#sci fi mashups

[eimogji]

Gay robots and aliens in love :)

[ID 1: a divider made of repeated emojis of robots and aliens with rainbows arching over their heads, similar to the SpongeBob meme with the same pose/rainbow theme.

ID 2: a divider made of repeated emojis of aliens and robots with love hearts above them, a blushing/laughing alien, a blushing/bashful robot, and several UFO's with rainbow lights and tractor beams. /End ID]

#post dividers #emoji aesthetic #emoji combos #emoji kitchen #emoji mashup #colorful dividers #dividers #banners #page dividers #emojis #aliencore #robotcore #sci fi

[aylameridian]

Solaire if he were a space marine

#space marine #warhammer #40k #dark souls #mashup #crossover #fanart #character art #illustration #warhammer 40k #art #sci-fi #sci-fi art

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

HOMAGE TO AN UNDERWATER CLASSIC.

PIC(S) INFO: Resolution at 1417x1984 & 1005x1500 -- Spotlight on an homage poster to "Jaws" à la "Pacific Rim," artwork by Matt Ferguson, c. 2013.

Ah, the age-old question:

If you had to choose, which one would it be: Giant robots? Or a bigger boat? Hmmm... 🤔🤖🌊🚢🦈

Source: www.geek-art.net/matt-ferguson-pacific-rim.

#Pacific Rim #Pacific Rim 2013 #Otachi #Otachi Kaiju #Kaiju #Movie Monsters #Sea Monsters #Super Seventies #Mashup #JAWS 1975 #Daikaiju Movies #Sharks #Kaiju Movies #Daikaiju #Kaiju Otachi #Matt Ferguson #Matt Ferguson Art #1970s #JAWS Movie #JAWS 1975 Movie #Poster Art #Sci-fi Fri #Roger Kastel #Mashup Art #Monster Movies #Shark #Kaiju Art #Roger Kastel Art #JAWS #Movie Poster

[pandorasboxoftreasures]

I’m getting inspiration from Dreamworks movies again...

#avatar #james camerons avatar #avatar movies #movie meme #sci fi meme #sci-fi meme #meme #JC Avatar #avatar the way of water #The Way of Water #recom quaritch #avatar quaritch #na'vi quaritch #monsters vs aliens #dreamworks #w r monger #ginormica #audio mashup #stupid

[deepdreamnights]

Synth-Pop Star

She may be a hologram, but she’s also Ultramerica’s sweetheart. 

Made in Midjourney with image prompts and the following text prompt:  a holographic pop idol combining the features of Britney Spears, Gillian Anderson and Elvira, Glowing high-tech futuristic hologram, cyberpunk and blade runner aesthetics, ultrasharp detail, hyper realistic, 4k, artistic, ultra detailed, octane render, photorealistic, glowing, ultra realistic, transparent

#AI artwork #generative art #vocaloid #hologram #sci-fi #cyberpunk #midjourney ai #midjourney #celebrity mashup #blade runner

[hardcore-gaming-101]

Prodeus

The retro shooter revival has certainly been a wild ride, with a lot of inventive ideas mixed into the nostalgic vibes. Prodeus is one of that trend that doesn’t try to rock the boat too much. It’s very traditional, mixing together modern arena shooter trends (in part due to the developers having had worked on Bioshock Infinite and Doom 2016, among others) with classic style and flow. It also may just be one of the best of this genre due entirely to how well it executes on every single idea and concept, making up for its derivative nature with tons of gibs and violence that never fail to pump one’s blood.

Read more...

#Hardcore Gaming 101 #Jonathan Kaharl #Review #Prodeus #co-op #fantasy-SF mashup #fantasy #sci-fi #first person shooter #fps #going through hell #hell #gore #Macintosh #Xbox Series X/S #Nintendo Switch #parallel worlds #PlayStation 4 #PlayStation 5 #Windows #Bounding Box Software #Humble Games #video games

[iosagol]

I was told not to draw on lined paper but you know what this is just a quick concept drawinggg with markers i don't even like all that muchhh, it can have some nice lines through it if that's what it wants from me 💗

#In other news I've been seized with a deep adoration for sci-fi fantasy mashups again and I'm currently churning out KingArthur-esque ocs #Which is great except I hate drawing armor 💗 #Anyway #Sketching #Slapdash concept art #An ode to lined paper #It just feels easier to draw on lined paper than it does on blank and idk why #Maybe it feels more informal #Less like I have to make a masterpiece and more like “Oh I'm in the middle of class making a nice doodle” #Art i guess

[penna-nomen]

Dead Planet - A Yuletide Fic

Seeing the latest Indiana Jones movie reminded me of this fic I wrote for Yuletide. It's my what-if-Han-Solo-met-Indiana-Jones fic.

In the Bermuda Triangle of space, things aren't always what they seem.

Or: An archaeologist, a smuggler, and a model meet on a seemingly dead planet and become part of the resistance against the Galactic Federation.

4.2K words. LGBTQ+ characters, passes the Bechdel test

"People are calling it the Bermuda Quadrangle."

"Like the Bermuda Triangle on Earth?" Petric asked.

Raphael — Rafe for short — nodded. It wasn't his real name. He'd changed it once he'd received the designation of Renaissance Analyst, a title that meant he had expertise in seven or more fields of analysis. That made him a key resource in the Galactic Federation's planning team, responsible for identifying promising or troubling trends. 

Rafe preferred to offer puzzles instead of being straightforward in his communications. Fortunately, Petric liked puzzles. "The scientist in me is appalled at the superstition implied in the name. The archaeologist in me wonders if there are centuries of crash sites to explore." 

"From the Galactic Federation perspective, I've categorized the Bermuda Quadrangle as insignificant. The number of ships impacted is relatively low. Only a handful of unmanned supply ships have crashed onto Dead Planet 451 in the last two years, and none of them carried anything vital. But it seemed like something that would interest you." His voice was nonchalant, but he cast a significant glance toward the green light on the communications box on his desk. This conversation was being recorded, and it seemed Rafe didn't trust the person who was listening.

In Petric's job, he traveled to whichever archaeological sites the Federation assigned to him, but his true area of interest was ancient alien ruins. Although the artifacts could bring a hefty price, money wasn't his motivation. He wanted to learn about those old alien civilizations, and he was happiest when the artifacts went to a museum. It was likely that Rafe had summoned him because of some kind of alien connection, and that it wasn't a connection they should mention aloud.

"Next time I'm in that sector, I'll check it out," Petric said.

"Given the reputation of the area, you'll want a good pilot." 

Continued on AO3:

#indiana jones #han solo #mashup #fanfic #yuletide #pulp sci fi #scifi #harrison ford #people get paid for AI to use their image and voice #romance #lgtbqia+ #bechdel test

[failedintsave]

Can I request 86 - 95 for skwickles? please and thank you! {:

[Trope Mashups]

First of all, WOW, I am sorry this took so long. I got stuck on a paragraph in the middle forever and rewrote most of this like honestly 20x lol. Hopefully you enjoy it and again, sorry for the delay 😅

"I didn't mean to turn you on" + sleep intimacy

It was the snacks that started it.

Pickles had noted in the very early stages of pre-fame close-quarters living that, much like a Gremlin, their new European guitarist changed if he ate after midnight.

They shared a wall in those days, and he'd heard plenty of noises through the paper thin plaster when Skwisgaar was entertaining company (so, most nights) but what stood out were the evenings they all sat up late, too broke to go out drinking, shoveling down gas station nachos and gummy bears as they huddled around and watched whatever channel the rabbit ears on their salvaged tv could pick up. Nights when, after they'd all retired to their separate spaces, the faint moaning that disturbed his slumber was not accompanied by the tell-tale thump of a rocking headboard. Pickles could understand if the corn-syrup blood and stop-motion melting corpses of Evil Dead were to blame, or even the campy body horror of the Toxic Avenger. But Sixteen Candles broke the pattern and he was forced to form a new hypothesis: late night snacking gave their Swedish speed shredder nightmares.

For a while, Pickles left well enough alone. Skwisgaar's business was his own, even if it did seem cruel to ignore the quiet whimpers coming from the other room. He wondered, watching the blonde nibble on a licorice rope, if Skwisgaar knew the cause of his night terrors and simply didn't care, or if he just went along with whatever the rest of them were doing at the time. Maybe he didn't even remember his dreams when he woke up. Pickles remembered though, and on mornings where the circles around Skwisgaar's eyes seemed particularly dark, he felt a certain amount of guilt for letting the poor guy thrash around all night.

Eventually, though, he couldn't stand it anymore and took pity on him.

It took several knocks to rouse Skwisgaar, who answered the door wrapped in a bedsheet, trying his best to appear superior despite the sweaty tendrils of hair sticking to his neck and forehead, and the wild, hunted look in his eyes. He'd sneered at the offer initially, but not thirty minutes later, a ghostly visage appeared at the crack in Pickles' doorway.

"You saids I cans…sleeps wif you, Pickle?" The voice was unmistakable, but the timorous waver in his tone was entirely new. Even if Pickles hadn't extended the invite, he would never have been able to deny the meek creature haunting his doorstep.

"Yeh, c'mon in, Gizmo." Holding up his arm, he'd allowed Skwisgaar to curl into his side. For as tall as he was, he fit surprisingly well into Pickles' loose embrace.

What followed a peaceful night's rest soon became ritual. Skwisgaar sought permission the first few times, but by unspoken understanding, Pickles came to expect to be awakened by the tug of blankets whenever midnight munchies exacted their toll on the guitarist. What he hadn't expected was the effortless companionship that would develop from that first cautious interlude. It shouldn't have worked—Skwisgaar was cocky, high-strung, a perfectionist, where Pickles did his level best to coast the majority of the time. But it was shockingly easy to get along, whether they were sharing a drink, a stage, or a mattress.

It carried over into their songwriting, much of which didn't fit Nathan's vision but was fun regardless, never feeling like wasted time. Skwisgaar tagged along on errands when Pickles asked, and sat with him quietly getting stoned and watching from the front porch as cars whizzed by on the boulevard. He laughed at Pickles' dumb jokes and impressions of their bandmates (a dorky chortle Pickles couldn't get enough of) and propped his feet across the drummer's lap while playing guitar on the couch. His nimble fingers were a welcome help when it came time to retwist growing dreadlocks, and yeah, it really didn't hurt anything that he was incredibly hot and somehow he always smelled good even lazing around in their hovel of an apartment and he was just so tall. Skwisgaar crashed in Pickles' bed any time there wasn't an extra body already present in either room, and when he was absent, the rhythmic thumping of his headboard against their shared wall like a bass kick that Pickles couldn't dislodge from his brain even days later.

Curiosity won out, he extended an invitation of a different sort, and Skwisgaar accepted it much more readily than the first. Drumming and husky whispers from Pickles' side of the wall became a semi-regular occurrence, the Swede's room standing empty and silent.

In time, their housing arrangements changed, and their rooms were separated by more than a fingernail of sheetrock. They still pal'd around, still hooked up on occasion. But their original covenant remained, and after a long night of smoking, drinking and getting his ass handed to him in Mario Tennis, Skwisgaar climbed out of the rubble of empties and cupcake wrappers that littered the floor and helped himself to Pickles' covers.

"I don't likes dat castle stage. Always make me too dizzy and I can'ts serve." He complained through a massive yawn as he laid his head against Pickles' shoulder, slinging his arm across the drummer's middle.

"Oh yeh sure, blame the game when ya suck. Couldn't pahsibly be de world's fastest guitarist has a shit reaction time when'ee's high. What is it again yer always saying ta Toki when he fat-fingers a riff? Ya goin' to deh crybaby house?"

Pickles snorted when the slender digits curled loosely against his chest twitched. Skwisgaar lifted his hand, skin so fair his fingertips were still stained with Cheeto dust after washing, and held up two in a waiting V-shape. He raised his head when Pickles passed him the dwindling joint, taking a short drag and handing it back for the drummer to finish. Pickles stubbed the end out in the bedside ashtray and clicked off the lamp, hand returning to pet lightly through silky, blonde waves.

"Dat a new strains?" Skwisgaar leaned into his touch. "It's good."

"Yeh, deh guys at deh greenhouse asked what ta name it, I ferget what I tol' em naow, I was fuckin' ripped, nyeheh. Think it was somethin' like Starkiller? Yannoe, like—?" A quiet snore cut him off and Pickles grinned, twirling a golden curl over his thumb.

He stared at the stone ceiling, contentment settling over him like a down comforter as he mindlessly traced patterns over the smooth plane of Skwisgaar's back. Long gone were the sugar-induced nightmares; Pickles congratulated himself for solving that particular mystery years ago, feeling a little bit like a knight in shining armor. He worked at a stubborn piece of taffy clinging to his molar, reminiscing of all the nights spent comfortably cuddled up and more.

Pickles wasn't certain how long he'd lain awake with his head in the clouds, nor when his touch had wandered lower, stroking over slim hips and the curve of a firm backside, until Skwisgaar stirred. Six plus feet of lithe body pressed into Pickles' side as he stretched, cat-like, smothering a yawn against Pickles' collarbone. He ran a thumb over the barbell piercing a pink nipple, the thickened pads of his fingers sliding lower on the drummer's belly to toy with the trail of fuzz under his navel.

"Sahrry, dood," Pickles chuckled, one side of his mouth quirking upward as he noted a certain stiffening poking him in the side of the leg. "Didn't mean to, heh, rev the ol' engine."

Skwisgaar hooked his index finger in the waistband of Pickles' briefs. "I don't t'inks dat I believes dat."

"Well I didn't say I was complainin' neither, nyeheheh."

Pickles tipped his head to the side, allowing more room as Skwisgaar's lips climbed from the hollow of his throat towards his ear. He detoured, leaving a trail of soft kisses across one shoulder, and Pickles could feel his mouth curl into a grin.

"You gots so, so many speckles." He murmured, his breath warm on flushed skin, voice still drowsy but growing more lucid by the second.

"Freckles. Dey're called freckles, dood. I'm not a frickin' puppy."

"Ams cute like a puppy."

"Fuuuuck you." He couldn't help laughing.

Soft wisps of platinum hair tickled Pickles' clavicle, Skwisgaar lifting his head to look down at him. He leaned on one elbow, casual as can be, all while his opposite hand snuck further between the drummer's legs. Pickles schooled his features into his best poker face, but he knew his capacity to resist that handsome mug would buy him only seconds before he'd be climbing the Swede like a capuchin monkey. God did he like them tall.

"Ja dat ams what I'm gettingk at, t'anks for catchings on." He pumped his brows once, still grinning.

Thumping the headboard with a fist, Pickles tried for nonchalant. "Well if it'll help ya sleep, consider me here for ya."

#pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwickles #dethklok #metalocalypse #trope mashups #thanks! 💜 #obligatory star wars reference when i write this pairing. it's a thing now. sci-fi nerd pickles #me writing

[kulturado]

The Story: This Star Trek Supercut Idea Continues to Be Some Kind of Excellent

The Writer: James Whitbrook

(video: Ryan’s Edits)

#star trek #next generation #tv #tv shows #science fiction #sf #sci-fi #speculative fiction #some kind of #ryan's edits #videos #mashups #funny videos #supercut #james whitbrook #gizmodo #star trek supercut

[maplemonarchy]

It's my science-fiction setting and I get to decide what music the people of the future are making and listening to.

#maple's mashups #maple's writing #worldbuilding #worldbuilding ideas #sci fi #it's all still in its infancy #but i am having fun designing the setting

[stormfet]

Had an original story idea breakthrough

#haven't had original ideas in a long time so this is rather exciting #yes it is taking my thots on homestuck final fantasy and sci fi and combining them all together hehehe #listen the final fantasy x homestuck mashup is quite something in my brain it is quite something #molly's thoughts #this song can't be blogged alone

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

WACKY PACKAGING MEETS THE ANNIHILATION ANTICS OF MARTIAN ULTRAVIOLENCE.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on two "Mars Attacks!"/"Wacky Packages" mashup pieces ( spoofing Budweiser beer & Camel cigarettes, of course), part of 2019 Topps On-Demand Set 15: "Attacky Packages."

Source: https://cardboardconnection.com/2019-topps-on-demand-set-trading-cards (via X).

#Wacky Packages #Attacky Packages #Beer #Bloodweiser #Budweiser beer #Bloodgeyser #Bloodgeyser Alien Plasma #Alien Plasma #Mashup #Mashup Art #Camel Smokes #Camel #Camel Cigarettes #Budweiser #Mars Attacks! #Mars Attacks #Sci-fi Art #Sci-fi Fri #Topps Cards #Topps #Illustration #Attacky Packages 2019 #Cigarettes #Pack of Smokes #Martians #🐫 #Flying Saucer #Topps Trading Cards #Mars Attacks! Wacky Packages

[dmcoffee]

Every day, I am slowly just becoming a weird amalgamation of my maternal Grandpa and my dad. I...do not know how to feel about that.

#Of all the things I inherited why did it have to be the 'let's make up nonsense songs' when I see the sun rising? #People do not tolerate that without at least a cup of coffee #No one wants to hear my upbeat diddy about mittens #Why am I compelled to do it?!?! #Also I developed the weird shotgun sounding cough my Dad did #In fairness it doesn't hurt the throat as much as the other kind #but also why #the coffee came from like a dozen people so it's fine #If I start watching westerns someone send help #I will settle for the sci-fi western mashups #but pure westerns? #I've lost my godsdamned mind. #I've already seen them all at least once #it's all my grandpa watches #I could probably quote Louis L'amour #Lone doves haunts my dreams sometimes #I would fist fight John Wayne #Seriously #Also Grandpa crocheted #HE HID THAT INFORMATION UNTIL I WAS IN MY 20'S AND RE-LEARNING #What did I even inherit from the women in my family? #Fuck if I know

[angelx1992]

#cartoon #peppi bow #peppe pig #memes #star wars #clone wars #mashup #meme #sci fi movies #adventure #action #aliens

[deconstructthesoup]

I think the reason that Dimension 20 really scratches all those itches in my brain is that it really shows what you can do with D&D---and TTRPGs as a whole.

Fantasy High, by itself, is an incredibly compelling concept. What would D&D look like in a semi-modern setting? What would a high school that's all about teaching teens how to be adventurers look like? And the way it's done is beyond inventive, especially if you look at all the encounters in the first season---we've got a literal food fight, a high-speed road chase with tiefling greasers, a nightclub brawl with zombies, vampires, and werewolves, a skating match with a bunch of dwarven middle schoolers and a concrete golem, a high-stakes game of football (ish) with undead jocks that give off major teen slasher vibes, a fight done in an arcade where characters can get trapped in the consoles, and the final battle is done at prom. PROM! How cool is that?

And then we get to the Unsleeping City, which takes the urban fantasy elements that Fantasy High already had and elevates it. The way the D&D lore and magic is interpreted in a modern New York setting is excellent, as is the whole take on the "American Dream," magic literally coming from dreams, ideas, and the imagination. I know that I need to actually finish the UC saga, but from what I've seen and experienced, it is truly fantastic.

And the same energy carries through to the other seasons---my personal favorite outside of Fantasy High being A Court of Fey and Flowers, just because I'm a sucker for any Fey Realm content and I've been raised on Jane Austen---where the genre mashups shine through in the best way possible. I'll admit, I haven't seen A Crown of Candy, purely because I know how heartbreaking and devastating it is and I don't think I can physically handle it, but the concept of Candyland Game of Thrones is so beautifully bizarre that I totally get why people love it so much. Escape from the Bloodkeep hitting that workplace comedy vibe that we love to see in villains. Misfits & Magic being a love letter to the "magical boarding school" genre while also calling out all the weird contradictions inherent in it. A Starstruck Odyssey literally being an homage to Brennan's mom and exactly the kind of madcap and unhinged energy I need from my sci-fi. Neverafter perfectly encapsulating the true horror of fairy tales. Mentopolis hitting my noir-loving heart and personifying hyperfixation in the best way possible.

I'm not even kidding when I say that, if it weren't for Dimension 20... I probably wouldn't have even started my own campaign. I'd had snippets and ideas ever since officially getting into D&D and joining a game with some old friends (and getting back in touch with them in the process), but after I saw the Mentopolis trailer, I realized just how much variety TTRGPs had to offer. I could do a time-blending, history-meets-future campaign. I could go out-of-the-box. I could have endless amounts of options available to my friends and still tell the story that I wanted to tell. And when I sat down and watched Fantasy High---and when I got that Dropout subscription so I could consume whatever I wanted---it felt like the show was actually giving me advice. It's fantastic.

Also it helps that the episodes are usually only roughly a couple hours instead of being, like, an entire afternoon long. And that each season is 20 episodes, tops. No offense to Critical Role, but the sheer amount of content literally makes it impossible for me to get into it.

#dimension 20 #dropout tv #fantasy high #the unsleeping city #a court of fey and flowers #a crown of candy #a starstruck odyssey #neverafter #mentopolis #i just love this show so much you guys