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commodoresigma · 3 months

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[original drawing date: 23rd Apr 2020]

Some concept art for some aliens I've been working on in my head that I finally decided to sketch out.

Some details:

- The aviin are a species from the arid world of Xyr, in the system of Mez. They are naturally cooperative, and culturally religious or at least spiritualistic. Many aviins see no issue with science and religion coexisting.

- The ryvol are a species from the arctic world of Zyr, in the system of Mez. Societally they are very meritocratic, sometimes aggressively so. They have an unusual jaw structure and so they tend to wear rebreathers to stop people from freaking out.

- The kydor are a species from the alpine world of Draz, from a system I don't have a name for right now. Extremely dimorphic as a species, female kydors are large and broad-shouldered, with a naturally protective instinct, and males tend to be lithe and agile and have a strong hunter instinct. Their naturally-matriarchal society is built as a martial dictatorship, but with no real class restrictions save those you can prove you belong to, usually through combat.

- The zotan are a species from a jungle world I don't have a name for yet. Outside of them living in pack/clan societies and their unusual quirk of short-ranged teleportation, I don't really have too much for them yet.

- The v'dak are a species that originally came from a tundra world that was destroyed by another, more powerful interstellar species. They are excellent climbers and have prehensile tails, and are naturally reclusive and individualistic. Their society, what little of it there is, focuses highly on specialisation and self-sufficiency, and for the most part each v'dak excels at one particular task.

- the naeem are a synthetic species that were created by a semi-precursor race known for their affinity for robotics. One of the two major synthetic races they left behind after their death, the naeem are, ultimately, small but incredibly sophisticated AI cores that can be slotted into various frames to perform functions. Designed to be an assistant species, but one that could be self-sufficient, the naeem often try to anchor themselves to an existing culture and help them through their path, but usually for reasons ultimately unrelated to the naeem those cultures tend to die out. Naeem society is based around fleet-clans, said fleets being made from all sorts of salvaged starships from the many cultures they've attached themselves onto.

#my art #commodoresigma #original #alien #aviin #ryvol #kydor #zotan #v'dak #naeem

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orange-s-mario · 1 year

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Future (41st-853rd Century)

this list also includes some, but not all possible futures. Also, this list skips a lot more than the last one did

41st Century

Superman X (????)

K3NT (????)

45th Century

Giant (4457)

46th Century

The Unknown Superman & Batsman (????)

50th Century

Lita Lang (????)

Professor Thaddee Lang (????)

Headman Thorz (????)

Professor Xerxes (4956)

52nd Century

R.J. Desmond (????)

Pygor (????)

58th Century

Korlian Dasor (5700)

Pol Manning (Hal Jordan) (5700)

Pol Manning (Dr. Strangehate) (5707)

Pol Manning (Salaak) & Iona Vane (Post-5707)

60th Century

Metropolis Police Department (5921)

61st Century

Ironwolf (????)

63rd Century

RIP

Porcine Aliens

Reality TV Producers

64th Century

Abra Kadabra (????)

Brainiac 13 (????)

73rd Century

Green Lantern of 2814 (...this is technically Kanjar Ro, but his design is distinct and maybe he disguised himself as how the actual G.L. of that era looked like) (????)

75th Century

Anti-Lad (????)

88th Century

Scientists (????)

100th Century

Behemoth (Bob Brunner) (?????)

Avatar (Ava) (?????)

Metallica (Melissa Trask) (?????)

Ultra-Man (Gary Concord Jr.) (?????)

Evil Clones of the last 4 (?????)

Protectors of Nevlor (?????)

120th Century

Xotar (11960)

216th Century

Kryptonite Cloud (21574)

257th Century

Kaston Tharn & Dav Inlam (25673)

501st Century

Blaze Barton (50017)

800th Century

Assault Monitor (80000)

853rd Century

DC One Million (85271)

863rd Century

The Wildflame, Dav, Vara and Chec (?????)

8020th Century

Civilians (??????)

Zotan (1000000)

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nimuetheseawitch · 1 year

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I really dislike everything about Hawkeye Get Your Gun except for 2 small things:

The painting Potter is doing of Hawkeye at the beginning, and

Hawkeye's joke about marrying Frank

But they do nothing to negate all the awful bits:

The extra racism in Klinger's Zotan storyline from all sides (including Klinger)

A bunch of other assorted racist moments including the "what did you sterilize this in, egg drop soup?"

Everything about the erosion of Hawkeye's ability to rebel against the Army in this episode

Potter's stubborn insistence on staying awake (for what purpose?)

Why did they make him take his sidearm now? When did he get a sidearm? Why was it in the Swamp when they get all up in arms about Frank keeping his gun in the tent?

Them drinking while driving back just seems extra irresponsible

They're mean about Klinger's nose

Shooting while drunk is also irresponsible. Honestly, Potter should be more wary of a doctor who doesn't want to even know how to shoot a gun - a regular Army guy should respect guns and fun safety

Speaking of gun safety, after Potter orders him to shoot (he's supposed to be a good commander and good commanders know they shouldn't give orders they know won't be followed), Potter THROWS THE GUN at Hawkeye!! It's even worse gun safety!

I actually like Potter sometimes, but this episode really makes me hate him. And it's just a bad episode.

#mash #colonel potter #hawkeye get your gun

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commodoresigma-personalblog · 4 years

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Some concept art for some aliens I’ve been working on for a while but never actually drew.

Some details: - The aviin are a species from the arid world of Xyr, in the system of Mez. They are naturally cooperative, and culturally religious or at least spiritualistic. Many aviins see no issue with science and religion coexisting. - The ryvol are a species from the arctic world of Zyr, in the system of Mez. Societally they are very meritocratic, sometimes aggressively so. They have an unusual jaw structure and so they tend to wear rebreathers to stop people from freaking out. - The kydor are a species from the alpine world of Draz, from a system I don't have a name for right now. Extremely dimorphic as a species, female kydors are large and broad-shouldered, with a naturally protective instinct, and males tend to be lithe and agile and have a strong hunter instinct. Their naturally-matriarchal society is built as a martial dictatorship, but with no real class restrictions save those you can prove you belong to, usually through combat. - The zotan are a species from a jungle world I don't have a name for yet. Outside of them living in pack/clan societies and their unusual quirk of short-ranged teleportation, I don't really have too much for them yet. - The v'dak are a species that originally came from a tundra world that was destroyed by another, more powerful interstellar species. They are excellent climbers and have prehensile tails, and are naturally reclusive and individualistic. Their society, what little of it there is, focuses highly on specialisation and self-sufficiency, and for the most part each v'dak excels at one particular task. - the naeem are a synthetic species that were created by a semi-precursor race known for their affinity for robotics. One of the two major synthetic races they left behind after their death, the naeem are, ultimately, small but incredibly sophisticated AI cores that can be slotted into various frames to perform functions. Designed to be an assistant species, but one that could be self-sufficient, the naeem often try to anchor themselves to an existing culture and help them through their path, but usually for reasons ultimately unrelated to the naeem those cultures tend to die out. Naeem society is based around fleet-clans, said fleets being made from all sorts of salvaged starships from the many cultures they've attached themselves onto.

#my art #commodore-sigma #original #aviin #ryvol #kydor #zotan #v'dak #naeem

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dinoskybluee · 6 years

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Zotan de Thanatos, que significa muerte

#zotan #demon #batim #sora #brisa #tradicional #lapiz

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kzbrandt · 3 years

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“The way is clouded, there is a fog surrounding your desires, the path to your future is subject to change, it’s up to you and you…”

“Victoria! What in Taboo is this? Of all the Tabians, why am I cursed with the most insolent?”

The scent of Lilyrose and lavender did nothing to ease the tension between two very different generations. Victoria came from an ancient line of oracles and royalty, and with each new child their power got stronger. Only Female-born, they alone inherited these coveted abilities. Along with supernatural prowess, their beauty made them all the more desirable, but these were dangerous times in Tabian history.

What year was it again…? Ah, yes, here it is, now that we're on the right page, let us continue. A multitude of illnesses were ravaging Taboo and sickness here wasn’t exactly your run of the mill cough, there wasn’t any syrup or vaccine to fix it. The first arrived after The Fall, which presently was only a short while ago, evil had been consummated with the bed sheets drenched in blood. Each realm invited it in, nefarious entities needed permission, without it they are nothing, impotent.

Siandra of the Sun was blessed by the Triplicate Goddesses, who brought magick to this realm. Born of the birthing trees and fostered in the Netherlands, the Goddess’s bathed their toddler in a river that ran of rainbows and elixirs. As a child, this was the maiden of light’s favorite place in the world.

She reached full maturity within only 12 cycles of sun, she wasn’t human, Sìandra was so much more. She would become the mother and matriarch of Taboo. It is an enormous task to birth one child alone, but an entire population, can you imagine? Through raw, agony she endured until there was enough life capable of sustaining itself. The years following her coronation were full of peace and prosperity, but nothing stays perfect forever.

Twenty years into her reign, all tree-folk caught an unusual malady, around the same time Zotan the Betrayer started to make a name for himself. He was born a corrupt sapling and went on to infect many more, inevitably bringing the demise and imprisonment of the Sky Lovers.

Pulling back soft, obsidian hair, Victoria felt like betraying her gentle nature and giving into the inferno that never subsided. She wasn’t a child anymore, the twelfth month was almost upon them.

“Grandla, I am almost a woman, one more day and I will be! You can’t control me anymore.”

“A child is all you will be until you act otherwise. I am your only living relative and I won't be bound to Taboo forever. Who will save you once I am gone? You are too careless, you know what you are?!”

“I can save myself, I won’t fear the world until I experience it first hand. Tomorrow I will be leaving, I’m sorry Grandla Elena, you know I love you… I just.. I want my own adventure, not the ones from storybooks."

“Well no matter what, if that world you so desperately desire to run to veers too far left, just come home. You are my heart... but with the power of four generations, go in peace.”

_______________________________

Only weeks later, Victoria would receive word that her great Grandla was brutally murdered by some of Zotan's followers, contractors of The Black. The Darkness was already making her way through the crowd, she would leave no survivors. Who could stop her now?

Being a woman after The Fall was complicated and dangerous, especially when you were an Elderspark descendant. Despite this, our young reigning heiress was quite capable of cutting her way through the winding shadows. Once Victoria became the last of her bloodline, her girlish whim faded away.

There’s no one to watch out for me anymore, I’ll have to do it myself now…

It was a lonely existence, danger lurked around every corner and the riots were steadily getting worse.

“Vicki, can you please take my table, I can’t deal with those pigs for one more moment…”

“Sure Nella, go rest awhile, in your condition you shouldn’t strain. That little one might arrive any day now. Here, lie down and drink this, and all you’ll feel is euphoria.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Go on now,” Victoria kissed her friend softly upon her flushed cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating off them.

Poor Nella, so young and soon to be a mother, I worry about that myself.

Being an Elderspark has its advantages, but I worry about the uncertainty of my future.

Elderspark translates in the Tabian tongue as the flame of old, and this line of celestial women would live from one to five hundred years on average, with a slim possibility of many more. Along with heightened and elongated mortality, each fruit fallen from Sìandra’s tree would conceive a female heir, without the influence of man. Unfortunately, once womanhood is reached this could happen at any time.

This wasn’t much comfort for Victoria Elderspark and it was constantly on her mind. In the midst of sorting through a collage of dilemmas, she straightened her stained apron and tried to hide the bust protruding atop the coffee dipped dress, made of shredded bark and plant fiber. The fabric was similar to silky taffeta, but cozy like cotton.

“What can I get for you tonight? In the back we have some berry strudel, I could warm it up if you’re hungry?”

“Mm, I think we’d like to take you out back, our hunger is more of a carnal nature… Ain’t that right boys?”

“That’s right!”

Three men stood hungrily and vile, drool basically foaming from their mouths, dark and ominous they surrounded her.

“See, we took it easy on your little blonde friend, since she's with child, but you're just a ripe little apple. I think I’d like to take a bite…”

Scrambling for an idea, or anyway to defend herself, the tavern door blew open and a frozen gust of snow traipsed in along with a formidable stranger. As the curious, tall figure spoke it was barely legible, almost a growl, “ Let her go, vermin.”

Looking at what the other three scoundrels feared, both of their eyes locked, his eyes were peculiarly beautiful, while hers reflected a deep emerald that ensconced all who fell into them. Something clicked, it was so strong and irrefutable, nothing would ever be the same. As time began to slow, a lovers knot encompassed and secured their souls, binding them for all eternity.

Victoria stood there in a trance as body parts flew in the air and stray blood splatters soaked into her apron and love melted within her heart.

I can’t explain it, but this beast is my soulmate. I won’t fight against it… I can’t.

“My name is Vlad Valentina, will you come with me, better half of my heart?”

“Yes, I will...”

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As the oldest Elderspark lied in a pool of her own blood, the small puddle soon became an ocean and she had only minutes left.

“Vlad, take her, bury her deep in the ground, Taboo will keep her safe until it's time for her to be born again.”

“Darling no, I won’t let you die alone, after everything I’ve done, it’s the least I can do.”

“No,” coughing, her last breath was creeping closer as she grew smaller, the final stretch before silence eclipsed, thwarting her onward. “ Consider it a last request. Tony must not know the truth, my love, he must think you killed me, until the time is right. Forgive me for this burden I place upon you.”

“There's nothing to forgive, you've given me everything, sweet Victoria...farewell mon chere…”

Vlad Valentina left his wife to die alone as she wished, and dispatched the newborn girl of prophecy into hiding, away from the real monsters who would tear her apart defenseless or not.

Sleeping soundly, Vlad placed her gently on a heap of foliage in the Woodlands of Yamanì and almost simultaneously several branches moved to swaddle her, a precious star in need of their protection.

“Goodbye my dear Valerie, I will look after you always, although you will not know it. Before I leave you, your mother wanted you to have this.” He placed a locket down into the ground, and Valerie Elderspark faded away until the future songs of destiny and reunion were trumpeted into the blanched sunlight, reviving her once again. The day Sìandra’s true heir returned, a Gathering would be marked, but be warned nothing is ever as it seems, in this Darkening Universe.

#darkening #universe #kz #fantasy #blog series #abstract #artists on tumblr #werewolves #supernatural #dark romance

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