people say the animorphs covers are *creepy* but the actual in book transformations are all like ‘then her face cracked in two, her organs melted, her bones all snapped and reformed backwards, and her fingers and toes fused together. she couldnt cry because her tear ducts didnt fucking exist anymore. everyone looked at the ground so they wouldnt throw up looking at this’
new art challenge: Re-draw Animorphs covers based of the books description.
I wish I had the exact text but in one of the books, the character Rachel has an allergic reaction to crocodile DNA and near the end a whole fucking crocodile emerges from her fucking back.
Animorphs is one of those weird phenomenons in our generation,
Where like, a lot of us only just looked at the covers of the books because it had that interesting morphing art, but never actually read the books.
Meanwhile those who have actually read the books speak of horrors as if they had delved into the deeps that most would not venture and found that of which cannot be unseen.
The last book literally begins with one of the main characters being forced to retreat to her human form, and is then mauled to death by her enemies. And all because a pacifist dog robot sabotaged his own team.
one of the middle books has the leader get shot in the head during the american revolution after they make a deal with the cosmic devil to stop someone who was traveling through time and fucking shit up. they eventually abort the guy from time entirely by preventing his parents from meeting which undoes the leader being killed but the leader still has memories of being killed and dead.
sometimes i really cant believe that we really ended up w eurocentric beauty standards like……have u ever seen literally any non-european person?? all tea all shade have u ever looked at a black person??? an asian person (not just east, every region)???????? an indigenous person?????? a latinx person??????? a middle eastern person????? like really??????? all these ppl w such rich diversity and insanely beautiful and unique features and we ended up w Whites being seen as the epitome of beauty?????
Imagine being a human in an alien crew in space and leaving with bright blue or pink hair and the color fades and everybody on board wonders WHY you are losing your colors??? Is it the lack of greens? Are you sad? Angry? They just don’t know??
“Human-Kelly may we have a moment of your time?”
Kelly pauses in her inventorying of the photo-synth plates she’ll be installing after today’s cycle ends. “It’s just Kelly, hellot-Halzar, you don’t have to acknowledge my species every time we talk.” She smiles. “That’s not considered rude for us.”
“Very well hu—Kelly. Erm. May we have a moment of your time?” Many eyes blink earnestly at her.
“Sure. What’s up?”
hellot-Halzar considers. “May we discuss the structural nature of the ship interior and gravity-derived reference values at a later date? At this moment we would like to inquire as to the nature of your corporeal change.”
“Yeah sure—wait my what?”
“There is a mess hall wager.”
“About my –?”
“Concerning your strands,” hellot-Halzar says, gesturing.
“My….hair.” Kelly runs a hand through it. It’s purple as of two ship days ago. “Ok?”
“We wish to know whether the colour change signifies mood, nutritional intake variance, or ….erm….whether your mating season status has changed.”
“My mating season status, huh?” Kelly lifts an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Did Jerry put you up to this?”
“Human-Jerry refused to answer our questions about your strands, citing some phenomenon known to your homeworld as ‘famine in missed eek’.”
Kelly snorted. “Tell Jerry he can shove his archaic ideas about ‘feminine mystique’ where M-series stars don’t shine. As for your bet: sorry, it’s none of the above. I changed my hair because my last box of dye was about to expire and because I felt like it.”
hellot-Halzar considers. “chinret-Zer wins then, by technicality: that reason falls within acceptable parameters for ‘mood’.”
“I suppose it does.” Kelly pauses. “Who bet on the ‘mating season’ one?”
“Hmm?” hellot-Halzar had already turned to go and deliver the verdict. They turn one set of eyes back. “Oh that would be Drannuc. He said he smelled a difference in you.”
“Delightful,” Kelly says, instead of explaining menstruation and how that can affect mood, diet, and that technically it correlates to what most of the species on the ship would consider a mating season. “Next time, instead of betting, maybe just ask questions? And not Jerry. He’s a jerk.”
“Reclassifying human-Jerry as jerk-Jerry. We will approach you with all human queries from now on,” hellot-Halzar says and then continues on their way.
Probably for the best, she thinks with a lopsided grin, and then continues sorting the photo-synth plates to install on her space walk tomorrow.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
