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nopennyallthoughts · 8 months
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One thing that I am 100% convinced would send an alien into cardiac arrest is sweating.
It sounds stupid but think about it: apart from horses, humans are the only species on earth that can sweat so it's not a far stretch to believe it would be incredibly rare in extraterrestrials as well.
Just imagine, one day the AC in the main engine room is broken and everyone starts panting like crazy because of the heat, but the human? Just keeps working like usual? It's not like they aren't affected by the heat at all, but they aren't breathing quite as hard as the rest and everyone thinks ahh yes, humans must have extreme durability to heat coming from that death planet. And then. The human starts melting?!?? And suddenly everyone is panicking because their human is leaking all sorts of important nutrients, metals and water out of every pore - are they dying? Surely this cannot be normal!
And the human has to explain that, no they are perfectly healthy and yes it is actually just the human body's way of cooling itself down and no they don't think it's "the coolest thing ever!!", wait till it starts to smell!
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colorfuldreamjester · 10 months
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so, i've fallen down the "humans are weird" rabbit hole, and i couldn't help but notice most of it is about how humans are just really durable, adorable, friendly, how we'd pack bond with anything, about how we have such a hive-mind and empathy and determination to survive when things get rough, how we could survive things most other aliens would die from, how we could eat stuff that would poison other aliens, how we inject ink into our skin and pierce it with pieces of metal and drink toxic substances for the sake of entertainment..
it's always human defences and endurance
but i never see people talking about human **aggression**
like, imagine a spaceship happens to have several humans on it even if most residents are alien species, and two of the humans get in a fight.
and i'm not just talking physical, i'm sayin' all kinds of fights.
imagine if two humans got in a serious screaming match and genuinely hurt a few of the alien species sensitive to loud sounds as they watch, flabbergasted at how the two are literally yelling in each-other's faces without breaking a sweat or getting tired from it, while one of the sound-sensitive aliens literally passed out because it was SO loud
or imagine them simply being in shock after interacting with humans for a long time and having this image in their head of humans being so friendly and able to get along with anything and anyone, including stabby, or any predatory, aggressive species we just so happen to find cute. that image getting completely shattered seeing two of the humans they're friends with showing clear anger and aggression in a display they could only describe as "terrifying" in the most visceral sense of the word
or two humans getting in an actual physical fight, and here's where the *several* humans on ship part comes into play,
so the two are duking it out in a violent display of pure hatred while other humans, amused and thoroughly entertained by the violence that would already have put any of the less durable aliens out of commission gather around the fighting pair and start ominously chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"
prior, the aliens hadn't dared intervene or get any closer because either way they recognized it as a danger
meanwhile some humans JOIN IN for absolutely no reason and it becomes a full on riot
and the aliens just stare like ?????
confused at why they'd find it so endearing, at why they'd literally join for no reason at all, horrified by even just a punch to the gut because to some of the more vulnerable aliens that's their equivalent of literally getting an organ ripped out of them and somehow STILL fighting and then ripping out an organ out of the opponent themselves
and most of all, if humans are capable of befriending aggressive, large predatory beings and getting along with practically everything,
what from the fresh pits of hell triggered two *humans* to fight *each other* of all creatures?
(that is, assuming aliens don't have much knowledge of our history, wars, politics, etc of course.)
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watch-that-old-fire · 3 months
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The human body is a strange thing when it’s sick most of it solutions are basically just you playing a high stakes game of chicken with death. Like a fever you are cooking the sickness in hopes that it cooks and dies faster than your brain does.
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beechaotic · 4 months
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Imagine humans are the only ones with dark humor.
Like, aliens just DONT joke about that shit. And humans just pull up like,, “I’m bouta hit the south tower mfers!”
And then they make a dark joke about Holocaust, and aliens are just HORRIFIED. Just imagine that. It would be funny.
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plaidpyjamas · 8 months
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What do you guys think aliens would think of humans/terrans/dearhworlders/whatever you wanna call us - who not only like horror, but feel soothed by it.
People who fall asleep to livestreams of scary stories because it relaxes them
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HUMANS ARE WEIRD:
So, what if aliens came to earth or humans are on alien spaceships. The aliens find out about how loud human voices get get in both volume and pitch. They ask the humans if they are able to break anything with their voices alone and the humans get excited and are all like:
"yeah!! We can shatter glass with our voice if it's the right pitch! We can even 'see' sound waves if it's loud enough!"
And the aliens are like:
"Sorry. See? Sound?? What can't you do!!! Y'all must be the loudest on your planet."
And the humans are just like:
"loudest? Oh no. That title goes to the sperm whale. Ya know! The sperm Whale can vibrate a human to death because they are so loud? Even at half the volume of a sperm whale's clicking is capable of making a human go deaf!"
And the aliens just sit there like
".......... WHAT!!!"
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the-writings-of-kaos · 5 months
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The blessing of a human soul
“Have you ever considered the humans, Second-Wing?”
The two ethereal beings floated gently through the galaxy, though it might be a stretch to call flying thirty to forty times the speed of light to be gentle. The younger being look at his older, trying to remember which semi sentient species his older was referring to.
“Oh yes, the scavengers descended from tree dwelling bipedal-quadrapeds. They were on… Sol-3 correct?”
“That is correct Second-Winged, I visited them recently, I’ve discovered some interesting about their nature. They are like us Second-Winged, though they are also different… they are winged but also flightless, very odd.”
Second-Winged slowed to a stop, entering real space again, while his older sibling stopped next to him. Unlike his older sibling, who was namelessness and had a featureless unblemished orb like form, Second-Winged resembled a hexagonal, yet rounded prism that had no edges but maintained flat uniform surfaces in six ornately patterned faces, with two pairs of wings; one pair was small and protruded from his ‘back’ and the other was large and fanned out, as it protruded from his ‘under belly’ like an enormous rudder to steer in the inky black of space. It still confused him how his nameless older maintained his featureless shape, despite being so much older and more grown than he was; the older siblings lack of features were a clear sign of stunted growth.
“You said the humans were winged yet flightless… are you sure that is what you intended to say?”
“Hmm… is it more accurate to say they are in the process of becoming like us? But seem unable to ascend.”
Second-Winged thought carefully, shifting his wings as he thought. Perhaps he could help his older? If his older was to mature at all, his older would have learn from him, though after all these years it seemed like a hopeless endeavour.
“Very well my older, let's travel to the humans, you can show me what intrigues you so.”
The older’s form began to shift slightly, a pit began to sink from the top of the older’s orb like form. Until it sank all the way through, turning the older into a hoop like ring. With the help of the space bent by his older, second wing slipped through the hoop, coming out the other side in the orbit of human space, his older regaining his orb like shape behind him and closing the self contained wormhole.
Second-Winged eyed the planet, denoting it was a number of varied colours, a nitrogen oxide atmosphere with an oddly distinctive amount of synthetic carbons present in the atmosphere; perhaps the planet had just come out of cold spell. Looking closer he could make up many many humans, but nothing appeared out of place.
“Older sibling, I see nothing off about these mud covered humans. They walk the lands sure, most every place on the planet has a human nearby, but they are only barely attaining ascension, they still rely on the structures of nature to shelter their little forms.”
“Shush Second-Winged, look… there.”
The older sibling’s form shifted slightly as… a large eye took shape on the forward curve of the orb, blinking open as it stared. Somewhat shocked by the odd new feature his older had developed, he looked where his older was staring. He saw a group of humans, building a small ornate shrine next to their small shelter, as Second-Winged began to feel a soft warmth wash over him and his older, as the feelings of a mere humans wishful intentions began to invade his mind.
“What- what did the humans just do?”
He scrambled, trying to shield the… ‘prayers’ from his mind.
“They asked of us their true desires.”
Looking to his older- no, it would be more accurate to call him by his new name, Seraphim, second winged could only watch as his older brother spread his wings, many hundreds of thousands of eyes opening along the many hundreds of rings spinning with his original eye at their over lapping centre. The spread wings began to drop dandruff, as the prayers of tens of thousands of humans were granted. As if a fire fed with a tiny droplet of gas, the soul energy practically erupted from the planet, from the earth, pushing Second brother back slightly, as Seraphim stood still, unfazed.
“Human souls are wonderful brother, they have the power to change.”
Fearing for his life now, and terrified at the seemingly hypnotized words of his brother, he ran, as fast as he possibly could, as any sane ethereal ought to.
“Human souls have the power to change, to change themselves, and others.”
The dauntless Seraphim stood watch, as more ‘Angels’ joined him, they were forever changed by humanity, and likewise forever chained to them.
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A bit more of a religious idea, the idea that the angels came to us rather than having played part in our creation is interesting to me. This work isn’t a ploy against or for any one religion, even if it goes against whatever you may believe in; it's simply a work of artist freedom to create.
Have a wonderful day! And I’ll see you all another day.
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greatkittydream · 3 months
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Story idea tell me what you think.
Human gets sent to another world
without humans. But has all the other classic fantasy races like orcs elves dwarfs You know the classics. Except they all have shit stamina and the only species that comes close to the Humans ability to eat anything is basically just the dwarfs.
Anyways main character gets picked up by the classic cass of one of One of each species or something. Along the way they figure out all the intriguing little things about humans about Good at just about everything but not perfect at anything.
Example the dwarf Starts crying saying mood Kendred. Because the human enjoys seasoning as much as he does and he's not alone any more. They rolled into a town and he Rented out to the local blacksmith to Constantly Push up and down on the bellows to make the furnace hotter.
He gets there opinion if he should go clean shave or grow a beard and the dwarf and the elf start arguing about what would work best for them.
If the orc and the human start bonding over fighting sports and the similarities and their cultures.
What do you guys think. Basically humans are work horses That can work way longer than other species.
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mikami1992 · 2 years
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A group of space slavers have just lost contact with a section of the spaceship...
To be exact, the area where he has the most valuable merchandise...
...including the group of human teenagers they got on their last raid....
When they manage to open the doors of the lost zone, they notice some things... there is no power,  only the emergency lighting in the place... neither can anyone see or hear anything...
they take their weapons firmly and enter the corridor....
just a few meters from the door... it closes and locked...
the speakers start to work, playing the song...
youtube
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coffeenonsense · 1 year
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Okay okay hear me out:
The only two reasonable explanations for why Desire did not try and fuck around with hob gadling while dream was in the fishbowl are either:
1. Desire doesn't know who hob is, which, considering hob & dream's six centuries of slowburn centennial dating and Desire periodically checking up on dream so they can enact Plans Of A Devious Nature, seems unlikely
OR
2. Other supernatural/eldritch/indescribable beings have Tried It before with Hob Gadling and Dream's response was so intensely, catastrophically horrifying that everyone, including Desire, knows to leave the weird immortal English man to his business. Yeah, they know he's Just A Guy. Yes, he is, in fact, pathetically, almost insultingly easy to kidnap or hurt or ransom or what have you. DO NOT.
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zoriety · 11 months
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This is my child CalūptraE-9! Name designated by port authority. These things endanger deep sea sebaceous oil rig drilling to suck at the oil reserves. Heavily armed ships arrive to disrupt them and send them packing to the depths
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 5 months
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Ninjavember Days 6-12
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beechaotic · 10 months
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Imagine human’s variety of fiction is weird amongst the galaxy. Like, just the wide range of fiction genres is weird. Every other species has like, one genre that they write (probably historical fiction) and that’s it. Other genres are unheard of. But then humans come in with their seven hundred different genres and sub genres and the galaxy is just baffled.
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monstersmashorpass · 2 months
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SMASH OR PASS: Cthulhu, H. P. Lovecraft Novel: Call of Cthulhu
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[Art Credit: Andrée Wallin]
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phoenixcatch7 · 6 months
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In the possessed doll au, Bruce is definitely a creepy kid.
This is, after all, a haunted au.
He looks like a 'murdered victorian child' kid. Even before he watched his parents die.
Like, very big pale blue eyes. Significantly more striking /pos as a smiling adult than a perpetually blank faced unblinking child. He looks like he knows how you die. Pale skin, ink black hair traditionally styled, big dark lashes to frame those uncanny eyes. Just the hint of eye bags.
Alfred in any timeline has a spine of steel, but there must have been at least once when he was woken up in the night to a tiny shape staring unblinkingly deep into his eyes and thought 'I am going to die'. Normal kids are absolutely terrifying to wake up to, as any parent will attest, but imagine being an ex military spy now butler living alone on the most cursed land you've ever imagined, taking care of the only kid after your employers, his parents were brutally murdered, and suddenly you jolt awake in the middle of the night to see two enormous eyes less than a foot from your face, two engorged dots for pupils, staring, still as stone into your very soul.
Bruce, hushed because it's bedtime: Mr Alfred I threw up :(.
Alfred, trying to calm his thundering heart and not reflexively shoot his ward, dizzy from the sudden adrenaline from deep sleep rush, not letting himself freak out in front of the boy:.............................. Oh dear. That's not good.
Bruce, still not blinking or looking away: :(((
Wayne manor is a setting from a murder mystery at night, and it's not Bruce but Alfred that's the main character.
Perhaps, he thinks, it was always going to end this way. Not because of fate, but because the characters of the play would not know themselves to act otherwise.
@puppetmaster13u may I present?
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qrowscant-art · 11 months
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befriending a bio-mechanical nightmare is neat until he starts consuming people in front of you :^(
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