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Magic and Moonlit Wings

@magic-and-moonlit-wings / magic-and-moonlit-wings.tumblr.com

A fanblog of the movie Strange Magic, and whatever else catches my attention. A surprising amount of Trollhunters stuff now, too.
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why are star wars planets more boring than earth and our solar system like sure we’ve seen desert, snow, diff types of forest, beach, lava, rain, but like… 

rainbow mountains (peru)

red soil (canada/PEI)

rings (saturn’s if they were on earth) 

bioluminescent waves

northern lights (canada)

salt flats (bolivia, where they filmed crait but did NOTHING COOL WITH IT except red dust?? like??? come ON)

and cool fauna like the touch me not or like, you know, the venus flytrap.. and don’t get me started on BUGS like… we have bugs cooler than sw aliens

BASICALLY like???? come on star wars you had one (1) job where are the cool alien species

I KNOW!! I did a report on filming locations in Star Wars last year and just made a list of places that looked so surreal they could make a convincing other planet. You covered some on my list but if I could just add a couple more:

Tsingy di Bemaraha, Madagascar

Zhangye Danxia, China (similar to the Rainbow Mountains in terms of appearance)

Chocolate Hills, Philippines

Giant’s Causeway, Northern Ireland

So many missed opportunities with cool ass things on Earth, Lucasfilms smh…

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memcjo

Earth is effing amazing!

Quebrada de Humahuaca, Argentina

Lake Retba, Senegal

Tepui, Venezuela

Tianzi Mountains, China

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bunjywunjy

these would make amazing Star Wars planets OR fantasy material:

Tsingy du Bemaraha, Madagascar again (but a different part)

(those are razor-sharp, if you were wondering. very little of this area has been explored because YIKES)

Lake Natron, Tanzania

(looks cool, but is alkaline enough to Kill Your Shit)

Lake Baikal, Russia

(the deepest lake in the world, seriously)

and I’ll wrap it up with Son Doong Cave, Vietnam, the largest cave in the entire world.

it puts anything Dagobah has to offer to absolute shame:

(seriously, the largest chamber is 660 feet high. you could jam a fucking skyscraper in there and still lose it

anyway I really like caves thanks for coming to my ted talk

Holy shit

and this is all on ONE PLANET

try harder star wars

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genericpuff

fun fact about that red soil in pei, the sand itself along the beaches gives off a subtle squeak when you walk thru it :> and so they’re called the “singing sands”

where are the singing sands, star wars 😔

Prank idea for a sci-fi setting: take some space alien tourists to the Rainbow Mountains, Zhangye Danxia, and Quebrada de Humahuaca, and convince them that all of Earth looks like that.

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Alien with a universal translator decides to test it on a cat.

Alien: Hello cat.

Cat: Hello strange-cat.

Alien: why do you call me strange-cat? I am an alien.

Cat: Everything is either cat, strange-cat, not-cat, or not-food.

Alien: I am not-cat.

Cat: Not-cat is food!

Alien: NO! I am Not-food!

Cat: You bigger than me, but you is not trying to eat me. You is very strange not-food. You say you is not-food, then you is not-food. You sure you not strange-cat? You act like strange-cat.

Alien: Nevermind. Can I ask you a question about your owner?

Cat: don't know this word.

Alien: The strange-cat you live with.

Cat: Yes, that is my strange-cat. I take care of them. We play. We sleep. They groom me and make me happy. They can do many things. They are a clever strange-cat. But they dont know how to hunt. Poor strange-cat starve without hunting. So I hunt them food. I bring them food. They share food. They are a good strange-cat, even if they don't know how to hunt.

Alien: Is that why you bring mice and birds to them?

Cat: I see not-cat. I hunt not-cat. I have food for me and my strange-cat.

Alien: But you don't need to do that.

Cat: I do. Me and Strange-cat would starve if I didnt hunt.

Alien: No, look, when your strange-cat takes away your not-cat, and they give food later, dont you ever see that it doesnt look, or smell like the thing you caught?

Cat: My strange-cat is clever. Even if they don't know how to hunt. They take the not-cat and make food.

Alien: Dont you ever notice that you always get the same amount of food even though it's been days, or weeks, since you last caught a little rat, or tiny bird?

Cat: You say many strange words Not-Food. I hunt not-cat. I bring hunt to my strange-cat to show them how to hunt. They take my hunt and they don't hunt, because they are strange-cat. But they make food, because they are clever strange-cat.

Alien: Your strange-cat is called a human. They are powerful predators. They can survive many dangerous things. They are perfectly capable of looking after themselves. They are the ones who look after you! They get the food, not you!

Cat: You are very silly Not-Food. If this is true, why do I need to hunt for them?

*Cat leaves because it is time to go eat with their Strange-cat*

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“There are no female aliens in our game because we don’t know how to make a female version of this alien” You know that alien you just designed? That male alien? Give it a female voice actor and have characters refer to it as she. That’s it. That’s literally all you have to do 

Make her shorter if you must

Make her BIGGER if you aren’t a coward 

Take your male alien bodytype, make her like 4 feet taller, give her an extra set of arms and sharper teeth, and as muscular as shit.

Boom.

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Every doomsday scenario and apocalypse event occur on the same day. The computers gain malevolent sentience, zombies rise from the graves, aliens come down to wage war… Humans end up sitting back and watching these things destroy one other, completely ignored

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feynites

At first, Hester was a trifle worried about the zombies.

They were kind of the most immediately relevant to her, seeing as how her house was right across from the cemetery, and all. The dead didn’t really rise from their graves, though. Or, well, technically they did, but as it happened being buried eight feet under ground in a locked box was still a pretty effective restraining mechanism for most humans, undead or otherwise.

Morgues and hospitals had a bit more of an issue, but that was around when the aliens landed.

Hester was worried about the aliens, of course, but maybe - guiltily - not as worried. Them big mother ships had all gone off to the major cities, and started asking for their leaders, as one might expect, and Hester wasn’t going to complain about them taking some stuff-shirted politicians, even if that wasn’t her nobler half talking.

But her nobler half was technically buried off in the cemetery, making groaning noises in his coffin and generally being as shiftless in death as he was in life.

And the aliens, of course, didn’t get too far in their plans before someone got the bright idea to send them one of the zombies. Before long their ships were fritzing and they were all beaming down, and apparently what made dead humans live again made live aliens fare not so well, because all of them started turning into great big piles of goop.

Of course, that was when the big squidly things started rising out of the sea.

And the lakes.

Hester lived inland, but when Henry Goldstein started posting pictures on the Facebook of the big old thing coming out of the lake, she loaded up her jeep, and drove on out. Keeping to the back roads, mostly, on account of all the evacuations. She kept the radio off. It was all that evangelical end times stuff, and Hester had no interest in hearing it. People were always going off about it being the end of the world. So far, she thought, it’d just been a nuisance.

By the time she got out to the lake, something of a crowd had gathered. The sheriff was there, telling people to turn back. And someone had put out a few orange pylons. But Hester wasn’t impressed. That thing out in the lake didn’t look like an ‘elder god’ of any description to her; it looked like that. What’s-his-name. The fella from Pirates of the Carribean, only bigger, and just the head.

Davey Jones. That was it.

Poor old Henry looked to be having a seizure on the beach, though, and that seemed a little bit more pressing, so she marched on out and shoved her jacket under his head, and then made the sheriff come and actually make himself useful by driving him on out to the hospital. The lake was making a noise like someone had left too many televisions on all at once. Hester turned off her hearing aid to keep it from being a nuisance, and after a few more minutes of nothing much happening, went on back to her truck.

Eventually she did turn on the radio again, and had a search through all the dreck to find a decent news station that was still on. Apparently, it seemed, some new alien ships had come in, only they were having a bit of trouble with the giant wolf that had been angling to swallow the sun, but then decided their space crafts were a bit tastier.

Maybe he didn’t like spicy food, Hester thought.

The deputy was setting out more pylons, and stopped by her open window to listen along.

“It’s the end of the world,” he said.

“If it is, then we should fire whoever organized it,” Hester opined. But she knew the truth.

The world had ended in 2015.

Everything afterwards was just the simulation falling apart.

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The idea that hive minds in sci-fi have queens or some other central apparatus like a mother ship makes no sense at all. That completely defeats the purpose of a hive mind, which is decentralization. 

It speaks to kind of society we live in where it’s generally assumed that unity is achieved through domination only. 

The way we talk about bees and ants suffers from this too. The queen in an ant colony or beehive plays an important role but doesn’t do Any actual leadership. All the coordination bees and ants do is completely decentralized. I’ve always thought it was funny how much people project our society onto nature.

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If an alien race were the same size as these octopi, the females would be 6.6ft (2m) in height, and their males would only be 2.4cm tall.

Imagine seeing what you think is your alien comrade sitting alone with dinner, only to see a tiny figure dart across the table like a bug. It scurries up her arm and seems to plant a little kiss on her cheek. 

Surprise, she’s having dinner with her husband!

Why is that dinner bit so cute gosh

This could be us but you decided not to be 457 feet tall 😒

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syrva

Ghibli knew what was up

just because i needed an approximate visual scale on this

Wife: *sneezes*

Husband: *catapulted through the nearest window with a soft “ping” sound*

Wife: Oh. Oh shit! Ok. Nobody move, please! I’ve lost my husband! Can someone check the ground please, make sure he hasn’t fall into your pocket or something. He has to be around somewhere.

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thehmn

Sight is a bullshit power and I’m starting to think it isn’t even real.

I’ve been obsessed with that one post where people speculated “What if sight was really uncommon in the universe so other aliens treat humans ability to see like it’s some magical power that doesn’t work half the time for stupid reasons?”

I imagine the alien “see” with echolocation, so they don’t bump into things but their range is very limited.

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Aliens are visiting Earth for the first time, and aren’t particularly impressed by our buildings, until they learn about how they were constructed. “You built all this in survival mode?!”

“You mean to tell me that at any given time one of those huge rocks can fall over the workers and kill them?”

“It used to be pretty common, yeah. But the machines are safer now. Mostly.” The human guide shrugged, pointing at a crane.

“And this machine fights against gravity to lift every stone? The whole building is subject to gravity while it’s being built?!”

“Like the rest of the earth, yeah” they rolled their eyes, trying to pull them into the Natural History Museum.

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As species meet each other, so too do their gods. And as the Galactic Union welcomes Humanity, their gods prepare to meet those of Humanity. But as the gates open, only one figure emerges; a skeleton wearing a robe, sandglass, and scythe.

The idle chatter in the room dies down as the human’s divinity enters. Many of the younger gods in attendance nervously shift in their seats, and the elders look up with weary acceptance. A chair slides away from the table that all are seated at, turning towards the newcomer.

“My apologies for being late and alone. The others could not come, so they sent me as their emissary. You may call me Death.”

One of the elders stood and bowed, and the rest of the assemblage lowered their heads in respect. “Welcome, Death, to this meeting of divinity. We accept your apology, and ask that you elaborate as we feast. Please, enjoy our gifts.” Here, the table became populated with sumptuous meats and filling drinks. As they dug in, Death did their level best to not touch those nearby, recoiling should contact with another be imminent. Pleasantries were exchanged, food and drink were consumed, and soon idle chatter returned, though somewhat hesitantly.

“You asked me to elaborate on my being the only one to attend, yes?” At this, the elder nodded and all waited with bated breath. “Humans, peacefully may they rest, have had and lost many gods and goddesses over the eons. Yet I have remained, steadfast and unchanging. I have tended to man and god, accepting them all regardless of their origins. Tyrant and child, civilized and wild, man, beast, god… All are equal in my eyes. All are deserving of rest.”

“I am the only one here on request of the current heads of the various pantheons, for they all see me as the only one who can be trusted to meet with you all. The current elders of human faiths are losing power and dying, and I had to make sure they would not leave too early while I was away, hence why I was late.”

“But gods do not die!” Death turned their gaze to a young insectoid god, dressed in the accoutrements of battle. The war god seemed to shrink at Death’s gaze, which was even and emotionless.

“Oh, but gods do die, young one. I have been there as the ancients of old withered from lack of belief and comforted them as they came to grips with their sudden mortality. I watched as icons of blind and zealous rage skyrocketed to power and crashed in a smoking crater of failure, never seeing that their demise was inevitable. I have tended to the aging gods who managed to hold believers amongst the mortals over centuries, the resurrected ones who found new faith after centuries of being without. More importantly, I have seen gods fuse together in order to stay alive, casting aside pieces of themselves which would either thrive or wither at the mortal’s whims.”

“I noticed,” said one of the elders, “that you dare not touch any of us.” Death nodded, and the elder continued. “Am I to understand that your touch is lethal?”

“The humans certainly seem to think so, as do the young ones here. I’d rather not run the risk of proving them right unintentionally, this is supposed to be a friendly meeting after all.”

“Were any of us here to be on the edge of losing all our followers and withering into nothingness, what would you do?” Here, many of the oldest turned their gazes upon Death.

“I would do for you as I have done for others in such a situation. I would be there for you, in your final moments, and ensure that your passing was a peaceful one. And as I am there for you, the humans will be there for your erstwhile followers. They will record the names of gods that are not theirs, in memoriam. In respect. I like to think that they have learned from me as much as I have learned from them.” At this, the elders nodded and smiled, standing and walking away from the table. As all gathered rose and made to say their farewells, the young insectoid war god glared at Death, and in their people’s hearts arose a desire to crush the weak fleshbag humans.

“You will not kill us, weak human emissary. No god can die.”

“It is not the gods who kill each other. It is the worshippers who decide whether or not a god continues to exist.” Here, Death lifted the sandglass into the young war god’s view. It’s surface shifted to bear a likeness of the war god, and the sands within began to flow. “And it seems that your followers are soon to decide your fate. Farewell, and restful sleep to you.”

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libelula202

Wow that was awesome!

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The alien cuckoos.

Writing prompt: an aliens race who’s like the cuckoos here on earth. They try to sneak their young into the nests (homes, cribs, etc.) of other races.

Humans get a reputation among their race as the easiest to trick into raising their young.

They don’t realise that we aren’t fooled at all, it’s just that we’ll be dammed before we let these cute little baby aliens see an orphanage. If their parents can’t be bothered to raise them, then we’re going to do the best damn job of being adoptive parents the galaxy has ever known!

The Hablimarizacks made a miscalculation.

They didn’t even know they had made it until the very end, and by then, there was nowhere safe for them.

This race prided themselves as being very destructive when taking over a planet by taking it down from the inside out.

Their newly born offspring, while of high intelligence, were always handled as if they were unpleasant. They would isolate each one by themselves so there wouldn’t be any kinks with the ‘create and integrate’ process. Once that was done they would place the young ones in what would be called their ‘workstations’ until they reached max maturity. Most lower level species would call them ‘families’.

By the time the last child matured all the information the Hablimarizacks would need to take over the planet would be all neatly packed. This information included and was not limited to:

Current leaders of every major nation/country

Biggest weapons available

Quickest access to said weapons

List of all diseases

Ways of communication

Location of all main food sources

Locations of sentimental value

Locations for the young offspring of the planet

Understanding of the militaristic forces on planet

And many, MANY more.

What the alien race did not account for when they picked the planet Earth, was the treatment their offspring would receive upon integration into their ‘workstations’.

With all previous planets the other races would treat the offspring with horrible reactions. From physical abuse like hitting or beatings, to mental abuse like ignoring them like they’re not even there.

Humans however... They severely underestimated the mentality of humanity. They thought that by being clever they could finally bring down the race that had ran off three other major predator races, scared off seven destructive based races, and made peace with six-hundred and sixty-six different neutral races.

They thought they were tricking the humans who were always talked about as clever and smart. They assumed they had succeeded in starting the first phase of the beginning of Humanity’s Fall.

What they didn’t know however, was that they had never succeeded in the first place.

Each and every single one of the families that had received a ‘new member’ immediately contacted the Federal Office that deals with anything alien. After reading through the information that the neutral aliens had provided on all the other alien races they discovered what race had invaded their planet this time. After much debate it was decided that every family that had received an alien child would get funding from the World Wide Sudden Alien Situations Society to take care of the child.

All humans were given regularly updated guides on other alien races, so everybody on the planet knew the deal with the newest invaders. Many people feared for the future, but a majority of people were filled with the intent on raising these alien kids with the best childhood they LITERALLY wouldn’t get on any other planet.

Once the kids reached a certain age, their families took them to meet other families who also had an alien child. The aliens were raised along side many other human children who were always curious about any alien they met. Kids who had an alien sibling would brag to other kids. They made the aliens feel happy, safe, and warm. They never wanted to let this go.

Some families faced tragedies in the form of car incidences, killers, and other everyday occurrences. These alien kids, who have strong memories who were told at birth what their purpose on this planet was, who knew what fate was in store for this world. These alien kids swore they would never let anyone take away what was theirs. So they prepared. They informed government officials, they gave information to better protect their secrets, they help improve the planet defenses. They made sure to leave time open to go to Susie’s birthday party; Austin’s slumber party; the class field trip; family outings and events.

So when the very last child reached their max maturity, they were ready.

They waited together as the Mother ship, and only ship, lowered into an empty desert area, the Elder members of the Hablimarizacks approached them, long six fingered hands outstretched for the planet information. The leader of the Earth-raised pack handed the parcel over to the Elder, mentally counting down as the last few pieces fell into place.

“Finally, the end is upon us.” one Elder stated.

Another Elder opened up the package to find several pages of what appeared to be nothing but nonsensical writings. They flipped through a few more but found more of the same.

“What is this nonsense!!” the Elder demanded, looking at the Earth-raised  children with fury. “Where is the information?!”

“You won’t be getting the information.” the one who handed the package over states.

“You dare disobey your parents?! You’re life givers!!?”

“You left us to grown up on an enemy planet with the knowledge that we might not live happy lives. You’ve done the same with our parents, and their parents before them, and before them on and on. You expect us to give you loyalty after spending years apart when you never showed us care before dumping us here.” each Earth-raised held a hard look in their eyes.

“Y’all didn’t even care ‘bout us ta begin with!!” one shouted from the back of the crowd.

“You dare toss us to do your dirty work, like mongrels!! You are just a bunch of cowards who cannot take on an enemy head on!” another Earth-raised closer to the front sneered, checking their stylized nailed, sharped especially for this day.

“You dare-!” one Elder spat.

“We dare because you threaten what is ours.” an Earth-raised decked out in pastel Lolita clothes interrupts, spitting a wad of gum into the Elder’s face.

“You were right about one thing, Elder.” the Earth-raised who handed the package over says. “The end is upon us. Your end.”

With those words all the Earth-raised activate the shield bracelets they all wore and hit the deck as the cloaking machines hiding the massive gathering of all the world’s military forces shut off.

The Elders went first, a bullet in each head. Next was the ship, each and every single one of the race of Hablimarizacks was captured. The governments dealt with the prisoners while the Earth-raised went home to catch a soap opera, or make it in time for their live stream game time.

And all was well.

Humans are not dumb, they are very smart.

They are also very willing to adopt cute little alien children that were literally abandoned on their planet because their parents suck.

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