*Hey So Uh, Since Im Barely Ever On This Blog - I Figured I Needed To Repurpose It. Ill Be Moving Cornelia

*Hey so uh, since I’m barely ever on this blog - I figured I needed to repurpose it. I’ll be moving Cornelia to a side-blog over the course of a little while, and remake the main blog into something else. I still love my little munchkin but the energy’s just not been into it and I want to try new things.*

*Be seeing you when I actually get to it*

[[Took me a hot minute to actually catch onto the fact I should probably put into my bio page that the mun is 25+ yo.]]

[[I forget that tumblr IS a space full of random kids. Worryingly often.]]

stop stealing other people's ideas. that's not cool. no need to reply to this, won't read it.

Okay so, since this is the same shmuck sending the latter message, I'm just gonna' roll with it. The message itself is profoundly immature, and you definitely should own up to your habit of pestering people for doing something that hardly hurts anyone rather than being a chicken.

But it does kind of adress the elephant in the room that I probably should adress at some point in time. So, I'm actually going to talk about it : yes, Krigg's design is heavily based on a pre-existing thing. I'm not technically hiding it, even if I should overtly mention it, despite not really seeing the point.

Anyone with a smidge of knowledge about grungy cartoons from the Invader Zim era can quickly put the pieces together as for what's the big inspiration behind her design. I'm not claiming to have started the design trend for her. She did start her life as a fan-character for that show, but eventually moved past that stage as the original universe didn't quite fit. She kind of outgrew her original setting, as it were, so I decided to go and give her a new one.

And fan characters themselves are not stealing ideas as it were. A lot of people choose to use face claims from various shows to represent their own characters. They're absolutely not stealing either.

I did try my best to give her a couple extra defining features to lean away from the show's design, like sharpening her teeth and getting rid of the ol' PAK, but you can only do so much when you start from the basic shape of "Little green alien with big buggy eyes and antennae". It's going to look like something from Invader zim no matter what you put on top.

So, I decided not to care. If Krigg's going to become something of her own, it'll be through character work. Which might take a while, but I'm not, absolutely not, going to apologize for her design, or think I'm doing something wrong through it.

chancestander​:

If the arrival of a spacefaring vessel wasn’t concerning enough, it sounded like someone was very much in there, and alive!

Rex started running over to where the ship landed. Taking a big gulp of air just to be safe, Rex dived into the water and after the downed craft, so he could pull it up and swim it to shore. Its size and weight wouldn’t stop him– but even for him and his hyper-strength, it was still going to be something of a chore.

“Hrrrngghh!!”

As soon as Rex found a stable area where he could get a grip, he caught the starship and started pulling it up, while his legs kicked through the water to ascend again. Bubbles of air rose beside him as he gave his effort, dragging the ship to land and carrying it on his back to the nearest suitable open space where they wouldn’t be bothered by too many bystanders, law enforcement, or any shady government types looking to drag away the craft and its occupant.

“ANYBODY IN THERE??!”

He didn’t want to pry off the door unless he really had to. Hopefully the hull integrity or force-fields or something kept out the ocean waters and all their sediments. He gave a knock on the first thing that resembled a hatch, and waited for a response. Too silent for too long though and he’d try to smash his way in, like a living hydraulic rescue tool– the jaws of life, essentially.

Krigg let out a faint groan, the diminutive alien finding herself pressed into a tangle of limbs against the bottom of the captain’s seat. She looked up through the cockpit windows at the distant light of the sun filtering through the water, cloudy with displaced silt and other bits of garbage, and breathed out a deep sigh.

Well, this specific attempt at avoiding the big soak hadn’t exactly ended well. Avoiding a crash landing was always something of a high precision task - she had plenty of practice with it, and she knew her ship like the back of her hand, so it went fine... usually.

Usually being the key word. She deflated a little, before doing her best to scoop herself into a sitting position against the chair’s backrest and start sifting through the blaring alarms of her cockpit’s multiple screens. She felt some relief to learn that her beloved Revenger wasn’t taking in sea water, but, before she could start running damage control...

Her craft shook slightly. She dismissed it at first, figuring that it was just her ship settling against the muddy sea floor. Then the shaking got angrier, and Krigg hastily started pulling up readings from the sensors that still worked. Was her ship getting tractor beam’d by the local authorities for unlawful landing? Did she somehow manage to leave one space-borne kraken behind, only to find another one beneath the waves?

...Whatever it was, her sensors were either too rocked, or not sensitive enough to detect it. But her ship was getting moved nonetheless - and eventually, fully yanked out of the water entirely with a low groan. Krigg made a scuttling break for the armory, snatching her beloved plasma cannon from a wall stand and producing the right munitions for it. She was NOT getting removed from her ship without a fight! The heavy weapon was loaded with a distinct “K-CHK” and a whine, and she slowly made her way to the exit hatch.

The hollering call from outside didn’t go unnoticed, or the banging, but it took a small while of Krigg fiddling with her weapon before it recieved any response. The hatch was slowly unlocked, the pressure joints disengaging with a light hiss, just enough for it to open a small crack...

Only to reveal a pair of squinted, honey orange eyes on light green face, and the faintly glowing muzzle of a laser cannon. “Who’s asking?” Krigg grumbled, blinking and squinting at... whatever that thing was, standing over the exit hatch.

Stupid rip off Irken

Huh. Well, would you look at that. I'm getting anons sending rude comments. I've been on tumblr for years and I've never got any yet.

Guess I can check that out of the list of eventualities that seem to happen to everyone.

chancestander​:

♫

Rex seems to just be standing at the edge of a dock, watching the waves…

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-

For some obscure reason - at least for the time, a low underlying rumble had begun sounding off, somewhat ruining the serene, contemplative atmosphere.

GrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-

And it was getting louder.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-

And louder still, the grumble swelling into a distinctly mechanical roar interrupted on occasion by a screech of metal on metal, or a sputter, and shadowed by the sound of whistling air. The source of the cacophony soon made itself known as it passed overhead from the cosmic contendern, engines thundering.

A large spaceship. A red and gold spaceship, not too unlike what you’d see in the average saturday morning cartoon, albeit a little more sleek and advanced, with a myriad of thrusters belching out streams of blue energy at the back, distributed between a main body and two “wings” of sorts. One of which appeared to be missing a sizeable chunk of its bulk. The gaping wound in the hull where the tip was once attached sparking and trailing smog, and the ship’s whole weight was heavily leaning towards the damaged wing.

It tried to correct itself as best it could before touching the water, having been stuck on a slow, downards descent towards the ground. the nose of the spaceship tilted upwards right on time to avoid plunging under the waves. But with a loud POP, the damaged wing’s whole thruster array gave out, leaving it sluggishly hovering in place for a few seconds, before slowly tilting back towards the ocean, landing into the harbor with a massive splash.

Onlookers could have sworn they heard a loud scream just before the splash.

“FUCK!”