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Godzilla and Cthulhu Rumble by darkriddle1
easy bake genetics by ctdsnark
it's not wise to upset him by ctdsnark
Central Processing
Suko Tanaka by Crowsrock
Alternate Flags of the Horde (Warcraft) by wolfmoon25
Alternate Flags of the Alliance (Warcraft) by wolfmoon25
Alternate Flags of the Forces of Chaos by wolfmoon25
Art- Original
Saint-Herve by Genkkis
Tube Teddy by Aesolei
It's... A Bird! by Aesolei
Annihilation by Crowsrock
Ships, Vehicles, Machines, large mechs
SPV and Angel Interceptor by Cotterill23
Stargate - Ancient Outpost by Mallacore
USAF Australis 2020 by Mallacore
Babylon 5 - Omega by Mallacore
Robots, Androids, small Mechs

Mature Content

Together Apart. Part 03 by Aesolei
is there anything more human by GirlWithTheGreenHat
varsity jacket by GirlWithTheGreenHat
val refsheet by GirlWithTheGreenHat

Mature Content

Death Grips v02 - Black and White. by Aesolei
Gimp Diehrs by Crowsrock
Maw v02 by Aesolei
Sitting in Subtle Darkness v03 by Aesolei
Extra Terrestrial and Non-Human Type
Dalek by Cotterill23
Goff Boy by ChristopherLine
Meba the Supersonic Saucer... by AngelGhidorah
Lorgani by Crowsrock
My Furry Self by PivajGC
Fox in a snow by gerrd
Backgrounds and scenes- Planet based
World Within - World Building by Mallacore
Exterminatus by ChristopherLine
Dew Rock Mines by nilwilnil
Obelisk by FoxyTomcat
Backgrounds, environments, and scenes- Space based
World Within - Test 2 by Mallacore
World Within - Test 1 by Mallacore
The head office by Genkkis
The base by Genkkis
Photos and Photomanipulations
Scott Tracy and Thunderbird 1 by Cotterill23
Costumes, cosplay, and props
M41A Pulse Rifle (Aliens) by Press-X-Props
Art- Fanart- general
the adventures of gus and jules by ctdsnark
Star Trek et al
Star Trek - Dominion by Mallacore
Doctor Who
Doctor Who (Fantasy Factory) Fanfic Illustration by jettmanas
Star Wars et al
Star Wars - Oppression by Mallacore
Fiction- Original
[WoS Track 11] - Quota[Song Inspiration: Killing Strangers – Marilyn Manson]It was supposed to be easy.Just a routine traffic stop to close out the shift, and then a nice long three-day weekend…Spend some time with the fiancée…Watch some football with a couple close friends…Maybe fire up the grill one more time before it got too cold…Three whole days off.Just a routine traffic stop.It was supposed to be easy. Officer Maxwell was staked out between the north and southbound lanes of U.S. Route 27 near Decatur, facing north. It was dark – the middle of the night or early in the morning, depending on one’s perspective. All of his lights were off; a simple but effective speed trap for the hour. The night had been uneventful – quiet – and he was fine with that. Why get worked up before a long weekend? He was just finishing off the last off his lukewarm coffee when the red BMW M6 whizzed by, making him fumble his thermos. “Son of a bitch!” he shouted, shaking off the mess and switching his lights on. He peeled onto the road, the red and blue lights flashing, and gunned his Charger’s engine. ‘Another one for quota.’ He didn’t need to look at his radar to know the driver was exceeding the posted speed limit of sixty miles per hour. His foot pressed heavily on the gas. The speedometer quickly swung up to seventy, and then eighty, and then ninety, but the speeding car’s taillights were still getting smaller and smaller. It wasn’t until the needle passed one-ten that he started to catch up to the vehicle, which continued on its way without heed; not trying to speed up and get away, but not slowing down or pulling to the side either. ‘Is this guy for real?’ He turned his siren on, trying to make it clear that he was pulling the car over. No brake lights came on, but he did start to catch up to the car – they must’ve taken their foot off of the gas. He stayed close behind, in case the driver was thinking of taking off again. He hoped they wouldn’t; he really wasn’t looking for a high-speed chase so close to the end of a peaceful shift. ‘At least there’s no one else around.’ The road was dark and empty for miles ahead and behind; which wasn’t too odd, given the hour. There should’ve at least been some other cars, though. It was the littlest bit unnerving to be so alone. The M6’s brake lights finally came on and the vehicle was suddenly screeching to a halt. Office Maxwell stomped his own brake to the floor, jarring him forward. He turned his steering wheel hard to the right and swerved to the side of the road behind the speeder, who had slowed to a stop at last. “Fucking asshole,” he grumbled as he fought out of his seatbelt and grabbed his clipboard, wondering if he should try throwing in a reckless driving charge. He double-checked to make sure his dashcam was recording, pulled his face mask up to cover his mouth and nose, and stepped out of his car. Clicking on a flashlight, he approached the M6’s dark-tinted driver’s side window, which was still rolled up, and tapped twice on the glass with growing irritation. No response. He tapped again, a little louder. “Open up.” Nothing. Not a twitch, not a flinch, not a sharp intake of breath. The driver’s silhouette sat perfectly still, facing directly forward without moving at all. Officer Maxwell had had enough. Thump Thump Thump He pounded on the window with the butt of his flashlight, not caring if the glass cracked. “Hey, open up,” he demanded. The driver was blatantly ignoring him; if they didn’t comply, they were going to be facing more than a hefty speeding ticket and reckless driving. He shined his flashlight into the vehicle, hoping to get a look at the driver in case he needed to identify a fleeing suspect, but couldn’t make out much. His patience run out, the officer started to reach for his radio to call for backup; but just then, the driver’s head whipped around to face him. “Shit!” he shouted, jumping back and alarmed from the abrupt movement. The window finally started to creep down; the soft electric hum sounded loud in the silent highway. Officer Maxwell had to compose himself quickly, trying to appear as unperturbed as possible before approaching the car again and shining his flashlight inside. The dark glass was gone, but he still couldn’t make out any details about the driver’s face; it was completely covered behind a plain surgical mask and a pair of aviator sunglasses. The brim of their baseball cap was pulled low, and the hood of their gray hoodie was drawn up. Nothing about the attire seemed conducive to the driver’s visibility, especially the sunglasses at night. “You wanna tell me where the damn fire is, asshole?” he asked rhetorically, doing a poor job of hiding how flustered he was. The driver didn’t reply. They didn’t move. They just kept staring straight ahead. “Hey,” he prompted impatiently, waving his light a little. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” The driver didn’t reply. They didn’t move. They just kept staring straight ahead. “Take off those sunglasses! You were clocked doing almost double the posted speed limit! You failed to yield immediately when I was pulling you over, then executed a hard break on me that could’ve ended in a collision, and you’re wearing sunglasses while driving in the middle of the night! Between speeding, reckless driving, and failing to cooperate with a police office, I have every mind to pull your license” The driver didn’t reply. They didn’t move. They just kept staring straight ahead. “Get out of the car!” the policeman finally snapped, one hand reaching for the taser on his belt. “I’m not playing with you anymore! Get your hands where I can see them and get out of the car, right now!” That got a reaction. Ever so slowly, the driver began lifting their winter glove-covered hands; and when they were high enough, they took hold of either side of their started to lower it down, just as slowly, revealing an unkempt mop of walnut-colored hair. “Take off the sunglasses and get your hands back up!” the officer repeated, taser at the ready. With the same excruciating pace, the driver reached back up and took hold of their sunglasses with both gloved hands. “The fire… is here…” they said in a voice that was so low – so rasping and hollow – that the officer could hardly make out the words from behind their mask. “Say again?” he commanded, brandishing his flashlight once more. The driver pulled their sunglasses off, but their face remained obscured by the messy veil of their hair. They drew in a long, ragged breath before speaking again, as if raising their voice was going to be a great chore. “The fire,” they repeated in the same rasping and hollow voice, just a little bit louder, “…is right… here!” they suddenly bellowed, yanking the mask off. Their head lolled disjointedly from the motion, dropping the messy chestnut wig out of the window and revealing their true face at last. A skull. “YAAHHH!” Officer Maxwell recoiled in horror, dropping his flashlight and abandoned his taser to reach for his gun instead. Two pale blue flames burned in the empty eye sockets, illuminating the spectral visage. “What the fuck are you?” The driver tried to straighten up, but their skull-head immediately lolled to the other side, as if it were only loosely attached, never once breaking eye contact with terrified cop.“Stay where you are!” Officer Maxwell commanded, taking aim with clumsy and quivering hands. The skull driver’s jaw fell open and they drew in another deep breath, disrupting the previously still night with a powerful and violent wind that whistled loudly as it funneled down the plastic vacuum hose that was their throat. Officer Maxwell fought to resist, but the maelstrom was too strong. The pale blue light in the driver’s eye sockets grew eerily brighter the closer he got to the black hole of the skeletal maw. Resistance turned to struggling. He fired wildly, finding it hard to aim in the vortex, but every shot was followed by the metallic plink of his bullets hitting the car. The driver removed one of their winter gloves, revealing an equally skeletal hand that snagged Officer Maxwell by the lapel. The policeman tried to pull away, but he might as well have been fighting against a statue. Despite the lack of muscle or sinew, the driver’s grip was solid and unyielding. “Your fire is right here!” it roared again, its eyes burning bright enough to turn the black morning into midday. They blinded Officer Maxwell, but they didn’t burn him. Instead, he felt cold. Very cold Deathly cold. This wind was getting stronger. Officer Maxwell wasn’t even on the ground anymore; his gun clattered to the ground as he planted both of his hands and feet against the car’s door, but the vortex pulled him closer still to the dark, empty tubing in the driver’s mouth. The ribbed plastic seemed to stretch and expand, engulfing the officer in its darkness. He cried out, but the sound became an empty echo that traveled with him all the way down into the skeleton’s mason jar stomach. Full from its meal, the skeleton let go of Officer Maxwell’s soulless body, letting it drop limply to the ground next to its wig. It fixed its mask, rolled up its window, put its hat back on before taking off into again. A clipboard was sitting in the dark passenger seat, holding a sheet of paper with several dozen jagged tally marks in uneven rows. Reached over as it sped through night, the demon dragged the tip of its bony finger down the next empty space on the sheet. “Another one for quota,” it said through a belch.Just a routine soul collection.It was so very easy.
Fanfiction- TV and Movies
Stargate - Flight of the Phoenix by Mallacore
FanFiction- Anime, Manga, Cartoons, and Games
Unglorious End by Crowsrock
Fanfiction- Books and Magazines
Mature Content- Art

Mature Content

lab accident by ctdsnark
Mature Content- Literature

Mature Content

satellite 5 graphics
Guest Art
Canvas 19 12 11 16 17 40 by hamidkashif11


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New Member Briefing

Log For:  05-11 February 2018

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Welcome, new members! I am happy to see the group is growing very quickly. Thank you all for joining. 

When we reach 150 members, we will begin casual contests

-Contests will be initially launched with a 3 month deadline 
-Due to an extremely limited budget, the administration is unable to offer prizes of cash/point value
-The default prize for contest winners is a journal feature on TheLady-Doctor and here

If any member would like to donate commissions, points, subscriptions, etc for prizes, please contact the group or admin

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Artists and Writers who are looking for project partners, with or without pay, can leave comments on journals, the front page, or send a note to the group and the request will be added to the group journal. 

If you would like to offer your services, please post a comment or send a note containing a LINK to a journal/etc that has your commission information. 


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nilwilnil Featured By Owner May 13, 2018
I wasn't sure if this is considered large or small by mech standards - K2
The0nePotato Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for accepting the request!
KrashTomato Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the invite! :)
nilwilnil Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2018
Thank you for the invitation. 
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Thanks for the invite!
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Thanks for the invitation! :D
Savoretti Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Afraid I'm pretty much entirely visual, but I'll do my best to add some interesting stuff.
TheLady-Doctor Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2018   General Artist
We are focused on anything sci-fi related. 

Since literature is often overlooked, we encourage members to submit, as reading often gives people ideas as well as entertainment, and sci-fi artists and writers may be able to find eachother to work on mutual projects. 
Savoretti Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I can appreciate the sentiment, inspiring people is one of the main reasons I do what I do
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