#anearthstruckalien

[recklessinventor]

✍️!

Send ✍️ and I’ll Draw Your Muse! - No Longer Accepting

that boy ain’t right, i tell you what

this is my favorite aspect of their dynamic afsglsj

[jesterofinaba]

starter for @anearthstruckalien​

Another dreary day in Inaba. Not foggy, but it would be soon. Adachi had a hunch.

It was raining, though, the little water droplets easily streaking down Adachi’s bright yellow raincoat as he leaned against a rotting wooden fence. To any passerby, it looked like he was slacking off his police work once again when he was supposed to be guarding the premises. The Inaba police department had gotten wind of another possible victim in the string of odd murders that had taken place in town recently - some teenage girl, though she’d been reported as missing and not dead - and Adachi was supposed to be keeping an eye out for suspicious characters. He had his typical dopey, bored look on his face as he stared absent-mindedly off into the horizon, though what he was thinking was an entirely different story.

A possible third murder victim, and one that he wasn’t directly tied to. It was just a matter of time until something happened, and whether the girl died or was saved by some schmucks parading under the guise of justice didn’t really matter to him. As long as it kept his little game interesting.

It was hard not to smile.

It’s then that the young man notices someone standing by themselves in the rain. Looked like a kid. Where was his parents, anyhow...? Jeez, he always got stuck dealing with the brats. Another reason this hick town sucked. No one even had control over their rugrats, even if this kid didn’t look like he was from around here. He takes a hand out of his pocket and waves, giving his typical innocent smile. Maybe he can make this kid scared enough about the murders to piss off and provide him with a little laugh.

“Hey, kiddo,” he starts lightheartedly. “You probably shouldn’t be around here by yourself. Lots of police around, you know, with all the scary stuff going on. You lost?”

[pigmonarch]

❝You know, I may be a lot of things: a swine, a disgrace to humanity, whatever else, but at least I’m no brainless almighty idiot who can’t even control his own actions.❞

[aeriesite]

As the sun rose, slipping through the cracks of the blinds, Mikoto was already out of her bed and in the dining area. Her bed was already sorted, as was her things. (She hadn’t taken much out of there in the first place.) Her tail swayed with vague interest as she watched the innkeeper move about the kitchen. While she might not need to eat, it was a skill she knew was necessary for these Gaians.

A plate slid before her, and she followed where it had come from. It was the wife of the innkeeper, offering a friendly smile, greeting her. She nodded in return. “Growing girls like you could use all the food you could get.” There was an odd twitch of one of her eyes --- a wink? --- before she set off, answering another customer’s call. Far too quickly for Mikoto to correct her.

The genome glanced at the food before her. Eggs of some sort and strips of meat fried. A piece of bread sat on the corner. She picked up her fork; knowing that this sort of plate was quite generous from a place as far away from the city, she took a bite. Soft, fluffy even, with a touch of sweetness to it. Satisfactory. Sweets were one of the few things she could appreciate from eating.

As she sliced one of her strips of meat, she could hear the chair beside her scrape against the ground as it was tugged back. She finished her cut before glancing over their way.    

     @anearthstruckalien (geigue + mikoto)

[maskedl0ve]

🌸! if it's applicable at all given their limited RP interactions.

Send 🌸 for three things my muse likes about yours. || Still Accepting!

“hmm. Well, I like how knowledgeable he is. it’s always important to know what you’re doing. He doesn’t just spew insults all because he doesn’t like something.” 

Lord knows how many very vocal judgmental people Claus has had to deal with... 

“And I like how you can have a good discussion with him. It’s nice to be able to just have a long talk with someone about things.” 

[ @anearthstruckalien ] 

[cartoonlonk-a]

Random appreciation doodle for @anearthstruckalien <3 this looks like one comfy alien boi

[pk-telepathy-blog]

They’re just Muffins [Closed RP]

Continued from here! @anearthstruckalien

Ninten kinda raised a brow at this, sure he wasn’t the smartest guy in the world but he had a small understanding of what that actually meant “No, they wanted to make them for you” he explains smiling, technically he had been roped into it, but his sisters wanted to make them for their technical uncle. 

“they didn’t know what flavour you liked so there is 4, blueberry, chocolate chip, pumpkin and raspberry with white chocolate” he explains calmly “Minnie and Mimmie would love to meet you though so they made these muffins as a sort of you know, family thing” he smiles simply. He considered it a peace offering

[bassplunder]

Duster, as many knew, was not someone who had any inherent, naturally occurring abilities. Not PSI, or a genius level intellect, nothing of the sort. However, spending so much time around those that were granted such power had gotten him familiar with the heavy presence they gave off. It varied among them, as things tend to; Lucas’s felt lighter, his brother’s tended to shift based on mood, et cetera. Tonight, however... this chill, though similar, was something altogether unfamiliar.

Something almost alien.

The thief caught a glimpse of whatever it was out of the corner of his eye, turning on the spot. These late night walks were getting dangerous nowadays...

[ @anearthstruckalien ]