#cosmic giant

[withoutend]

g/t prompt 43

as you watch the night sky, you see a massive figure start blotting out the sun

as the blackness covers up more stars and takes on a clearer shape, the silhouette nears the moon

the figure does not blot out the moon

the figure is behind the moon

they are that big

[empressxmachina]

Galactus VS Unicron (Marvel Comics VS Transformers) | DEATH BATTLE!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

the boyos are curious by human things

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Neptune, the Ice Giant

[ifuckinglovelemondemon-srs]

Do you ever just listen to a song and go "damn this song is so good that i want to inject it into my system"

[madcat-world]

The Cosmic Dragon - Ondřej Hrdina

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

CTHULHU

by pudding zhou

[doctorslippery]

[spacecolonie]

the last stand

[itsapmseymour]

Fun Fact: Saoirse was a smaller height in the sketch…but I know the internet loves taller

[atomic-chronoscaph]

The Strange World of Planet X (1958)

[natureintheory]

It is that time. 🍂

→ Insert into "what they think I want to wear vs what I actually want to wear" meme

#Goblincore #SweaterWeather ( Why yes that is a black 3M Aura N95 on the last one. Even less possible than the sweaters ;_; )

[empressxmachina]

The giant skeleton is growing, how do we stop it? #space #monster

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

The Celestial Moon Giant

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he is finished at last!

[owlcoholik]

cosmic brownie anteater!! i love anteaters so much and i wanted my own so i made one. she works at the library and loves painting her claws different colors as well as threading beads into her thick fur

[whereserpentswalk]

Imagin witnessing a giant dying. This massive creature of the land that's been here for generations. He looks like a massive human, as tall a skyscraper, his shoulders sprouting plants and his back covered in vines, his body its own ecosystem as birds make their nests in their beard.

He is old. He was here when the first humans came to this land from across the bering strait. He's seen great cities grow, great cities burn, seen empires fall, seen empires rise. His kind's lifespans are far longer than humanity's, but they are limited, as all creatures of flesh and blood are thus limited.

When you first talk to him you ask him what he thinks of your era. He ponders for a moment. You wish for him to condemn all of humanity or all of your generation for a moment. Yet he does not. He speaks of things you wouldn't think to, songs barely heard, festivals of lost woods, and creatures beyond humanity. And when he tells you about humanity's destruction, of the loss of life, he does not blame the commoners but the rulers. And he tells you not to grieve for an extinction that has not yet come to pass.

When you ask him if he fears death he tells you he does not. He wonders why humans do, perhaps for how ephemeral you are. He has lived a long life. And he will die as his ancestors did, and as his decedents someday will. He tells you he does not know where beings are to go upon their death, but that it does not matter, for it will not prevent that final moment.

He tells you that you must wish he was the last of his kind, but he is not. You must wish his death was humanity's story, that it could be a tragedy or a triumph for humanity, but it is not. He is merely sinking into one of nature's many cycles, one that humans tend to fear too much in your era.