The Xenomorph that is too precious for this universe, My OC Nimf. He communicates through the use of Telepathy.
Friendly, with an adorable sense of innocence.
Very curious, constantly asking about many things around him; “Y/N, what’s that hose with spikes and blood?” “Nimf, That’s a rose bush” “Oh okay.” “Y/N!! What that four-legged soft creature?!” “That’s a cat Nimf.”
Loves cuddling like crazy! He loves snuggling up close to you under blankets, and will often chipper and coo at you.
Actually is scared of sleeping alone, due to having nightmares about the hive and Xenomorphs killing him or worse you, and will crawl into bed with you if he wasn’t in the bed already. When sleeping with you, he’ll start at the end of the bed, curled up like a cat. If in the event he has a nightmare, you’ll be awoken by terrified screeching, you’d see him asleep thrashing about, distressed chirping, screeching, a truly terrified mess. “Nimf! Nimf wake up!” You Shake the Xenomorph until he wakes up, scared and shaking. Nimf looks up at you and rushes over to you, resting his head in your chest, screeching. “Y/N! Y-you’re okay... I-I thought you-” “Shhhhh, there, there, I’m okay, and it was only a bad dream, it wasn’t real.” You gently caress his dome-shaped head and he gets close to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not going anywhere Nimf, I promise.”
Loves to wear bow-ties, like it’s his trademark, and it’s cute. A different color every day.