I decided to paint one of my favorite aliens from Star Trek: The Original Series, the Horta from the episode "The Devil In The Dark." ♥

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I decided to paint one of my favorite aliens from Star Trek: The Original Series, the Horta from the episode "The Devil In The Dark." ♥
Thanks to this beautiful post from @peridotsarelongterm and @cursedtrekedits, I bring you Mother Horta's disco hit, "No Kill I!"
I’m made of silicon, I am petrified
I will protect the children, I remain right by their side
And I have spent so many nights thinking how you did us wrong
And I grew strong
I learned to vaporize your throng
Because you’re here
From outer space
I just crawled in to find you looting all our pergium in haste
I should have melted all the rock, I should have made sure that you’d flee
If I’d have known for just one second that you’d hurt my kids and me
Go on now, go, walk out the door
Just turn around now
Because I’ll liquidate the floor
Weren’t you the one who broke my eggs and made me cry?
You think I’d crumble
You think I’m just a pizza pie?
Oh no kill I, I must survive
For as long as Horta babies hatch you know I’ll stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
My digestion’s corrosive
So no kill I
I will survive
Hey, hey
It took all the strength I had when you zapped my hump
After I’d stolen your reactor’s circulation pump
Into the Chamber of the Ages, not to hide myself away
And now you say
That you can cure my rainy day
And you see me
Somebody new
I like your Vulcan ears but I am not in love with you
The end of things cannot begin, tomorrow’s vault contains the key
If you break hundreds of my eggs then of your men I’ll burn fifty
Go on now, go
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
Or I’ll irradiate your core
Weren’t you the one who tried to meld and shouted “pain!”
Think I’m a devil
I’ve got a heart and bigger brain
Oh no kill I, I will survive
You may see a big lasagna, I’ll get pasta you to strive
Got eternity to birth, I’m not questioning my worth
So no kill I
I will survive…
Oh…
Okay, you’ll stay
We’ll make a deal
You’ll take the minerals
That we don’t need to make a meal
I’m dancing even though you cannot see my feet
Now that your doctor
Healed me with some concrete
You no kill I, I did survive
And we taught a moral lesson through the magic of sci-fi
Differences don’t mean wrong, that’s the Mother Horta’s song
So no kill I
I will survive
No kill I!
OK, Hillary, I voted for you, so please don't bomb any countries I'm trying to study in, OK? (Better yet, don't bomb anybody at all. Thanks. Sincerely, Maya.)
Body image is weird I prefer seeing myself as a slim human but I'm fine being a chubby lizardperson I'm not sure if that's social pressures (which obvs don't apply to lizardpeople) or the fact that I just legit find a wider range of theoretical reptilepeople types appealing than I do human types (For my own body image - I actually find a fair number of fat human body types to be beautiful, I just feel dysphoric about the thought of being them. Mostly because a lot of the ones I think are Cute On Other People also have very feminine-coded traits, which again are Cute On Others but not me.)