#alien rp

[amongstthechaoscrew]

The Xenemorphs have arrived //OPEN ALIEN AU

Gordon ran for his life, grabbing your muse and pulling them into a side cupboard on the ship.

"Listen to me. Look at me. The Xenemorph is loose, you got that? It won't hesitate to kill you. Their blood is literal acid, so don't let them touch you. We need high-energy beam weapons, such as the plasma weapons. We need to find the source of the hoarde and end this before they take over everywhere."

Gordon felt tears sting at his eyes.

"And I ain't losing you."

[341-b]

"It's understandable that you doubt my loyalty, but how do I prove myself if you will not allow me to help."

[the-martion]

Hello… can some one point us in the direction of a store?

%-they look around nervously, almost as if they are unsure of themselves-%

[arkvoodlee]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 , it's the MOTION in my ufo . it's the chemistry and the abduction , 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 .

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝟏𝟑𝟖 / 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐎 from pandemic studio's 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚈 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚂 video game franchise / probed by tup ( he / him 21+ ) / independent , selective , private , crossover friendly , oc friendly , plot-favoured

[gallowsheart]

muse: Samantha Cooper (OC) open to: 18+ only please / mutuals and non-mutuals / other OCs, canon muses, fandom crossovers, whatever! plot: Cooper's cryo pod has malfunctioned (perhaps intentionally by y/m) long before the space ship reaches its destination. Open to other passengers, androids, aliens, space pirates, etc. Possibly set in the Alien universe, possibly with Passengers vibes, go wild.

It was always disorienting coming out of cryostasis. Cooper had spent half her life on ships like this one, some of them in even worse shape, but she'd never experienced… whatever this was. She staggered out of the pod, light-headed and nauseated and frankly a little surprised to be alive. Nobody else in her chamber seemed to have woken, but she didn't pause to investigate. If they were dead, she wasn't prepared to handle that yet. Instead, she stumbled toward the exit, the door sliding aside automatically to let her pass. The hallway was empty as well, and she leaned against the corrugated metal wall to catch her breath.

"MU-TH-UR?"

Greetings, Science Officer Cooper.

There was a measure of comfort in the cool, computerized voice answering back as usual. Machines were so much easier to understand than humans. And statistically much less likely to kill anyone.

"…Why am I awake? How-- how much is left of the journey?"

Your hypersleep chamber has experienced a system failure. There are fifty-nine years, three months, and twenty-seven days until we reach our destination.

"Fuck…" she whispered, fighting the urge to sink down to the floor and put her head between her knees. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to get up again. A metallic clanging from deeper in the ship snapped her head up, her breaths coming faster. She was suddenly aware of the fact that she was standing on a ghost ship in her underwear, weaponless and virtually defenseless.

"H-Hello? Is someone there?"

[eriksdefender]

save me, I'm back in my Alien era and it's becoming @raccoon-tsu problem (I'm doing the biggest research, yapping about David and his babies all the time)

[magicaintel]

MAGICAINTEL. A sideblog dedicated to the made up world of MAGICA. Inspired by the minds of Becky and Moni, this blog is centered around information about it and the idea of a DM blog! A loose multimuse where we just lore dump too much!

If interested in learning more about the lore, follow here or join this discord server!

[novella-writers]

hello!!! i go by many names here, but you may call me zoth. 21+, she/they and professional lover of the dark and horrific. i consume a lot of movies, novels and soundtracks on the daily pertaining to horror, sci-fi, supernatural, and lovecraftian. i only write inhuman muses, be they werewolves and vampires, or old gods and demonic entities.

i am currently looking for some new rp partners, mainly ocxoc with worldbuilding plots- all ships open be they romantic, found family, antagonistic, or platonic. i can play any gender (male, female, nb) and am open to any pairings should romance come up.

give me gothic southern horror, things that go bump in the night, strange lights in the sky, symbols on the walls, something in the woods, a lab experiment gone wrong, ect. let me write the creepy crawlies. please be over the age of 18 to interact with me as i like to explore dark and triggering themes like; body horror, violence, gore, trauma, ptsd, religion, and possible nsfw

if canon characters are more your thing, i am also open to some fandoms at the moment, but bare in mind i prefer to play ocs in most cases (fandoms i play canons in will have a * next to them). i enjoy dune (films), the alien franchise*, the ritual*, any of h.p lovecraft's works*, scream, malignant*, the walking dead, and more, so please feel free to ask.

if you are interested in writing with me, like or comment and i'll give you my discord for further plotting.

look forward to writing with you soon!

Like if interested!

[glitchedrphub]

THIS TIME...IT'S WAR.

@xencmorph

a private / independent / highly selective roleplay blog for canons and ocs of the galaxy's deadliest organism: the xenomorph. triggering themes present. read rules before engaging.

_burst by glitch_

[chaosmicjelly]

(( even someone like Perrine has bad days. but she's good at hiding it.

[darkrpfinders]

I think I maybe forgot to put my age on the previous one my apologies!! so try two

hello people and alien lovers !!! I'm looking for some alien abduction roleplay, mxm and ocxoc only! I'd love to include some dead dove themes as well!

I'm 20 so STRICT 18+!

I only rp on discord, no random anime fcs, irl/description/own art work is all completely fine!!

give this post a like if you're interested or have questions and I'll come message you!!👽🕊️

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[rphunter]

greetings and salutations! you may call me z. i am 25+ and use she/her pronouns. i am on the hunt for fellow 20+ lit to novella writers for some horror plots. note, i am not looking for shipping (though it is more than welcome if it develops). i want to dig down into the dark, horrific and frightening. the creeping dread that gets under your skin. i deal ONLY in playing inhuman muses: the demonic, the otherworldly, the unspeakable and unknowable.

i have three original characters: a werewolf, a vampire, and an artificial intelligence. there will be body horror, there will be gore, there will be blood. i will only play any of these three against other ocs. but, i do play many canons in various fandoms as well. some examples are:

the cthulhu mythos

longlegs

hereditary

the thing (1982) - or any john carpenter media

stephen king media

alien franchise

v/h/s franchise

skinamarink

malignant

basically, i've probably heard of any horror book, game, comic or movie so feel free to ask me about others. if you're interested in whipping up a plot with me (bare in mind, i am a very slow replier at times), interact with this post or message me @zehorrorhub and i'll add you on discord. thanks!

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[inkedstone]

@inkedstone, an rp blog featuring Iros Odyn, Khazen, Artist, God-King, a Suneater from Isore

[mallydajester]

RP POST!

Mally:HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE

*your still in the AIs grasp no escaping or struggle to do anything from escaping*

{what will you do?}

@snow951thecat

[thewheelofrp]

She was trying not to press her face up against the glass but she nearly couldn't help it. Ever since her species started to explore the galaxy they had come across hundreds of species. This was the first human she'd seen up close.

"They are so much like us. So smooth....shiny..." she purred, a low vibrating sound as she licked her lips. "Hello, human. Are you injured? Are you hungry?"

[cursedvessels]

open starter!! plot; Constantine washing up on a beach after doing something terrible he doesn't remember doing--maybe your muse knows something or maybe they're just a passer-by who happens upon his shivering broken form...Either way, y/m helps him get somewhere safe for the time being -- could be an apoc setting or a modern or historical, literally everything and anything because he's an alien time traveller and can be put in any universe/situation/time period; DM me if you have questions @indiestarter

It's dark. And cold.

These are the first sensations Cos feels as his consciousness breaches the endless Void trying to lock him away. At first, it feels like he's drowning, like he can't escape or swim any further and he can't see the surface of the water. Everything in him is shutting down, goosebumps rippling over perfect skin, lips darkening in hinted blue...And for a moment, he wonders if this is death. Perhaps the Void has finally taken him for good...

That is, until the sudden breach of the surface. The sudden splash of water leaving his ears, dripping and flinging off of his frigid skin as he flails about. Hands tear into the jagged rock beneath him, shoving himself up and out of the water and gasping for air the minute he can breathe again. He coughs, chokes, and sputters for a moment as he desperately heaves in breath after breath, dragging himself closer to the shore until he can collapse in a pile in the rugged sand. Laying flat on his back, he's gasping like a fish. Bits of memory--or perhaps bits of the future, he can never tell--flash before his eyes. A whale. Hands on his throat. No...Wait...his hands. On someone's throat. Blood. Red blood. So much of it...

In fact, now that his vision is growing less burry he's realizing that there's blood all over him. His shirt is stained red, the water seeping off of him a pinkish colour as it dilutes what stains had been left on his skin, his hands. Shaking hands lift into view, blocking the sun as he turns them over to see the blood crusting the edges of his nails...That's when panic sets in again, everything in him clenching as he lays there, shivering terribly like his body might just shut down if he didn't get dry and warmed up soon.

It feeds.

The words boom in his head in a gritty, disgusting voice. They gasp, start to choke again and spit out more salt water as they prop themselves up slightly...Eyes land on a pair of feet stood a short distance away and slowly he lets his gaze lift to view the sudden stranger. Dizzily, he blinks, but seconds later he's slumping over in the sand again--consciousness flooded with darkness.