Here, Iâm called Ego. Friends can call me lance though, just for kicks.
they/them, agender aroace
sometimes we use âweâ to refer to myself, donât worry about it. :)
I draw and write a lot on here and will continue to do so. I also enjoy ranting about my interests and little guys (or as you tumblr fellows call them, blorbos)
No NSFW please.
DO NOT INTERACT if youâre coming here to be an asshole in general or are any kind of bigot.
now that we got all that out of the wayâŠ
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(interests)
Alien franchise (mostly Aliens 1986)
Near Dark (1987)
Frankenstein (both the book and the 2025 film)
Arcane (though not a whole lot, but I do talk about Viktor occasionally)
Twenty One Pilots, or music in general. but definitely tĂžp.
outside of that Iâll just be talking about aliens and vampires and whatnot in general. I like trains but not like that.
and maybe iâll take requests at some pointâŠ? but theyâre probably only going to be little doodles and writing blurbs but hey go for it I guess
Ask Box is OPEN, you can ask me anything
Donât DM me if I donât even know you exist, pretty straightforward, DMs are open to moots though! Please bother me mutuals. With text indicators please though. :]
AND THATâS ALL ABOUT ME! And Iâll be here until we burn this place down!
iâve only known these three for like two weeks but iâve decided sev is aroace, jesse is demisexual, and diamondback got a kick out of beating up her schoolmates (or other kids in her town) when she was a little girl
Severen is always aro to me, ace or not. He (kind of) canonically (per the writer and director at least) is the only member of the family with no regrets about vampirism, the only one who doesn't see a downside to it. He is having a great time! He loves setting fires and stealing cards and eating people and putting on a show and doing stupid and/or violent things* with his friends/family!!!!
We don't know enough about jesse for me to have any kind of hard opinion but funny enough given the backstory he got in my long fic...i guess thats kind of where I went with him too? Spoiler free being he just....didnt care much? He had a family as a human and a couple women who had already been turned when he met them, maybe prey once or twice that he thought twice on but ultimately killed, then Diamondback who we canonically know was human when he met, and [per writer, director, and iirc the actors] he then turned. Fine enough on his own but has this one exception who is somehow wildly different than him but also exactly the same.
Diamondback might not have been a bully but she strikes me as having demanded not only respect, but to be the authority amongst a group and taken offense when that wasn't followed. All the boys in her class were afraid of her until they were teenagers and she was suddenly shorter than all of them. Thats when she started carrying a knife. Before the knife though she fought dirty and probably had a penchant for biting as a small child.
*severen and jesse in the pre-diamondback years wouldve been nonstop insane, the worst ideas, batshit schemes, many explosions and only some on purpose. Jackass: Vampire Edition.
NO BECAUSE I feel like youâve added a whole lot of analysis to my ridiculous ideas every time youâve reblogged and itâs always so cool to see where you go with this
i just kind of came up with the diamondback hc solely on her conversation with jesse on how they first met, i felt like sheâs lived through dealing with a ton of men that would heckle her and just think they can push her around, with the âi saw you and knew you were troubleâ line
i actually think she just helped him and let him on his way and that the only reason jesse turned her was that she coincidentally happened to be at the bar/motel/other building he decided to choose to go hunt for the night
but I can also see her carrying a knife around at a younger age. hey wait. SHE STILL DOES
iâve only known these three for like two weeks but iâve decided sev is aroace, jesse is demisexual, and diamondback got a kick out of beating up her schoolmates (or other kids in her town) when she was a little girl
Mutuals who I have hardly spoken with but we instead communicate through silently liking and reblogging each other's posts... I hope you're all having a lovely day âš
hi I just want everyone to know that the most fun Iâve had in d&d was when I got to enter a castle completely COVERED in blood and then I proceeded to threaten a housekeeper and pin an old man guard to a wall like three times
i think itâd be funny (for me, not the clan) if everything was the same but homer was like. 1000 years old. Like if someone starts calling him kid he starts reciting shit in old english before killing them
eventually realizing that those long ass monologues get him shot more often so he stops later on
itâs kinda funny looking back at younger ego, who thought they were hetero and a girl, kind of thinking this month didnât apply to them, and yet they were still questioning themselves and curious about themselves
but hey now I realize the importance of this month to me and others, how it shows how much weâve had to struggle to even be acknowledged and how much we still have to struggle
but hey at least we got a community now. thatâs sweet. stay queer yâall :]
the vampire friend is hella manipulative. is that the right word?
so in other words they go out at night and get a real kick out of chaos and slaughter and then they visit their human friend in the morning and are like âmy friendâŠiâm weakâŠplease, assist me or I shall burn in the wrath of the sun. pretty please đ„ș weâre friends right đ„șâ
and then later when someone in their clan or smth finds out where theyâre running off to theyâre like âare you fucking serious. youâre making puppy dog eyes to a fucking human. why the fuck.â
and the human friend finds out their buddy is actually kind of a sadist and are kinda freaked out
its difficult having a favorite character who you have absolutely no attraction to but a lot of other people do. i love him. not like that. i dont even like him i hate him actually. hes just really important to me. Not like that. he lives in my brain. No not like that. hes just there and i think about him a lot. hes disgusting and i hate him. hes very fascinating to me. i understand him. hes not sexy at all though. a lot of people say that and i disagree but to each their own. hes my favorite and i want to kill him
A less awkward conversation during quiet hours. And a lot of wondering. Poor Bishop.
hereâs your 6.5 >:) mostly written at 1 in the morning, just like every good fanfic
word count: 1813
Content warning/labels: found family, platonic, self-insert character, angst, alternative universe, occasional POV switches, agender Bishop
Part Six (Act Two): Stars.
He wasnât sure why he still feltâŠweary. How walking still hadnât come to him, how he felt a dull ache if he walked for too long. He was operating at full power, and he had sufficient fluid levels, but still. Heâd have to stop every ten or twenty minutes. This hadnât happened before. Then again, he hadnât been egregiously injured before. But now that the others were asleep in various different locations, he had time to think. Process. Wonder.
Bishop found himself reflecting on Hudson. Maybe he could have figured something out, could have fixed them like new. Or maybe they were an impossible case now, repaired but never top-of-the-line.
They had hoped, despite all his bemoanings and gloom, that Hudson would have made it. They hadnât felt much when he saw only Ripley and Hicks exit at that moment, but nowâŠ
A different ache made its presence known to them. Something processed in their thoughts. It registered asâŠgrief. Loneliness. And as they sat and stared out the large window the bed had been up against, from the vast infinities of space, to the swirling clouds of milky white dancing on the blue glow of Earthâs atmosphere below, that ache seemed to bloom instead of fade.
Bishop found themself running a finger over the sutures and staples again. It still felt unnerving to them, the lumps and the ridges interrupted by lines of metal and fused skin. They wondered if their regenerative systems were still keeping up. At least it seemed like it wouldnât break open at any moment.Â
I figured they donât take kindly to situations likeâŠthis.
What was he now, exactly? An âartificial personâ, this much he knew. But thatâs what he was to himself. What was he to the others? Sure, some of the Marines saw him as one of their own, others as just a different kind of coworker. But go further down the line, and heâd be no more than an asset. He wasnât sure why that thought bothered him now. How he could have been so easily replaced and discarded, but they had kept him here. For what? To preserve his individuality? He had his quirks, but how much of that was programming and how much was Bishop?
Bishopâs head snapped towards the direction of the sound of footsteps quietly padding down the floor, a sound more akin to Neroâs restless pacing, which abruptly stopped when the figure noticed him noticing them. That tendency of his had freaked some people out before, or so Hudson had jibed on past occasions. But though Nero seemed a little spooked by said tendency, they still approached Bishop, albeit with a sideways glance, which lacked malice, but didnât linger either.
âScared me a bit,â Nero finally said quietly as they took a seat on the bed, illuminated by the view outside. Automatically, Bishop apologized. Semi-automatically, Nero accepted said apology.Â
âI assumed you were resting with the others?â
Nero smiled bitterly. âTried to. Got nightmares. Just like Ripley. And Newt. I dunno about Dwayne, though.â
âYouâre on a first-name basis with Hicks.â
They shrugged. A tendency of theirs, like a filler word. âI meanâŠhe told it to me, so I guess we are. I donât know if weâre close, though.â
âClose, as inâŠ?â Bishop was aware he was asking Nero a lot of questions, things they probably havenât thought about until now. It was all in the spirit of getting to know a person, he decided, and maybe to mitigate the ache of grief.
âLike how Newt and Ripley are close. Theyâre like a mom and a daughter. Itâs sweet, butâŠsometimes I wish I had a connection with one of you guys too. I suppose I had a lot of time to do that when you guys found me, butâŠI didnât want to lose friends I just made. Itâs weird to make friends with adults anyway.â
âBut youâre comfortable talking with me?â
Nero hesitated, staring at the bedsheets. ââŠthatâs different.â
In a way, they were right. For one, the risk of death was gone or at the very least, highly unlikely. The âadultâ part was a little more complex, though. Bishop hadnât interacted with younger humans before this, so the idea of âchild and adultâ hadnât occurred to him until now. Even someone as young as Newt could think for themselves, but still looked up to older people for help. But was that a years of age thing, or an experience thing? Bishop wasnât sure he had much of either, aside from a lot of pre-stored knowledge. Did that count?
âI mean, I guess you know a lot of stuff, but youâre not really an adult either. You just look middle aged for some reason. Like youâre supposed to be an adult, but your âexperiencesâ only come from stuff you already know, and being an adult isâŠsomething where youâve lived through different events instead of just observing them. Or something. But Iâm just saying stuff at this point.â Bishopâs eyebrows quirked upwards. How coincidental. It wasnât a direct answer, but it touched on his previous wonderings.
âNo, your commentary does have some sense to it. Though I canât exactly tell you if youâre right or not, Iâm not sure about it either,â Bishop replied, the smallest of polite smiles gracing his lips.
âI guess you donât really age, though, so it doesnât apply to you completely,â Nero acknowledged, looking out at the stars from the window.
âMaybe not,â Bishop agreed, turning his attention to the stars as well. For a few moments there was nothing but the ambient hum of some distant machinery in the background as they sat in the dark, a quiet, constant whoosh that was not unlike those in empty hotel rooms. The nightmares that had woken Nero did not seem to be bothering them now, or at the very least, they wouldnât talk about it. Their gaze seemed almost as vacant as the interstellar void they drifted in, with weariness tugging at the corners. Their form wavered, seeming desperate to stay awake but also to lean on something. Bishop took pause; Nero hadnât made any effort to make themselves comfortable with them, that was true before. Still, they didnât push Bishop away, either. Without intention, their subconscious dwelled on Neroâs past extemporaneous gestures ofâŠaffection? That hug. Theyâd never hugged anyone else before this. They had even held their hand when they were losing fluid, bisected on the floor of the landing bay in the Sulaco. So though Bishop didnât completely understand why those things had happened, why Nero had seemed so determined toâŠjump the gun, in a wayâthey supposed an invitation wouldnât be too outlandish.
ââŠare you tired? You can lay here,â he offered, gesturing to the empty space next to him, trying to seemâŠwelcoming? Was that the right word? ââŠif you want.âÂ
Nero didnât move, still glancing at the stars. Had they not heard them? His mouth opened to repeat his statement, but Neroâs gaze flickered downwards and off to the side, before theyâŠslowly started adjusting their position, sinking into the mattress near Bishopâs side, laying down on their back. Nothing luxurious, butâŠfor whatever reason, they seemed to smile a little bit. They didnât seem as perturbed as they had during their first interactions with him, gone was the typical tension in their back and shoulders, the shiftiness of their gaze, the balling of their fists. Their hands rested lightly instead, one at their side, another atop their chest as they gazed up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes.
ââŠthe stars looked nice. I donât think IâveâŠever actually seen them in real life on the colony,â Nero murmured after a few seconds.Â
âIâm assuming this is your first time out in space, too,â Bishop stated. Neroâs mouth curved slightly upwards at the corners, again. They kept their gaze on the ceiling, their gaze somewhat reflective.
âYeahâŠitâs a lot of firstsâŠfirst time seeing stars outside of a photo, first time in hypersleep, first time on a space station, first time watching everyone I loved getting brutalized by aliensâŠâ They trailed off, looking off to the side at the floor, one of their hands tense.
âIâm sorry we hadnât known about it sooner,â they gently consoled, taking the hand that had been resting on Neroâs chest, a strange kind of role reversal. Neroâs hand started to jerk away reflexively, their head snapping up and their eyes wide, only to realize it was just a friend, someone trying to offer commiseration in the only way they knew humans did. So Nero stopped themselves, even letting themselves intertwine their hand with Bishopâs, tighter now. A tether of some sorts.
âI didnât think anyone was going to come anyway,â they mused. ââŠbut I guess Iâm glad I did. I got to meet new people, and, well, you, I guess.â A pause. âThereâs another first. The first artificial person Iâve met.â
Bishop quirked an awkward smile, feeling something stir along with the bloom of grief. A warmth to combat that pit, that slight bit of flattery from someone that felt comfortable with him. They were almost glad to be that âfirstâ to them.Â
âHey, Bishop?â Nero murmured, seeming closer to the edge of sleep.
âYes?â
âI know youâre probably less interested in the workings of people, seeing that youâreâŠdifferent in a way. Smarter, I suppose. And probably tired of all the dumb things and feelings we all have, but even with thatâŠcan I be your friend?â
Less interested?Â
Neroâs comment almost stung, though they probably didnât mean any harm. If anything, it was quite the opposite. Humans still confused Bishop to no end, their tendencies, the way they interacted, their pains, their comforts. But all of it drew them closer instead of brewing contempt, leaving Bishop wanting to learn more, to be a part of these people, though it was harder to put into practice than to just theorize about.
A âfriendâ. Something like the bond Hudson had shared with them. Could it help both of their pits of grief as they navigated this uncertain future? Perhaps that would be more likely with this newâŠcompanionship, than without it. Maybe they could both learn things from each other from this. Maybe they could live with being a little more broken than when they started. Gently, and without much thought, Bishop gave Neroâs hand a squeeze, something he had seen Ripley do for Newt before, to console the little kid. They hoped they had done it right.
âSure.â
That dull vacancy in Neroâs eyes lifted, even in their tired state. They sank into the mattress, seeming satisfied.
ââŠIâm kinda tired, soâŠIâll justâŠtake a restâŠâ They trailed off again, almost dozing off, their grip loosening but not fully pulling away. Bishop took it as a sign to stick around. He nodded in understanding, hoping it wouldnât be another nightmare-ridden sleep for Nero.
