escape—if only for a little while. That evening, she slipped away into the forest to clear her head.

As she wandered under the bioluminescent glow of the trees, Y/n noticed movement ahead. Two figures were standing in a clearing. Confused, she hesitated. “Why would Na’vi be out here so late? Shouldn’t they be at Hometree?” She crept closer, carefully hiding behind the trunks of the great trees. What she saw astonished her.

The two figures looked like Na’vi but… different. They wore strange clothing, and their feet were covered in unfamiliar objects. Y/n’s curiosity outweighed her caution as she inched closer, her movements as light as a feather to avoid being detected. But a sudden snap of a twig betrayed her. The figures froze and turned in her direction.

Y/n’s heart raced as she ducked behind a tree, but before she could fully recover, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the open.

“‘Ak!” she cried out, flinching in pain.

The figures, now up close, didn’t seem like Na’vi at all. Their features were subtly different, their movements alien. Y/n hissed in warning and tried to bite the man holding her, but he restrained her with an iron grip, grabbing her face to keep her from lashing out. Her tail swished furiously as she struggled to free herself.

The man turned to the female figure, speaking in a strange language that Y/n couldn’t understand. “We should take her back to the lab to run some tests. We need more Na’vi blood; supplies are running low.”

The woman scoffed and immediately intervened, pulling Y/n out of the man’s grip. “Absolutely not! We won’t do such a thing. The only reason we had that blood was due to a mistake on our end.”

The woman knelt to Y/n’s level and released her arm. Y/n backed away, crouching in a defensive position with her knife drawn. The woman sighed, raising her hands in a gesture of peace.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” she said softly. Realizing the language barrier, she adjusted her approach, placing two fingers between her eyes and extending her hand forward. “I see you.”

Y/n hesitated before mirroring the gesture. “Oel ngati kameie,” she replied cautiously.

The woman smiled warmly and switched to a language Y/n could understand. “Oel ngati ke tse’a futa rolar mì nga, ma ‘itesyip. Lu nga ketsran?” (I’m sorry that we scared you, little one. Are you okay?)

The gentle tone eased Y/n’s tension. She tilted her head as the woman patted her gently on the head. Though puzzled by the gesture, she found herself liking it.

“Oe lu Grace. Siä ngal?” (I’m Grace. What about you?)

Y/n’s ears twitched as she pushed Grace’s hand away. “Oe lu Y/n!”

Grace nodded, but the man beside her still seemed tense. “What is she saying, Doctor?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “She told me her name. Calm down.”

The man scoffed, crossing his arms. “Well, we need information from her, or she’s useless!”

Grace narrowed her eyes at him, her disapproval evident. Y/n, picking up on the body language, flicked her ears curiously. Grace turned back to Y/n, her expression softening.

“Ulte oel tsap’alute fwa ma Mathew. Fwa po lu txumri, ke ftum fwa.” (I’m sorry about my friend Mathew. He’s quite the buzzkill.)

Y/n giggled. “Po zene tokx-it tswayon sìk!” (He seems to have a huge stick up his ass!)

Grace chuckled, earning a suspicious glare from Mathew. “I feel like you’re both talking about me,” he grumbled.

“Maybe you should learn the language better,” Grace shot back with a smirk.

As Mathew muttered to himself, Y/n’s attention drifted to Grace’s clothing. She reached out, marveling at the soft, colorful fabric. Grace noticed and, with a chuckle, removed her green jacket, draping it over Y/n’s shoulders.

“Nga tsun tìyawn fì’u nìtxan nìlaw oeru.” (You would like this more than me.)

Y/n’s eyes lit up. She stood and twirled, showing off the jacket as though it were a treasure. She couldn’t wait to show her parents! “Why were they so afraid of the Sky People? They seemed kind.”

Grace rose to her feet, gently pulling Mathew along. With a polite bow, she began to walk away. Y/n watched them disappear into the forest, her ears drooping slightly in sadness when she realized they were gone.

Y/n ran back home, her face lit with joy. She darted past Rävo’nak and straight to her parents, who were talking to her sister. “Etuwa, Sa���nok, Sempu!” she called excitedly. Her father, mother, and sister all turned to her, their expressions shifting to relief. They had feared Y/n had run away for good and would never return.

Her mother, Tsahìk Asahe, rushed to her and enveloped her in a tight embrace, her worry evident. “Oeyä ’ite, oe lu oeru san fwa oe soli txoa! Fwa nga za’u teri nì’it?” (“My daughter, I was so worried! Why did you run away?”).

Y/n gently pulled back from her mother and performed the respectful Na’vi greeting. Her parents and sister returned the gesture, though concern lingered on their faces.

“Sawtute-” (“The Sky People-”), Y/n began, but her father, the Olo’eyktan, immediately tensed. His worry turned to fury. “Keaun sawtute ngaru, oeyä ’ite?” (“Did the Sky People hurt you, my daughter?”), he asked sharply.

Y/n quickly shook her head, her voice hurried and defensive. “Kehe, Sempu! Fayu lu txantsan nìtxan ayngaru! Mina tokx fwa oel ke’ut nìftue!” (“No, father! They were so nice to me! One of them even gave me this thing!”).

She gestured to the green leather jacket draped over her shoulders, her smile radiant as she waited for her father’s approval. But instead of softening, his frown deepened. Without a word, he grabbed the jacket from her, making her yelp in surprise.

“Nga txopu oeru sìltsan, oeyä ’ite. Sawtute lu kefyak fwa rolunayä sivi!” (“You disappointed me, daughter. The Sky People are not people to befriend!”).

Y/n’s ears drooped, and her eyes filled with tears. “Sempu…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but her father only glared at her before turning and walking away.

Her mother sighed deeply, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “Nga lu säspxin nìteng piveng fwa keftxo nawnit txo fwa tawey’it ayoeng teri sawtuteng kehe piveng fpi!” (“You are banned from meeting them ever again!”).

She followed her husband, and Y/n’s sister trailed after them without a word. Left alone, Y/n tried to stifle her tears, but they fell freely as she stood there, clutching the ground beneath her feet in silent anguish.

A couple of years had passed since the Sky People first arrived, and Y/n now fully understood why they were so dangerous. Despite this, she had learned some English from the Na’vi children who attended Grace’s school. She longed to see Grace again, but her parents forbade it, insisting she stay close to Rävo’nak. Her hopes were further crushed when the school shut down after Sky People attacked, killing Na’vi children.

Y/n’s older sister, meanwhile, was promised to a man destined to become the next clan leader. Y/n didn’t understand why her parents were so insistent on her finding a mate when her sister already had such an important union. Regardless, her parents forced her to spend time with Rävo’nak, whom Y/n deeply resented.

One day, while out hunting for fruits and meat with Rävo’nak, Y/n wandered farther from him than he liked—not that she cared about his opinion. She clicked her tongue softly, waiting for one of the animals to take the bait. Suddenly, she noticed three figures in the distance. Narrowing her eyes, she realized they were Na’vi—but something about them was off. They had strange devices in their hands, and Y/n quickly recognized them as demons in Na’vi skin.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her knife and lunged at one of the men, slashing his arm. He cried out in pain before striking her across the face with the back of his gun. Y/n fell to the forest floor, coughing up blood but glaring at the man with defiance. She readied herself to attack again but froze when her eyes landed on the woman.

Her ears perked up in recognition. It was Grace!

Dropping her aggression, Y/n ran past the men and threw herself into Grace’s arms. “Grace!” she cried, surprising the woman, who caught her just in time.

“What are you doing here, Y/n?” Grace asked, though a smile soon spread across her face. “You’ve grown so much!”

Y/n beamed with pride. “I learned demon talk!” she said in English, her tail swishing back and forth. Grace chuckled softly, patting Y/n’s head, making the younger Na’vi melt under her touch.

The two men stared in confusion, prompting Y/n to hiss at them. Grace sighed, gently breaking away from Y/n’s embrace.

“Calm down, Y/n. These two are my friends—well…” she glanced at the man with the gun and sighed, “one of them is more like a forced acquaintance.”

“Hey!” the man protested, pouting.

Grace gestured to him. “That’s Jake,” she said, then pointed to the other man. “And this is Max. He was helping me with the iPad.”

Y/n nodded but kept her focus on Grace, her admiration shining in her eyes. Just as the group continued their conversation, Rävo’nak appeared, bow drawn and ready to fire.

“Stay away from my mate, demons!” he growled, aiming at them.

Y/n spun around and glared at Rävo’nak. “I’m not your mate, Rävo’nak! We haven’t mated yet!”

Her words only fueled Rävo’nak’s anger, though he kept his bow steady, determined to protect her from the Sky People. Jake looked at Grace, clearly baffled.

“Uh… are they like animals? They keep talking about mating,” he muttered.

Grace shot him a withering glare and elbowed him in the ribs. “It’s a sacred bond for the Na’vi. Don’t talk like that, kid.”

Rävo’nak hissed aggressively, baring his teeth. Y/n tensed and hissed back, her tail swishing angrily.

Grace raised her hand, placing two fingers between her eyes and extending them outward in the Na’vi gesture of peace. Rävo’nak ignored her completely, which only irritated Y/n further.

“Go, Rävo’nak! You’ve already gathered food for the clan. Leave!” she ordered.

Rävo’nak’s ears flattened slightly, but he shook his head. “You’re coming with me, Y/n, or I’ll tell Olo’eyktan”—their clan leader and Y/n’s father—“that you’ve been speaking with the Sky People!”

Y/n growled low in her throat, her body tense. “Fine!”

Rävo’nak extended his hand for her to take, but before leaving, Y/n leaned closer to Grace and whispered something in her ear. Then, with great reluctance, she took Rävo’nak’s hand and followed him into the forest.

Jake and Max turned to Grace, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What did she say?” Jake asked.

Grace sighed, slipping a sample of a flower into her bag. “She told me to meet her here tonight. I have a bad feeling about this…”

After I watched both Avatar movies I completely fell in love with Grace! Please I need her?!

[qualifiedaquarian]

[eruden-writes]

Being in romance lover groups and writer groups on Facebook, and doing research (ie: reading romance novels,) I find it interesting that Tumblr seems unique in having a preference for 2nd person.

I'm not sure if Wattpad prefers 2nd POV, but I know I see a lot on there, too. So I'd wager they do.

I vaguely wonder if it has to do with the boom in popularity that D&D has encountered, since the 2nd POV method is ingrained with that. Maybe even the growing popularity of otome games, too. Since many are in 2nd POV, as well.

Regardless, in many of the traditionally published romance books I've encountered, it's either 1st POV or 3rd POV.

What are your thoughts on this?

[illiana-mystery]

Chapter 5 is finally up! In this chapter, Teri teaches Saaltar about butterflies and apples while he breaks in his human form some more. They're on their way to the campus cafeteria during this chapter and after they get there, Saaltar meets the sweet lunch lady, Sylvie and gets bombarded by Galatea and Penelope. 

It's a pretty quirky, cute, fun, and fluffy chapter. 

Stay tuned for Chapter 6 when Teri sees where Saaltar's been staying, The Stargazer Inn and meets the eccentric innkeeper, Minos Alistair. She also takes him shopping at a local boutique before moving him into her house.

Taglist: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @eclecticwildflowers​, @emilynightshade89​

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I've been thinking, doing this a lot lately cause omg I can't sleep and I have work in a few hours, about this thirst I have for non-humans and somehow, I thought about also exploring avenues of just cohabiting / cohabitating with them. Here are my thoughts of being an S/O or a friend of a non-alien bebbi:

Who needs scissors to rip a packet of ramen seasoning when you have sharp teeth?

Dull knives and really expensive blade sharpeners or wet stone? Say no more. Claws. Just careful not to cut your favorite clawed monster's fingers but you know, they probably have hide on their bodies so...

Tired from work? Politely asked your multi-tentacled partner to lend a hand or two, or seven. Go nuts!

Electrical bills got you stressed out? Well, say hello to some zap zappity electric abilities from your favorite circuit starlight babycakes. Mine's Plo and his electric judgment — or Vox from Hazbin, no one's judging.

Your partner's god acid fluids like spit? Perfect garbage disintegrator!

Other things include:

Most non-humans smell pheromones a mile away, so if you're horny or it's that time of the month, you know they know and they know to like, idk.. leave you the fuck alone or spoil you — the better >:[

They're probably super strong or skilled to kill. You will never have any reason to be afraid or insecure. Someone tells you you don't look good in that croptop, bet your ass they go bye-bye in like 10 seconds — maybe 5 unless you stop them idk.

They have, without a doubt, a ship one way or another. Traffic who? Boss ass car dropping you off at your stupid 9-5 job, no thanks, drop me off in that sexy interceptor, baby ♥. May include accidentally parking atop your asshole of a boss and killing them — now a new spot is open for you.

Most non-human species I believe will have mating season. Plot your work leave accordingly for the best vacation of your life, bestie.

You get cool new gadgets cause their tech would probably be more advance than ours.

Super cool new alien pets.

EGG BABIES — maybe.

[djrusso-romance]

The Sci-fi Romance Book Fair is on today! Some pretty good looking alien romances are in this group.

[starlling-writes]

shout out to all of us who are learning we have 3 hands

[flashfuckingflesh]

A Little Space Can Asunder the Strongest Bond. "Alien Love" reviewed! (Sector 5 Films / Blu-ray)

Its Not Strange Love, It’s “Alien Love” now on Blu-ray! Ryan Van Hill-Song and his wife Sadie are a happily married couple despite their age gap.  Ryan’s ardent journey and dream to reach beyond the clouds and into space is on the verge of coming true while Sadie decides to take a break from the vocational rigmaroles of her young life.  Ryan’s NASA mission goes without a hitch except for a brief…

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

[starlling-writes]

imagine a monster x human story where the monster race can transfuse their blood with anyone of their species, only for the monster to suddenly realize the fact they can't give their blood to their beloved human... how the monster must feel that only a select group of humans can transfer blood between each other -- them trying process the different social/emotional meanings & symbolisms this hold for each of their species, and trying to figure out how to feel about it, all while ultimately being distraught that they can't do this for their human

i know i can't argue with reality here but it's devastatingly unromantic that blood transfusions only work if you have compatible blood types

[blanchebees]

Perfect organism

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