#alienposting

[skunkstripe]

specifically these two promo images fill me with fear. they are coming to get me.

[lucypenniiies]

Shiny sylveon: my primary and secondary colors swap!

Shiny umbreon: My shiny is a fan favorite amongst the community

Shiny espeon:

[skippyisntfunny]

[andromeda-64]

If aliens end up not being mammals we’re going to have such a hard time explaining milk to them. They’re going to think we’re so fucking weird.

[vinokas]

🐱 yellow glorp exploring earth vegetation

for @yellow-cat :3

👽 doll body base pattern from sweetsofties(.)com

[tamzzz69]

The Reflection That Wasn't Mine

Liam woke up in an unfamiliar bed, his body feeling... different. He sat up, shirt loose around his shoulders, golden dog tag pressing coolly against his chest. The room smelled like fresh linen and something else—metallic, almost electric.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stumbled toward the mirror on the wall. That’s when he saw it.

The face staring back at him wasn’t his.

It looked like him—same golden hair, same sharp jawline—but something about the eyes was wrong. They were too steady, too knowing. As if something was watching through them rather than from them.

Liam clutched his head as flashes of another life filled his mind. A cold, silver room. Shadows standing over him. Needles pressing into his skin. Then, whispers in his head, "This vessel will do."

The memories weren’t his.

A knock at the door made him jump.

"Liam? You awake?"

The voice was familiar—his best friend, Jake.

Panic surged through him. He didn't know what he would say, didn't even know who he was anymore.

Then, a voice from deep within his mind—not his own—answered for him.

"Yes, I'm awake."

The words rolled off his tongue smoothly, naturally. Too naturally.

As Jake entered, Liam felt his lips curl into a perfect, practiced smile. He didn’t force it.

He wasn’t in control anymore.

And somewhere, trapped in the void of his own mind, the real Liam screamed.

[pyrholidonhead]

alien season is officially upon us by the way. embrace winter with the cold terror of space, sigourney weaver, insidious corporations that want to kill you, space truckers and space marines, and your best friend the xenomorph

[ferntern]

Returning to post gnarp gnarp kiwi