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Skrillien’s first experience with rain is on the back porch (if you could call it that) of Rob’s apartment complex.
It’s basically just a glorified slab of concrete, but Skrillien enjoys playing around with the neighbors’ cats on it just the same.
The sky rumbled with ferocity that scared the poor alien at first, considering there was no rain or thunder on his home planet, OWSLA. But then it began drizzling.
Skrillien held out his hands in an attempt to catch the droplets, but none of them seemed to want to stay for very long, preferring to roll around on the smooth surface of his little gray hands.
And then it began to pour and splat him with more raindrops that caused him to squint when one got behind his glasses and managed to nail him right in the eye.
After a few minutes of just standing there and catching droplets with his tongue, he figured he could make the best of it and danced about in it until it ended.
Instead of going in to dry off, he sun-dried on that concrete slab with the neighbor’s fat-ass cat, lazing about in a few rays and napping until Rob called him in for lunch.
[[I am terrible about putting side bits on my personal blog. There may be reblogs like these in the future, but I’ll try to put them up here.
I suppose my question is this:
Even though these are not “finished” and “polished” answers and such, would you like to see these sorts of things on this blog? I was worried y’all wouldn’t want the “sketchy” pieces I do on the side.]]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpvi2gU9OW1qk65tlo1_400.png)
Skrillien’s first experience with rain is on the back porch (if you could call it that) of Rob’s apartment complex.
It’s basically just a glorified slab of concrete, but Skrillien enjoys playing around with the neighbors’ cats on it just the same.
The sky rumbled with ferocity that scared the poor alien at first, considering there was no rain or thunder on his home planet, OWSLA. But then it began drizzling.
Skrillien held out his hands in an attempt to catch the droplets, but none of them seemed to want to stay for very long, preferring to roll around on the smooth surface of his little gray hands.
And then it began to pour and splat him with more raindrops that caused him to squint when one got behind his glasses and managed to nail him right in the eye.
After a few minutes of just standing there and catching droplets with his tongue, he figured he could make the best of it and danced about in it until it ended.
Instead of going in to dry off, he sun-dried on that concrete slab with the neighbor’s fat-ass cat, lazing about in a few rays and napping until Rob called him in for lunch.
[[I am terrible about putting side bits on my personal blog. There may be reblogs like these in the future, but I’ll try to put them up here.
I suppose my question is this:
Even though these are not “finished” and “polished” answers and such, would you like to see these sorts of things on this blog? I was worried y’all wouldn’t want the “sketchy” pieces I do on the side.]]
(Source: timestretched)
“P-porn…and maaatiiinngggg…wub…huuumaansss aaareee weeeiiird…”
Rob snickered as Skrillien took his seat at the desktop, his antennae twitching slightly with annoyance. In his mind, humans seemed to be a bit too concerned about his sexual tendencies…just like that lolsummer69 woman…
There were two more messages in his Inbox from her - he was starting to become worried he had a stalker…
He cracked his knuckles and took a deep breath, typing out his response.
His little essay read as follows:
I-I maaaadeee a f-frieeennnnd on T-twiiitteeer! ^-^
Hiiisss naaameee isss Mauuu5booorg!
Skrillien asked Rob to pick up a copy of Watership Down the next time he went to the city on an errand run. One day Rob returned to his home with an old copy of the book that he found at a flea market and passed it over to the glowing alien, who bounced happily about the living room before scrambling onto the couch and settling down to read.
As he read, he heard of these bunnies Anon talked about, and found them to be quite adorable. Sure, they were cute; but Skrillola was pretty adorable, too. And so were all the other koalas. But so were the bunnies.
Skrillien was faced with a few small issues, trying to decide which one was more cute. In the end, he determined that bunnies and koalas were equally adorable.
But one particular thing in this book caught his eye - OWSLA.
It looked terribly familiar…why…
He pulled off his communicator and read the text out loud in his rumbly bass dialect, startling Rob in the process as the very structure of the apartment shook. Rob scrambled for the translator and put it back around the alien’s neck before taking a few steps away.
“What the hell was that?” Rob asked, blinking rapidly as he looked around his apartment for any signs of it possibly caving in on them after that mini earthquake.
“Oooowwwssslaaaaa. Mmy h-hooome plaaanet,” Skrillien answered brightly, smiling at Rob with his serrated teeth.
“Yeah, well, don’t ever take that thing off inside again. My landlord may just kill me if we wreck the place.”
With that, Skrillien set down the book and gave Rob a double thumbs up, still smiling and happy as could be. He’d finally nailed an actual English name for his home planet that translated properly.
W-well…
It l-looooksss b-biiig eeenooouuughhhh t-to hiiideee innn…b-but…wub…
Y-yeeeaaaahh…He ssscreeeaaaamed l-like oneee of theee l-liiittleee giiiirllsssss onnnn t-teeeleeeviiisiiiooonnn.
W-wub wasss fuuunnyyyyy. ^-^
Nnneeeeeeveeer d-doing iiit agaaain, though…
He sssaaaiiidddd heee w-wouuldn’t giiiveee meee baaacon… ;-;
O-Oh…Wowwwwub.
Thiiisss isss a b-bit laaate…but…
A h-huuundred f-fooollowersss?
O-oh mmyyy…
All right. Here we go.
This is the first and hopefully only thing I’ll answer OOC on this blog.
Firstly, you can dislike what the fandom does all you want. I don’t expect everyone to like everything. It’s completely unrealistic and stupid and it’d be dumb for me to think such a thing.
Secondly, I’m glad that you at least had the guts to not go on Anon and say this to my face. +Rep.
Thirdly, sure. But it’s something I enjoy doing and there is no harm being done. I’m not churning out pornography or any truly offensive material. The guy likes aliens. I’m not the first or the only person to draw Sonny as an alien and I’m not going to be the last. So perhaps instead of drawing attention to the fact that it exists and wasting time on something that you apparently dislike, just move along. Tumblr savior may help you in the case of the Skrillien and Skrillola and such - my posts are always tagged as Skrillien on here and my posts simply won’t show up for you. That should make it a little bit easier to keep this blog out of your hair.
Take care. c:
Gypsy
About me
Aaask me a w-wu-qu...question, p-please, if you waant. <3R-rooob t-talksss heeeereee t-toooo.
My b-best fr...friend..? Is a wub...koaaalaaa. c:
Oh! I-I haveee Twiiiitteeer!
