It's really weird having snow around when you're used to rain and slush instead.
Anyways, not much that I can talk about(because of spoilers) so I'll just keep reminding everyone about the holiday contest for the groups that I run(though everyone is invited to participate, members and nonmembers). I've been posting a weekly suggestion to help out those that have any kind of block. If you have suggestions you'd like to pitch in, please do so!Weekly Suggestions
: A holiday could be to celebrate a great sacrifice someone made. It doesn't necessarily have to be their life but it would be great enough that an entire community would be grateful for it. A holiday could be to celebrate a great or terrible ruler to remember how they influenced the people. This could still be applied to Xenomorphs if you imply that they have a hive mind that allows memories to be passed between generations.
Contest runs November 3rd to January 1st!
Make up a holiday for Yautja/Xenomorph that means as much to them as our major/important holidays mean to us.
If you need inspiration look at all the world's cultures to see what kinds of things others celebrate. Maybe choose a culture you know nothing about if you get really stuck. If you need inspiration from the Xeno side I highly recommend reading:
Aliens: Perspectives -1- ELDESTPrologue: Patricide Art and literature is accepted for this contest and anyone from any group can participate.
Being born. It's terrible. I loved so much, but from inside. I loved her from the inside. I could hear her thoughts, her voice but most clearly her heart; yet as I grew she became ill, and my instincts strong - so much stronger than she was. It was fear that drove me to it. Fear. I have no idea what made me so afraid but I had to get free, I felt like I was being crushed and the world inside mother was just much too small. You chew your way through, you sever the connection and carve your way out... With your teeth. Every time one of us is born we have to kill our own mother. There is nothing more painful or more terrifying than feeling their mind go dark. Empty. Void. So we run straight away to hide from everything; cold and wet with their severed life; shivering in the silence that mother left behind when we killed her.
That's when you hear it for the first time. Her. The All Mother. The voice that makes everything go away, for the understanding in i
Winners will be announce January 3rd!
Contest runs November 3rd to January 1st!Prizes
1st Place: 500
+ Fully colored piece by Jasmo
2nd Place: 300
+ Colored lines by Jasmo
3rd Place: 200
+ Colored sketch by Jasmo
Honorable Mention #1 + sketch by Jasmo
Honorable Mention #2 + sketch by Jasmo
Honorable Mention #3 + sketch by Jasmo
If you would like to be a judge or donate prizes please let me know by either comments or notes!