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[just-shower-thoughts]

A man’s penis is attached to his body, inserted into other bodies, and injects fluids. So, a penis could be considered a stinger.

[thewildwaffle]

Abduction - Chapter 28

Thanks for the patience for this chapter. The next one won’t be as long to post (seeing as it’s already well-underway because it was going to be part of this chapter before it turned into a huge monster of a chapter) Thank you to everyone reading and especially those that have given feedback or encouragement! This story is almost done and it would have never gotten this far without you!

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How does life with humans get so crazy?

That was a question that was on repeat in Thurrin’s head as she ran.

One partec you’re living your life, working your dream job, minding your own business (meaning, of course for Thurrin, sticking her nose into everyone else’s business), and then the next partec, you’re running for your life on a hostile alien ship while looking for more aliens you thought had died.

Can life get crazier?

“I bet it could,” Vern panted next to her as they rounded yet another corner. “You just got to roll with it though. Adaptation is the key to survival.”

Thurrin didn’t realize she’d said anything out loud and her fur heated slightly. “Adaptation, huh? Humanity’s superpower?”

A patrol of guards appeared in front of them. Barely slowing her pace, Kylee held out one arm as he ran into the guards, clotheslining them (as Thurrin would later learn that move was called), grabbed the third guard with her other arm as she turned, picking up the unbalanced and surprised guard before tossing them into the other guards on the floor.

Vern grinned at Thurrin. “Yeah well, that’s what they say.” He looked down at the tracker device in his hands that Booka Vern had given them. “Nice moves. By the way Kylee, I think your arm’s bleeding.”

“Is it?” Kylee checked herself over. It didn’t take long to see what Vern had pointed out. There was a rip in the fabric over her upper arm. Thurrin gasped inwardly at the mess. Blood had already started drying on the frayed ends of the fabric and on her skin. How had she not noticed such a wound?!

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[hearthandhauntingsproductions]

Aliens, and the mental health of their humans.

It wasn't that Horusavina intended to eavesdrop, just that xe happened to be passing by the humans quarters when they overheard Human Andrew's, conversation.

"I understand what you're saying, I do, but I've been managing this for twenty six years. I have a battle field's worth of scars, and I so damned exhausted. Every day it's harder to fight. Every day I wake up and wonder if this is the day where that one scar or another splits open, and that's it. I dont know how, what, or where, but somedays I just hope theres an accident, and I dont make it back from an exploration of some new planet."

Horusavina crawled up the wall, and scuttled past the open door. Xe didn't want Human Andrew to think they were invading his privacy. He found Human Hannah Pink Hair, she had come on board with Human Andrew.

"Human Hannah Pink Hair!" Horusavina called from the door of the shuttle bay.

She came over covered in shuttle detritus with a wide smile on her face, "Savi,"

Xe liked it when she used a pet name for them. Horusavina couldn't explain it. Just that it made their circulatory diaphragm rush.

"What brings you to my little corner of the ship, you sweet talking, four armed cutie?" She smiled wider.

"I wish to know the answers to some questions I am having about Human Andrew."

Xe had never seen a human face change so swiftly. It was fascinating but alarming to watch. They wondered if Human Andrew had a serious condition involving extensive exsanguination.

"What's wrong?" Hannah demanded.

"Nothing that I was aware of but as I am in passing of the crew quarters, I couldn't help to hear a bit of his conversation. Is he in the possession of unhealed injuries that could lead to life threatening circumstances?" Xe fired off.

"No, he had a bad start to life, I wont give you the main details, that's his story to tell, not mine. But I will give you a minor explanation. Think of the human brain like a computer. Problem being, it wasn't wired the right way in the factory. It's been a long time since he was a danger to himself, but those things you heard are an internal thing. He's the kind of person who struggles to hold themselves together. He's a fighter and a scrappy one, some days are just more victories than others." Hannah explained.

"Thank you Human Hannah Pink Hair. I am seeing you in the evening cycle with Human Joe Vent Crawler and One Name Bill?"

"I wouldnt miss it Savi."

Horusavina scuttled back to crew quarters. Xe hesitated to chime the now closed door but they did anyway. For an odd reason, their fur had gone a shade of anxious color.

"Come in."

Human Andrew was curled up in a blanket, confused at the color of the Dizilappas. He was sipping the cacao beverage and listening to an intriguing instrumental arrangement.

"I am extending my apologies and requesting permission to begin initiating a tactile phase of interaction." Xe began.

"Apologies for what?"

"I was on my way to the galley to snack on your human delicacy of Twin Kies and I overheard a conversation you were intending to be a private one as everyone else was on duty stations. I am sorry."

Andrew looked like he was wobbling between emotions, and without a color changing indicator, Horusavina couldn't be certain what was going through his head.

"You may begin a tactile phase of interaction." He whispered.

The Dizilappas picked him up with his upper set of arms before seating xisself on the plush lounger. Andrew found himself wrapped in a four armed hug with a thick, furry tail wrapped around them. He leaned back into it and tried not to cry.

"I am engaging in what humans call a hug. Do not resist it, I am warm blooded and cozy and my diaphragms make a soothing hum. I do not know much about the bad wiring in the human processing centers, but I have four arms, and a big tail, and I can hold you together until you can do it yourself. Okay? Please do not be going anywhere. You and Human Hannah Pink Hair are my favorites. I think you humans use the term Beans, as a means of affection?"

Andrew didnt respond. He broke down and burrowed into the warm fur and sobbed. Horusavina hugged him tighter and whispered softly.

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Horusavina's Daily Log- humans are strong and unstoppable beings whose worst enemies are usually themselves and external sources called, allergies. In case of the first option offer a hug if warm blooded, cacao beverage if cold blooded. Verify if allergic first though. Off to pick up Human Andrew The Brave for an evening of social shenanigans. It will be good for his health as he says.

[huhwhatthefuck]

So jumping on this humans are weird thing but like what if humans are the only ones that make movies or TV shows for fun or to scare each other.

Xau'n walked into the 'games room' as the humans called it and the lights were off, he was sure that they all said they were going to be there, maybe he got the day or times wrong but then he noticed that the humans were sat in front of a screen.

"Xau'n come sit down, it's about to start" who was xau'n to turn down an offer, he wanted to get to know the humans more and they had invited him personally to something so he sat down next to human Alice.

He didn't know what they were showing but he was interested so he sat there for a while. They were watching a horror movie called 'Annabelle'

"This is how humans lived before they made it this far into space" he said in his head. He wasn't sure why they were just watching humans do random things but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to offend any of them. He obviously thought that it was real and not faked.

When a jump scare came he got up running and screaming out of the door.

He ran straight to the captain and tolled him what he saw and the captain asked for them to come to him and explain. They explained what a horror movie is.

"And you show them to your young? Why do you make them scared of the toys that they use their imagination with" the captain asked. "We actually recommend that the children don't watch these until they are older.

// I don't know if anyone has done this before and I'm really bad at writing so if anyone wants to add re write it I don't mind

[impalalord]

There is a term commonly used to describe the actions of Humans during the War for Vi’irnas, taken from their own lexicon. “In Cold Blood.” It means that they acted ruthlessly, and without any feeling or mercy for their enemy. The term has been used by nearly everyone, from historians and front line-soldiers to generals and High Council members. But I was there, and I know what really happened.

To say that the Humans killed us on the battlefield “In Cold Blood” is far from the truth. I don’t care what anyone has to say, but they definitely didn’t act “without any feeling.” The war started because of a land dispute, two colonies being set up on the same planet at the same time, one Dryzal and one Human.

Of course the diplomats and politicians tried to settle the dispute at first, discussions of dividing the planet between both species or one species leaving Vi’irnas all ended the same way: large shouting matches that got nothing done.

While the diplomats were arguing, the citizens of both colonies started arming themselves, afraid that they were going to be forced out of their home. The pressure between both sides had been building for weeks, until the dam finally burst.

A Dryzal scouting party encountered a Human outpost, and a panic ensued. Nobody could prove that either side had started the fight, but the outcome was as clear as the waters of Olon. Five humans had been killed, three of which had been asleep at the time, and two dryzal wounded.

This spark was all the Dryzal Councils needed, they sent a wave of troops to take over Vi’irnas and oust the Humans from their homes. Of course, the Humans fought back, and they fought back hard. Anybody who was old enough to hold a gun defended their home, several videos surfaced of Human Children fighting against Dryzal death squads, some of them actually managing to survive the encounter.

The Dryzal Middle Council had expected a quick takeover of Vi’irnas, their troops had better armor and weapons than the colonists, as well as years of training. Yet, the Humans had something stronger, Hope and Fear. Hope that they would survive and that help would come in time to stop the siege, and Fear that they wouldn’t survive and that they would die alone.

Sadly, the colonists’ fears were correct. The Dryzal Head Council authorized two squadrons of Elites to secure the planet. You heard me right, it took two Elite squadrons to take the planet from a group of Human civilians, and apparently the Planetary Advisor was begging them for a third.

Nevertheless, the colonists were slaughtered. Their ‘guerrilla warfare’ was no match for long-range plasma throwers and kinetic-resistant body armor. The colony was ordered to be left empty, as a reminder to those who challenge the Dryzal.

Human troops pulled into orbit not a day later, responding to the distress calls of the deceased colonists. What they found brought shock and horror to humans across the galaxy. The Dryzal had removed every sign of life from the empty shells of buildings. Crops had been burned, cattle slaughtered, and buildings caved in. Apparently a photo appeared on the human DataNet. It showed a photo of a young girl who couldn’t have been older than five, holding a doll tight to her chest, and plasma burns covering her face.

There was a single day of silence from the humans, more likely due to shock than any kind of mourning. Then, the Humans sent a single message to the Dryzal High Council. It was short, but the anger and malice it carried were powerful.

It simply read: You have slaughtered our people without showing any mercy, that will be the last mistake your kind ever makes. Good luck and Goodbye.

Death rained down on Dryzal throughout the sector, no ship was fast enough, nor was any bunker hidden enough to escape the wrath of humanity. Hellfire and righteous fury seemed to fuel the humans, with a single cry uniting them “Remember Vi’irnas, and make sure they don’t forget either!”

To even dare to say that the humans fought their enemy ‘In Cold Blood,’ or without emotion, is an insult to Humanity as a whole. The Hope and Fear of the colonists as they defended their home and their families, the worry of the first soldiers as their shuttles touched down on a dead colony, their rage sparked by the deaths on Vi’irnas, and the mercy they gave to the Dryzal High Council by accepting their surrender. They may have acted harshly, and they may have been devils incarnate who slaughtered their enemies on the battlefield, but never let someone tell you that it was in cold blood.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Video Games Part 5

Alien: You made an entertainment scenario based around shooting rocks in space?  Human: Yes, why?  Alien: *Sighs*  Alien: You humans will make up any reason to shoot something won’t you?  ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: Why would your people make such a difficult game?  Alien: I thought they were meant for relaxation but this is driving me mad!!!! Human: Sounds like someone needs to “Git Gud”. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: So they invented a teleportation device and use it to move boxes?  Human: And sometimes across pools of toxic waste, but yes mostly boxes.  Alien: It’s like watching a youngling with a weapon using it to make sandcastles.  ——————————————————————————————————— Human: How do you like the hero so far?  Alien: I would hardly call him a hero. Human: But he’s off to save the kidnapped empress, how is that not heroic?  Alien: I just used a power that summons rats to eat an enemy alive.  Human: Fair enough. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: So her clothing…..is made from her hair?  Human: Correct.  Alien: What is wrong with your people? Human: You knew what you were getting into when you saw the wife robot arm. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: So the purpose is to become a drug dealer lord?  Human: Yes, but most people get distracted by running over people on sidewalks to ever get that far.  Alien: …….. Alien: That does not improve the situation at all. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: Why did they make a story mode for this game? It seems completely out of place.  Human: To tell the story as old as time.  Alien: Which is? Human: Capitalistic greed.  ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: How is this character a  “Rebel”? Human: Because he’s fighting the establishment to find the one he loves….  Alien: That sounds rather romantic.  Human: by turning his enemies into flesh eating zombies. Alien: And we’re back.  ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: I do not remember reading about nearly any of this in the book.  Human: Sometimes developers like to take some creative freedom when transferring into a new artistic genre. Alien: Stealing your version of death’s weapon to stab your god of evil in the face is one tremendous leap then. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: Why would the government wait until after such a disaster to activate their hidden special forces?  Human: What do you mean? Alien: Would they have not been more effective if they had been deployed during this crisis to help prevent further deaths before the outbreak spread?  Human: Wow….that puts a major plot hole into their organization now doesn’t it. ——————————————————————————————————— Human: How about this hero?  Alien: Not really a hero either.  Human: How do you figure that? Alien: If he had simply killed this clown fellow at the end of the first game then the events of the next two games would most likely not have happened and thousands would have been spared. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: Why are your people so obsessed with towers and defending them? Human: Something probably from the dark ages we were never really able to get over I’d wager. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: How is fungus meant to be deadly?  Human: It attached itself to humans and turned them into mushroom zombies.  Alien: ………. Alien: Mushroom zombies? Human: Mushroom zombies.  ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: Why must you always have your heroes with tragic backstories?  Human: What do you know of them? Alien: He escaped the government that was holding him captive.  Human: Because he eats people.  Alien: Why would you make that a feature for entertainment!!?!?! Human: *Shrugs* Because he eats people I guess. ——————————————————————————————————— Alien: I do not understand.  Alien: What is different about these sports games?  Human: The number at the end of the title. 

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Earth is Space Australia “The Invasion Continues

You all seemed to really enjoy the burg invasion, so here is some more. I hope you like it and I hope you have a great Monday.

“This planet…. Is a death trap. All our men are dead or…. Or dying…. Please we cannot survive any longer.”

The transmission ended rather abruptly, and the newly instated burg commander slammed his fist into the control panel, “What is happening!”

Around the room his counterparts scurried to avoid his anger.

“There have been reports of animal attacks, poisonings and…. Industrial accidents…. It seems that the human planet is far more dangerous than we originally anticipated. The entire thing is a deathtrap.”

Crew members cowered back against their station as a pincer slammed into the console, “They are squishy flesh-bags you should have no trouble taking them out!”

“The humans are not the problem, it is their planet. It is covered in boiling water, poisonous plants, angry wildlife, and apparently non-military have banded into pack-hunting structures in order to kill us, and it is working very effectively. We assumed that their civilian population would be largely inferior to their military counterparts, but it turns out that the non military humans are just more creative.”

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[the-writings-of-kaos]

Humans, the pets: An epilogue

Abduction log: Home never tasted so good

He was going home.

———

A tall alien figure was atop a large podium, standing at a lectern as the other councillors moved to sit in their seats as the high councillor had done. Readying to make the announcement. The spotlights turned on as the crowd lights were dimmed. And the high councillor, began to speak.

“Peoples of the galactic alliance. It has come to my attention that a new sapient species has been found, and contacted. I will be displaying images of them now.”

On a giant screen above the councillors images of humans in cities going about their daily lives were viewed, pictures of humans around camp fires sharing stories as the fire burned brightly. And one last image, of humans participating in war games, the one so famously now known to the galaxy as chess. The images faded to black as the crowd slowly regained cognitive focus, the immensely adorable images fading out of their minds as the screen turned to black.

“As I’m sure you have noticed, they are by far the most adorable sapient species we have come across thus far. And while I’m sure many of you would like to find them and bring them to the council, I’d like to set something on the table to be if debate.”

The high councillor paused before setting a large text block to be displayed, carrying the information that needed to be shared.

“This species, when we first contacted them, was originally taken form their home planet and sold as a pet. While the owners were lucky enough that this one was complacent, he did however kill an entire platoon of reptilian pirates who were unlucky enough to attempt to raid the ship they had been on. With a zero enemy survivor count.”

Shocked gasped could be heard throughout the crowd, as aliens began to puzzle over how such a thing could be true. Finally someone from the crowd shouted out.

“Show us proof!”

The screen blinked onto security camera footage. Showing little being walking towards reptilian pirates with his arms outstretched for an embrace. The crowd was heard awwing and cooing as they saw the little being hug the reptilain. Before they went silent as the pirates head was spun clean off. and fell to the ground. The high councillor continued.

“We have returned this, human they called themselves, and inquired the officials of their race as to what army or mercenary group they were part of. We were then informed that this was not any trained military combatent, but instead a technician undergoing their third class education.”

More shock gasps and panicked murmurs erupted from the crowd, before being silenced with a wave from the high councillor as they continued.

“Yes yes, quite shocking. Now back to political matters.”

The high councillor clears their throat before continuing

“This race know as the humans, have colonized much of the galactic arm of their home planets location. They already have more planets then any known military force in the alliance, and it seems that they have been preparing for first contact ever since they began dreaming of reaching out to the stars.”

The crowd went into a crazed exsplosion of discussion, bigger then even the triglybornitites. They simply couldn’t be that big of a race. The crowd went silent again as the councillor began to exsplain.

“They have many great arts, stories, legends and myths. But something has caught my attention, something they call fictional art. It is where they create art works and writing pieces from mental illusions, and create wonderfully as they put it to borrow a human phrase, magical separate worlds within these art works to tell fake stories to entertain each other.”

The councillor paused to let the confusion calm down.

“With these works they created fake stories, of them reaching the galaxy and finding no one here. Because of this they have been blessed with joy of our appearance, they are ready to become alliance members at once. But here is the issue...”

The councillor took a moment before continuing, themselves needing a moment to subside their own unnerve.

“The humans are unspecialized, they do not have a purpose as soon as they are born. And they end up searching for that purpose multiple times throughout their lives. And this is what makes them such a threat. They are what we now know are called generalists, well at least biologically.”

The crowd was shouting in confusion and misunderstanding over how such a race could form. Without specialization how did they choose their jobs, their lives their purposes. All this was still erupting from the crowd as the councillor shouted over them.

“This is why the technician when the ship was attacked, was perfectly able to defend the ship and succeed in their victory. They are capable of improvised combat, they have over seven forms of combat arts, which they teach to eachother as young as adolescents. Because of this they are a major military threat, and they can adapt to almost any environment. They spread themselves across their planet from their equator to their icy poles and still seek out more places to spread to. They have cities on volcanic islands, entire metropolis’s in locations of recurring natural disaster.”

The crowd was panicking as the proof was displayed on the screen, images of places known as Hawaii, Florida, and the Cari-bee-an where the ocean waters regularly barade the shores.

“As a final note...”

The crowd went silent

“We have ammited them as a defender species, and we will have them fight with us!”

The crowd cheered, these juggernauts of the galaxy were here to protect us! This is the best thing to happen since Zarzac the fifth was defeat a hundred years ago.

———

“Hello humanity, this is captain Shammerock of the extra terrestrial species affairs commission. And it is with my most highest honour I’d like to announce we are no longer alone in the Milky Way!”

All across human space people were celebrating, the human home system Sol 3 with their three blue and green perals orbiting the sacred yellow dwarf as the celebration was wrought with triumph. Earth, Mars, and the newest edition Venus, freshly cleared of toxic atmosphere and colonized moons of rich resource.

A message popped up on the dash of the commison comms officer. And was sent all across the human communications and information platform. A message the galaxy was yet to know the mistake of making.

“Dearest human race. From the people’s galactic alliance.

It is with grateful heart that the alliance appoints the human race as a defender race. Along with free trade and access across all allied space, this includes the human race to fight with and for the alliance as a whole. And to aid those in the alliance should they ever need it. Welcome to the alliance, we are pleased to be having you. -people’s galactic alliance”

———

-Several weeks ago-

Abduction log: Sweet (but not real) sorrow

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Hequ’lutik: Kafr’litik!!! The kenal called and demanded we be there imeadiatly!!!

Hequ’lutik galavanted through their accommodations, looking for their bond partner. Finding them in the relaxation room, getting ready after having heard Hequ’lutik.

Kafr’litik: Quiet down, do you have any idea what it could possibly be about?

Hequ’lutik: Not a clue, the kenaler sounded panicked and demanded that we get there as soon as possible.

Hequ’lutik and Kafr’litik charged out of their accommodations, quickly running into the transportation pod to be taken to the nearest drop point to the kennel.

———

There they were, the awful beasts who had locked him up in their ship for all of his recent memories. The same ones he could only assume were simply playing along with him, like he was a toy.

Smith spoke into the translator that the doctors had given him after the kenaler figured out he was sapient. It beeped quietly, as it translated the words roughly and spoke to the kenaler beside him.

———

The drop pod had arrived, and the wholly bison inside were frantically trying open the hatch. As little being beside Gorgash attempted to speak through the translator.

Gorgash: sorry could you say that again little being?

Little Being:When am I allowed to leave home? I do not wish to meet them again.

Little being gestured with their upper left appendage to the Whooly Bison running towards them, faces of worry strewn across their face.

Gorgash: Soon. The things in blue need to talk to them, and you together.

Gorgash pointed to the blue dressed new contact committee members, who were coming over aswell. Then all at once everyone arrived.

———

Hequ’lutik springed from the drop to the kenaler and littlebing standing in wait, Kafr’litik following close behind. When they got there, she noticed three Sig’abons wearing blue colour clothes had arrived aswell.

Hequ’lutik: Kenaler! Exsplain yourself! Why have you called us? Was little being hurt? And what are they doing here?

Hequ’lutik gestured a appendage to the first contact committee members, before rushing over to Little Being to look them over for any damage. Much to her suprise, the people in blue held her back. As Little Being, looking as cute as ever in their new protective wears, raised their upper appendages in a means of protecting themselves from her.

Kafr’litik: ok ok, what’s going on here? Why won’t you let us near our pet?!?

Leader member: Your ‘pet’ is a NR class organism.

Hequ’lutik: I don’t care how smart they are, Little Being is my pet. And you will give them to me or I will sue you and your kenal.

Gorgash: That means they are a newly discovered race! You fur for brains, bull dropping.

Kafr’litik: Whoe whoe. Newly discovered race? What do you mean?

Leader member: I mean they are a sentient organism, that was kidnapped and sold to you as a pet. And miss Hequ’lutik step away already, you know how dangerous they are. And we aren’t allowing you to harass them.

Hequ’lutik: Ha! Bull dropping!?! You must be off your atmosphere sir, because there is no way they are sentient. They can’t even articulate any excuse of writing or language!

Kafr’litik is stepping away, getting ready to turn around and dash back to the pod. A committee member grabs him before he leaves, and locks his hooves together before he can run off.

Hequ’lutik: What are you doing!?! We are innocent of any crimes you are accusing us of, unlock my partner this instant!

Leader member: I’m afraid we can’t mam, you and your partner are to be taken in for questioning as to how you didn’t realize that your ‘pet’ was sentient. And to direct us to the buyer you got them from, so we can locate their government before they launch out something to find them. Cmon move it.

Gorgash: Follow me Little Being, let’s hear what your slavers have to say.

Little being: Don’t call me small and cute, my name is Smith.

———

A message popped up on my dash, from a kenal in one of the core worlds. They found something and needed a first contact team imeadiatly. As well as an interrogator to figure out what was going through the heads of the owners.

Looks like they need me there too.

Authors note

Alright, I made some edits and I will be doing a second part to the epilogue. Hope you enjoy.

As always credits to my fellow authors, prompters, and commenters.

[star-sailor-tales]

Pets: Human to Alien POV

You know, I always thought that humans were the only ones that kept pets, with our maternal instinct and pack bonding. Today though, I was pleasantly surprised.

It all started when I showed Silv'ir, the ships resident biologist and humanoligist, a cat. Now I was careful to make sure that this cat was very relaxed and docile. After all, it would be meeting a new species that it had never seen before. Because of all the humans that had cats as pets, Silv'ir thought it would be a good idea to study the species, and figure out why they were so popular with their human allies.

"This is Maddie, she is a therapy cat, so she is very calm and kind." I said as I opened Maddie's cage.

"Why is 'Mad-dee' classified as a 'Therapy cat'?" Silv'ir asked as they sat crouched down, into a sort of sitting position.

"Well, you see, this cat was trained and certified to help people relax, help with anxiety and possible detect if someone is sick. There is even a cat who can apparently tell when someone is going to die." I explained.

"Fascinating." Silv'ir mused, watching patiently as Maddie emerged from her crate. She was a orange and white Maine-coon, so she was very soft and fluffy. I let her sniff my hand and then pet her. At the contact, she immediately started to purr.

"Why is she making that noise?" Silv'ir asked, apprehensive as to whether they wanted to pet the animal.

"She is happy and relaxed. You can probably pet her now, just make sure to let her smell you so she knows who you are." I instructed.

Silv'ir slowly extended their hand, a little tense. Despite Silv'irs worry, Maddie sniffed him curiously and then flopped on her side, apperently not bothered by the foriegn scent. Silv'ir looked at me, seeking confirmation. I nodded, and they gently stroked Maddies fur.

Instantly, Silv'irs eyes widened, both with their pupils and irises.

"She is so soft!" Silv'ir exclaimed. They held their hand over Maddie's side, feeling her side rumble as she purred happily. For the first time, I saw Silv'ir actually smile.

That was about a week ago.

I was roaming the ship as we sent on a diplomatic mission to check on our allied species. I was passing the medical bay when I heard a quiet "mmmrrow".

I paused, listening.

"What a pretty and friendly creature you all are. I can see why the humans are so fond of your species."

"Prrrrow!"

"Do you want to play?"

I stood still for a moment, wondering if what I was hearing was actually happening.

"No way..." i whispered to myself.

"........I wonder how many they have..." I mused. I walked over to his door and knocked.

"Silv'ir, It's me Adam. May I come in?"

"Yes, you may! Just be careful with the door!" Came their reply.

I braced my self and open the door.

"Hey silv--oh my god."

There had to be at least six cats in the room, lounging about or play wrestling with each other.

"How may I help you?" Silv'ir greeted.

"I should be the one asking you!" I said in a amused but worried tone. "Silv'ir, do you have everything you need to take care of this many animals?!" My voice turned shrill.

Even I couldnt take care of this many cats.

"Indeed I do! I have also researched thoroughly their needs and habits, as well as diet and care!" Silv'ir said matter-of-factly, cleatly proud of themselves.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out and I was left flapping my jaws like a fish out of water.

"I-I-okay, if you say so! Just, dont let me find one dead somewhere in the vents or something then..."

"I would never! Remember, I am A biologist, it is my job to learn about animals!" They said, offended.

"Sorry sorry, you're right, I just... if you need help, I have own a few cats over my life. If you're not sure about something let me know, okay?"

"Very well. Thank you, Human Adam."

"You're welcome!" I said. With that, I left the room, leaving them to their cats.

I have a bad feeling abou this.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Laughing.”

Here’s an easy read. Hope you all have a good day

Alien: *walks into the recreation hall to see human watching something. Humans snorts*

Alien “Human, what’s wrong with you. Do you have something stuck in your face?”

*human looks up smiling* 

Human: *Sorry, I was just watching this really funny video, and couldn’t help but laugh.”

Alien *walks into a room to see a group of humans laughing together much more loudly this time*

Alien, “What are you humans doing?”

Humans *waves hands still laughing* 

“Ramirez just told a really funny joke”

Allien: You are louder now than you were before.

Humans: Laughing with people is more fun than laughing alone 

Alien *Walks into room without knocking, accidentally runs into half naked huma. Human jumps, stands there for a moment and then starts laughing*

Alien *about to apologize instead* What’s so funny, I just invaded your privacy 

Human: *still laughing; shrugs* Because I’m embarrassed, so its either laugh or make things awkward for both of us.”

Alien: I mean that doesn’t make sense, but ok.” 

Alien *walks into room*

Human department superior: And so I say what’s the motor with you… see you get because a car has a motor.

Humans: *laughing unenthusiastically*

Alien *After boss leaves* Why did you laugh? That wasn’t even funny?”

Humans: because he’s our boss, we’re supposed to laugh to make him feel good about himself 

Alien: I thought humans laughed when something was funny or awkward.

Humans: We laugh if we want to keep our jobs.

Alien *Sighs in annoyance, but is used to this by now* 

*human –doing something stupid– falls heavily and it looks very painful. All around them, the humans are quiet*

Fallen human *stands back up* I’m ok!

Humans: *laugh*

Alien *in frustration* Why are you laughing! He’s bleeding and could have died!

Human: Yeah but he didn’t.

Alien: Why though!

Human: Because we are relieved. Humans laugh when they are relieved.

Alien *storms off in frustration*

Alien *steps into a room just as another human is running out beat red, eyes angry hands clenched. Aggressive laughter follows him as he goes*

Alien *confused* Why  are you laughing, that human seems very upset.

Humans: Because he deserved to be laughed at

Alien: Isn’t laughing a good thing though. Why would he be upset at that

Humans: Because laughing at someone is considered rude, you can laugh with them, but laughing at them or about them isn’t

Alien: then why would you do it?

Human: because he was behaving inappropriately, being an asshole, and he needed to be put in his place. Humans don’t want to tolerate inappropriate social behavior 

Alien *grumbles in annoyance but goes with it*

Humans an alien *in a dark spooky place suddenly startled by loud noise. Humans scream and then begin to laugh*

Alien *growing more frustrated* Why are you laughing now! That wasn’t funny! No one is making you laugh and we aren’t ridiculing anyone!

Humans: It’s because we are relieved. Humans laugh to let each other know everything is ok, because you don’t laugh when things are dangerous, so hearing other people laugh is a sign to tell everyone to relax.

Alien *suppose it makes sense. Is still annoyed though.*

Alien *is helping human get a splinter out of their hand. It is taking a while and being stubborn*

Human: ow ouch! OW! *Human begins laughing*

Alien *Slams tweezers down in frustration* WHY! WHY are you laughing! This isn’t funny at all! I am HURTING you. You are in PAIN.

Human *still giggling* I know, I’m sorry. I laugh when I’m in pain.

Alien BUT WHY!

Human: Because it helps to lessen the pain. If I laugh it hurts less. I suppose it’s also a soothing thing. If I’m laughing maybe I can trick my brain into thinking I am ok?”

Alien *Thinking about bashing his head against a wall*

Alien *Walks into the captain’s  office.*  Sir we have a problem 

Human *repeatedly, though gently, ramming his forehead against the desk* what now, what in my day could possibly go wrong now! Literally the worst day ever. Come on in just keep piling it on!

Alien: *nervous* there has been an outbreak of a very contagious pathogen starting with the docking crew i thought you should know-

Human: *begins laughing* 

Alien:  *dumbfounded* Why would you be laughing now. You just said it was the worst day ever.

Human *looks up* I am laughing because its kind of ironic. Plus I am also laughing because its either laugh or cry.”

Alien *Slowly walks out of the room, heads back to the office. Tosses all their research on humans into the air and then hides under the desk for the foreseeable future*

No matter how bad or confusing humans seem, they  always manage to get worse. 

[jimvasta]

Humans & Music - Lullaby

The sound of human laughter is always disconcerting, even after all this time I struggle to reconcile it as a sound of pleasure rather than attack. I suppose the same goes for many human traits, although I find amusement in making Andy smile to scare the new members of our platoon.

Andy has been laughing at us a lot recently and I suppose it must be my fault.

Last planet fall, we were dropping off a small group of humans after rescuing them from the Dran. Among them were younglings, even newly hatched babies. So small, so helpless, it’s hard to believe what they grow into.

The magic of these people begins from hatching. We were all shocked to hear the younglings learning music, chanting lessons and squawking with joy as they changed words of spells to fulfill their needs.  

Many of the humans do not trust us, as we do not trust them, but because of Andy most will tolerate me. They believe their Shaman when he speaks of trusting me and they let me approach. For this, I was able to experience the magic of the parent, and for this Andy laughs at me.

One of the baby’s struggled to sleep, the mother said he had a thing called Colic, so he cried often. Struggling with her own need to sleep, the mother curled around the baby in the soft corner we made for them and began to sing softly.

There was so much love to it, even sat across the room it felt as though I was back in the pouch with my mother stroking my head.

I was asleep before the baby.

Andy’s laughter woke me. For an instant, I believed there was an attack, but no, the Shaman was fully baring his teeth and throat in that terrifying display of mirth. He lifted me up and took me to the food room while still amused.

It was only when eating that I realised I was entirely refreshed. I slept half as long as usual and yet was completely ready for a new day. After the things I have seen, I seldom sleep well these days, it is a hazard of battling the Dran to fear the dreams in the darkness.

I was amazed. I still am, by the magic of it. I told Andy what happened, I begged to know what special powers mothers have over other Shamans to soothe and heal.

The laughter stopped, Andy reached out to touch me in the way he has learned we confer absolute truth. He told me mothers are indeed magical, but fathers too can sing a baby to sleep.

Now, when the platoon needs to sleep fully and well before a mission, Andy laughs briefly then sings the lament of a bridge whose maintenance is lacking and which needs the most improbable things to repair it. The words do not matter, the feeling with them is enough. He speaks of it little, it pains him I think, but our Shaman is a father.

For our most elite warriors, when it matters the most, Andy will play the sacred lullaby.

[the-writings-of-kaos]

Humans, the pets. Pt 6

Abduction log: I’m a guard dog, with a 100% kill rate.

———

It had been three standard glalactic solar cycles since the reptilians pirates attacked the Woolly Bison’s ship. And the cargo drones were still reorganizing the cargo hold. But the good news was we were about three galactic standard weeks early because of a new warp station, and this meant we could rest for awhile on the supply station.

Hequ’lutik: Cmon Little Being, in. No, not on top, in. Yes, in. No, no more embraces. Just get in the cage. Please? Thank you

Hequ’lutik was busy trying to get Little Being onto their transport cage, and when Little Being finally understood and had hopped in. Kafr’itik, entered Little Beings chamber.

Kafr’itik: Hequ’lutik, you were supposed to meet me at the air lock thirty minutes ago. Why haven’t you gotten moving?

Hequ’lutik: Don’t blame me! I was just having trouble commanding Little Being, to get in the transport.

Kafr’itik: well they are in it now so let’s go! The room is waiting, and I’m sure that Little Being would love some change of scenery.

Kafr’itik dragged Hequ’lutik through the halls, as the cage driving droid followed closely behind. They stopped in the airlock for the hatch to open, before running out into the busy markets. Passerby’s would often stop dead in their tracks, simply frozen as they observed the adorable Little Being in the cage.

Hequ’lutik: Uhh, Kafr’itik. I think we should drop Little Being at a kenal, so that they don’t have to worry about so many other creatures poking and prodding at him.

Kafr’itik took a moment to observe the growing crowd, be for gesturing I’m agreement.

Kafr’itik: so where should we leave them?

Hequ’lutik: how about the Orgressie kenal, they are the best trainer species ever. I’m sure they’ll be able to teach Little Being some readable commands.

Kafr’itik: sounds good, I’ll just input that into the droid and off it goes

The droid driver sped off down a separate walkway, before vanishing in the crowds. Transporting an adorable package to the new place.

———

“WHAT THE HELL! HEY TIN CAN WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?”

Little bing was met only with silence from the the droid driver, watching as the Woolly Bison faded out amongst the crowds. Not soon afterwards, a big brightly coloured building came into view. With a big sign of zenos, playing with pet like organisms. So he was sent to a kenal, this gonna be a long day.

———

A droid came into the shop, with a cage containing a Woolly Bison couples pet. They had named it Small Twee, which translates to roughly ‘Little Being’ in a cute sense.

Gorgash: Hello there, is this the drop of from Hequ’lutik and Kafr’itik?

Droid cage driver: Afermative, they have been name Little Being. They require a ration meal consisting of one part protein, one part H2O, and half assorted plant matter. Preferably leafy varieties. Is That confirmed?

Gorgash: Yeah Yeah, what threat class is it?

Droid: to opposing life or passive life

Gorgash: Opposing... why’s that?

Droid: Little Being has a special hunting and self defence strategy, it is almost identical to its natural display of endearment. This is not a threat, it is a conveying of information.

Gorgash: just tell me how dangerous they are you platinum plate with sensors!

Droid: 100% danger to opposing life forms

Gorgash: Wait Sorry What?

Droid: 100% danger to opposing life forms, if that confirmed?

Gorgash sputtered for a moment before they regained cognition. This creature named small and cute by galactic standards had a 100% danger to opposing life forms, what was he going to do with it!

Gorgash: c-confirmed, and to passive life?

Droid: a morale boost of 80%

Gorgash: O-ok, you can leave now. Have a good day.

The droid beeped, before gently lowering the cage to the floor. As it it sped off through the entrance, Gorgash slipped out from behind the counter to get a better look at little being. As to its name, it was quite small. And just so, so, SO ADORABLE! Gorgash couldn’t believe his eyes. How in the singularity could something so statistically dangerous, be so adorable.

Gorgash: oh my seven stars, you really live up to your name don’t you. Well ok, cmon out. Let mister Gorgash get a proper look at you.

Little being looked confused, before slowly walking towards Gorgash through the open cage door. They were so, cute to look at. They wore colourful protective fabrics that it seems to have produced, primitive but effective. They had a small floof of golden fur on the top of its head that swayed this way and that, fluttering delicately as little being moved. Then the little being out stretched its upper appendages. It was ask for an embrace, so cute.

Gorgash rushes over to give Little Being an embrace, well after much could have happened he embraced Little Being before remembering what the droid said. Its display of endearment, was identical to its hunting strategy. Gorgash jumped away faster then he thought possible, relieved that it was a show of endearment rather then the hunting strategy this time.

Gorgash: ok little being, I think you are safe enough for me to let you live with the big pets. Alright, follow me.

Gorgash tapped his lower appendage, Little Being seemed to understand imeadiatly and began following closely behind. So it knew precusion commands, I wonder what else.

———

I hate this, I should have snapped the kenaler’s neck when I had the chance. Dammit, now where was he taking me? Little Being followed closely behind Gorgash, before they were let out into a large playing field. With other pet like organisms. So he was deemed safe enough to play with the bigger pets, how insulting.

———

Gorgash watched hesitantly, as he closed the gate behind Little Being as they entered the play area. He watch as the other pet creatures approached Little Being, wait had Little Being been fed recently. Oh dear, what if he had just sentenced all the other pets to death. Gorgash watched with baited breath, until Little Being began playing with the other organisms. Well, played is a bit exaggerated. They didn’t seem to like being in the kenal at all, well then that’s fine. They don’t seem motivated to hurt anyone, and no one wants to hurt the adorable pet that just joined them. Little Being sat at the edge of the play area, laying against the wall and sleeping. Good, let them rest.

———

Abduction log: I’m a space dog. Stuck in the kenal.

———

Authors note

Sorry for how long this took, I was seriously debating a a few directions and got side tracked. I hope this makes up for it. And as always credits to my fellow authors, prompters, and commenters.

[jackthebard]

Ok so what about this: If humans are the single scariest thing in space, what if that eventually reaches its logical extreme? What if the mere threat of humans being on board a vessel in danger of attack is enough to make the hostiles turn tail and run?

**

Captain Ben’Jarra of the Golfrignarian Merchant Navy frowned out the viewport at the incoming vessel. It wasn’t hard to tell that they were pirates, even from this distance. Shoddily-welded spikes on the hull and a crude approximation of a Balarian’s skull being cleft in two by a hatchet were enough to signify that much, even ignoring the half-cocked frequency that they were hailing from.

“Merchant Navy Ship Holbryn. You are going to full stop, turn off your reactor, and hand over all your cargo or else. Prepare to be boarded,” came the scratchy voice through the comms station.

Captain Ben’Jarra frowned for a moment as Helmsman Grix wrung their hands in frustration and fear. “Captain…” they said, turning rodentlike features up to their captain’s. “What are we going to do?”

Even for a member of a mineral-based species, Ben’Jarra could be considered stony faced. Honestly, one of the humans on his ship had told him that, calling it a “play on words” as his species called it. While Ben’Jarra couldn’t see the appeal of a theatrical production about grammar and spelling, he understood the humor of the statement after Crewman Reynolds told him what it meant.

Just so, he had to struggle to keep his cool. 

“Pirate ship of unknown name and origin. We would like to make those preparations, but that would require that we wake up our two human crewmembers.” He had to struggle to not smile. “One of them is very ornery when woken up, and the other is just looking for an excuse. I may be the captain of this vessel, but I am sure that neither of them would appreciate the interruption to their sleep cycle, to say nothing of our other crewmates.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, then a transmission.

“Understood,” came the scratchy voice again. “We apologize for the inconvenience.”

There was no exchange of fire, no guns, no threats. Just two ships passing in the night. The entire bridge let out a sigh of relief once they moved out of firing range.

“Captain,” Helmsman Grix said with a long, shuddering sigh. “How did you know that would work?”

“I didn’t, to tell the truth. But, humans do have a reputation,” he said, and he let his smile show on his features this time.

“But sir,” another member of the bridge said, an insectoid alien with a twitchy, nervous way of moving even under the best of circumstances, “Isn’t Crewman Reynolds just a janitor?”

“We didn’t need to tell them that,” Captain Ben’Jarra said.

“And the other? The one that is ornery when they wake up?” the insectoid crew member asked. “Would that be…”

“His infant daughter, yes,” the captain said with a sigh. “I feel like Crewman Reynolds would have lived up to his species’ reputation if they were woken up in the middle of the night again.”

[yeet-imma-skeet]

The Sky Is Falling

(Loosely based on @starr-fall-knight-rise 's universe)

A thunderous rumbling shook the gathering area, causing frightened screams to yell out in shock. Metallic silver pillars periodically placed around the mansion sized room held the looming ceiling aloft before they started to groan dangerously as if feeling the dangerous pressure around them. Lights flickered before dimly coming back on again, the glasslike gems hung from swinging chandeliers, barely emanating a yellow glow. The smell of a pungent gas filled the air along with the faint whiff of spilt blood. Another thundering boom echoed once more, making some unseen children bawl uncontrollably.

"Please! Take the children!"

"There's no more room, lazeir, I'm sorry!"

"Then make more, caldat!"

"Yes, please! I'm begging you! Take them!"

"Lazeir! Don't leave me, lazeir!"

"Caldats!! Please save us!"

"Save us!"

"Protect the dolmiers!"

"Come back for us!"

The noise was suddenly quieted as an oval door shut soundlessly into place. The small room brightened slowly, revealing three beings sitting by the opposite wall. They breathed heavily, not because of their lengthy run to their compartment in total disarray, but of the intolerable pressure set on their heads.

One whispered, "There’s room in here... We can take some children and—"

"There is not enough supplies to support us and them on the dolmier quaster, Al. We'll barely make it past the galaxy with them if—when we escape." Another voice interrupted logically, their voice shaking.

"B-but we can try! There's still—"

"My prince." The third being said firmly, "My... friend. I am in charge of both of your safety and wellbeing. Even at the cost of others. Your existence will be a saving grace in the future so I cannot allow you to sacrifice yourself now."

The being stood up, their stance showing fatigue but with great determination, "Let's go... May Matradais guide our course to somewhere resourceful and safe."

The being got the first part right, but was most certainly wrong about the latter.

———————————

It all started on that day. That one damned day. It was all perfect before their majesties came to find their heirs...

The Three Rivers Home was a homeschool like any other. There were a few gentle yet strict lazeirs, non-binary caretakers, who watched over the usual litter of fifty children though they were a variety of different subspecies. The Home stood in between some rivers, the edge of a savanna, and few giant Hollow trees, causing the diversity. It was beautifully built home with plenty of rooms, wings made for school rooms, and multiple obstacles to play on. Laughter could be heard at all times of the day, making any passing adult smile in nostalgia. The white, marble walls stood gleaming and true as messily painted streaks of blue ran around the blank canvas like snakes. A small symbolic prank the lazeirs found endearing. A few children were rare hybrids from the locations and garnered a lot of attention from other kids, welcome or not. One of these children was a small female who had sleek body shape made for speed but her hair curiously a muted purple, a clear sign of someone different than the norm. Besides that, she could climb almost as well as any Sky Dweller though her tail was much clumsier at holding branches. She fell from that mistake that one fateful day.

"Galia you're going to fall."

"No I'm not. See these claws?" She flexed her six fingers, sharp curved claws extended from her fingertips menacingly, "Matradais gave me them for a reason. You're just mad you can't join us up here, flipper face."

The giant Farrisan below lashed his tail at the comment but did no more than just exasperatedly stare above at her. His artic blue eyes seemed to be pinprick lights from fifty feet up in a tree. She giddily hopped on her beastly hind legs, her reptilian toes clawing the tree. Another Farrisan alighted on her branch, swatting her shoulder lightly with his long tufted tail.

"Don't tease him, Gale. He can thrash both our hides if he felt like it."

She tussled his vibrant orange mane of hair, "Only if he catches me first!"

With a whoop and a shout, she launched off the branch, bark flying from her clawed toes' grip. With the grace of a clumsy monkey, she made her way down to the ground as her friends yelled at her for multiple reasons. The orange haired Sky Dweller egged her on while the Sea Dweller below yelled about some dead branch. Dead branch?

Her tail wrapped around a particularly dry branch before she realized the warning.

"FUCK."

"SHIT."

"DUMBASS."

"LANGUAGE!"

As Galia fell, their heads turned towards their lazeir coming at them at full speed. It was a terrifying sight to behold. An angry mane of frizzy red hair plus a set of pissed crimson eyes made them truly wish they hadn't sneaked out during role call and instead crawled into a deep hole to cower in. The Sky Dweller easily maneuvered through the grove of trees, clawed feet digging into bark and tail expertly balancing their form as they grabbed Galia in the nick of time before skidding to a halt on ground. They instantly searched her body, looking for any cuts or bruises before flicking her folded wing-like ear with a finger.

Her arial rang as the sharp sound bounced along her hearing, "Ow! Okay! I get it! That was dumb and I'm sorry."

"You should be! What were you thinking? You're not Sky Dweller enough to do acrobatics like that!"

Galia felt a sliver of familiar heat build up within her. The other two who arrived to check on her immediately knew what she was thinking as they plucked her small form from their lazeir's arms.

"She won't do it again!"

"We'll play something else next time!"

They both looked expectantly at her golden eyes, silently telling her to confirm.

"Yes," She looked away, "I won't."

Their lazeir scrutinized her for a second as they sighed in relief, "Good. I’m just glad you're safe, but we have to get you back in for the gathering. The Sea, Sky, and Land Royals are coming. We can't have anyone missing."

They ushered them towards the homeschool, looking quite frazzled at the past events. Unlike their regular personality, they didn't pay any attention to the trio of young adults silently seething at their past comment. It was a sore spot to mention Galia's shortcomings as a hybrid. Never being one or the other created quite a strain on her expectations and if it wasn't for her two friends, she would've been alone, sad, and angry since the beginning. Now she’s just livid with two other people to keep her in check.

A gust of wind pushed against the group, ruffling the yellow leaves above them and swaying boughs of gray branches. Opening their folded arials curiously, the trio heard the familiar sound of dolmiers, flying pearlescent vehicles, whir closer and closer. Their lazeir ushered them faster as three giant torpedo-shaped dolmiers landed gently onto the open field of trimmed cream grass of their front yard. It was a sight to behold, three uncommonly large and armored dolmiers sat gallantly under the emerald sky, shiny and mysterious.

"Dolmier quasters!" The Sea Dweller whispered, amazed.

"What?"

"Dolmiers made especially for Royals."

The orange hair teased, "Pfft, Wace is all nerd."

"Aleyo, I would've asked for your opinion if I wanted it."

Both young men were thwacked with a red-tufted tail.

"Get. Inside."

They flinched, "Yes lazeir."

Galia chuckled as they walked indoors, Wace combed back his black mane sheepishly while glaring at Aleyo. Al opened an arial, pretending to hear something else.

"Don't ignore me you overgrown monke—"

"No really! I hear something."

Or maybe not.

Low muttering could be heard over the ambient halls. Countless doorways lined the white yet homey halls stretched at their sides, dotted every now and then with pieces of artwork or holographic announcement boards. The doors to gathering space made for meetings were propped opened in the front entrance, revealing rows of whispering young Farrisans staring their way. A rainbow of eyes gazed at them, most with curiosity, some with glee, and a few with exasperation. Every one of their litter mates knew the trio were a special group of friends.

Aleyo was the most gullible of the group, quite trusting in an adorably funny way. Al once got his head stuck in a Stoll tree hollow trying to drink its special sap from the source while, somehow, Galia had convinced him to get her a cup of the bubbly water before he went for it. However, he always helped around with a kind hand no matter how many times he's been tricked. Nobody had the heart to keep screwing with him for long. Especially when they know that both his friends would find ways to unmake them.

Wace was the smartest of the bunch yet just got into a lot more of their shenanigans than he should have. He found robotics and engineering to be his forte which allowed his other two litter mates to have a swell time with his inventions, whether purposely made for shenanigans or not. The Rocket Orb Incident was a tale to tell for the ages. Despite the fact that his partners dragged him into trouble, he found himself the happiest when watching over their antics.

Lastly, Galia was the most willful of the trio and the cause of almost all their shenanigans. Whatever temptation came her way, she would do whatever she could to accomplish it. Climb that dummy high tree? Up there in no sweat with some help from Al. Want the best sun spot to lay in? Make a convoluted plan with Wace to maneuver a littermate out of the spot. Craving for the last piece of steak fruit? Sprint through litter mates and if she failed to get one, beg with wide eyes to close friends. Those glittery golden eyes always gained her delicious meals though Wace and Al were somewhat immune to the charm.

Everyone knew they were stupidly close and no doubt knew that they planned to stay close even when their territorial urges come. They couldn't imagine them in any other way.

The trio joined the lined ranks, muttering a few apologies for brushing against tails and exchanging a few knowing stares. They found their spot among the first rows facing the back of the room where a podium stood. Switching into a more polite mindset, they stood respectfully in place like nothing had happened. Especially incidents involving falling off trees. Their watchful lazeir sighed at the sight as they stood with other lazeirs to welcome their now approaching guests.

The first thing the litter noticed was the sudden pressure in the air. Some feeling made their arials twitch, their bodies tensed, and their eyes lock onto the entrance.

Tall, muscled adults stalked in, looking relaxed yet attentively alert. Each had a weapon in hand, some with pearlescent gauntlets, few with kinetic guns, and fewer with gleaming tridents. All of them wore a gray tailcoats over armor, both leather and metal plated. The intimidating atmosphere they created chilled the younger Farrisans to the core. Never have they met such adults armed to the teeth.

A giant Sea Dweller stood forward, faintly smelling of salt, "Stand at attention for his majesty of the Land"

A chorus of moving occurred as the litter and their lazeirs bowed their heads, curled their tails to their backs, and opened arials wide to tilt downwards in respect. Quiet footsteps echoed through their arials along with swishing of loose clothing.

"Greetings young ones." A Plain Dweller stepped forward from the guards. His sleek form, though small, subtly demanded attention. His tailcoat was exquisitely bright cream, matching the most vibrant of savanna grasses. A wreath of golden vines adorned his tawny mane, a crown proving his identity as a king as did the rest of his extravagant clothing. The litter grew curious of another wreath held within his hands, a smaller and daintier version of his own until they remembered what happened years ago. His mate had died due to an emerging disease. As it was new and is currently still incurable, she died after laying the heir's egg. As did another king's mate.

He suddenly stood in place, knocking everyone out of their thoughts. His deep sage eyes stared ahead at one of the litter, a young Plain Dweller known as Kial in the middle of a row. Though he had shadow gray hair, his confused eyes were the same as the king's. He nervously shuffled in place under his majesty's gaze.

"You... What is your name?" The king asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

The young man stuttered, "Uh— K-Kial, your majesty."

"Kial!" His arials quivered with joy, "My heir! He's here!"

Disbelief filled the room as the king ran to him, ignoring all etiquette and precautions. His guards scrambled to reach his side as he happily introduced himself to the shocked man.

His litter mates broke into whispers, "Kial!"

"Him?"

"The playboy?"

"The clown?"

Some giggled as they were shushed by their lazeirs.

They silently watched as the king gently touched the man's face, turning him this way and that.

"You look so much like your mother."

"I do? She must've been hot."

The king laughed, a gravelly yet wholesome sound, "You also have her humor! You are definitely our son!"

The guards who arrived acknowledged the words by bowing their heads with open arials. Though his litter mates were still in shock, they also followed along in showing respect to a newfound prince.

Galia flicked an arial towards the entrance, hearing a few more heavy steps entering the room. Too curious to ignore the noise, she cast an eye at the doorway and did a double take. How the heck does Wace and Aleyo have grown twins? With armed guards. Wearing fancy crowns... It was like looking into grumpy and wrinkly pictures them using a cheap photo filter but one of them's a female.

Her eyes grew into golden saucers as she nudged both her friends in their bow.

Al nudged back, "Gale what the hell?"

"Uh—"

Wace whisper-yelled, "I swear to the goddess if you two are playing tailsey at this time I will—"

"What the fuck? No ther—"

"Language." Their frizzy haired lazeir hissed quietly.

"Fine. Why the fuck—"

"Gale! They're still our lazeir!"

"—do their majesties—"

"There’s only one here?"

"—loOK LIKE YOU GUYS?!"

Her angry voice slashed through the silence, causing heads to shoot up at her.

"What?" They asked.

She exasperatedly motioned to the door. Their gazes followed then stopped, stuck on the two towering adults at the door with guards at their tails. Both were ginormous for their species, making both of them duck under the doorways by a large margin. The Sea Dweller queen gathered the most attention as her imposing figure cast a long shadow onto the floor. Scars of past duels and battles dotted her tail and her body under the embroidered navy tailcoat. A silver crown of coral adorned her short black tresses as her piercing blue eyes seemed to look throughout the room yet not at the same time.

Her gaze first landed on Galia for her outburst, making her feel like an insignificant bug under her chin. She did not like the aura around her. She felt sharp, pointy, and worst of all... cold.

The other king stood forward, his arials perked up and his sky green eyes glimmering with some hidden emotion. Light danced off his bronze crown of thicket vine, illuminating his orange mane like a bonfire. A similar wreath of metal was held in his claws. A sure sign that he had also lost his mate. He held a warm yet regal atmosphere, motioning for someone to come closer. But who?

He locked eyes with Al, "You. Come closer."

Aleyo looked at his friends, both of them sending comforting gazes before he tentatively stepped out of the row. He paused at a few steps, still bowing his head in nervous respect.

"What is your name, young man?"

He gulped, "Aleyo, sir. Al for short."

"Aleyo..." The king whispered, "So you were also here, my heir."

Al looked up in surprise, both his friends even more so. The room filled with loud barely concealed gasps. The other two felt dread crawl into their hearts. Every heir found had to go with their majesties the day they're found and chances of ever meeting them again were slim to none. Would they ever see him again?

The Sea Queen rose a stiff hand, silencing the room in an instant. Her head slowly turned towards Wace as she also motioned him to come forward. Gale's heart dropped to her tail. It aches and cried as he escaped her reach. It couldn't be. It can't be.

Finally, the brawny queen asked him the dreaded question, "What is your name?"

Wace stood silent. He bowed to the authority but did not say a word.

The queens's close guard thudded his trident on the ground, "Your queen asked you a question, youngling."

Al felt growing fear as he watched him stay quite. Gale only felt sorrow but soon mustered up bravery.

She stepped forward and bowed her head lower, "His name is Wace, your majesty."

Both her friends stared in disbelief, seeing unbelievable acceptance in her cowed form.

"Hmm," She heard the queen hum, "Is that your name? Will you answer me this time instead of your halfbreed littermate?"

Galia gritted her teeth in rage, internally wrestling herself to stay bowed, to stay cowed, and stay in her place. Memories of past adults whispering behind her back crawled their way back into her mind. A poor soul. An incomplete being. A halfbreed. What good is a Farrisan who isn't the fastest? What good is she if she's not the best climber either? She loathed their comments. Hypocrites, the lot of them but she couldn’t help feeling the same. What is my worth? Why do I exist? Emptiness replaced her fury as she felt more hollow than ever.

Seconds past until she began noticing her friends openly glaring at the Sea Queen, unafraid of her power and strength. Oh boy. Those two amazing yet daft litter mates.

"Yes my name is Wace, but don't you dare call my friend that again." His stance stood wide, unyielding to the giant’s scrutiny.

Al growled, an unexpected sound coming from the kind person, "What he said."

The air felt chilled, suffocating the room. The rest of the litter and the lazeirs looked on in horror as the Sea Queen's face turned sour and her guards grow in hostility. Tension grew but nobody flicked an arial.

The Sky King quickly stood between the glaring pair, "Apologies on the behalf of my heir. I'm sure they don't mean to cause harm, Warina. They're clearly close."

"But father I—"

Al was shushed by a stern look by the king.

Narrowing her eyes, the Sea Queen eased her guards with a swift raise of a tail. The air loosened as the litter and lazeirs shuffled uneasily. Galia let go of a breath she never knew she held. She wanted nothing more than to sink to the ground in relief until she felt a sliver of fear stab through her body. Though it was quick, she felt someone staring through her soul with hatred. Behind. It was behind her. Quite unexpected since she thought the Sea Queen the culprit but she was clearly in front of her. Odd...

"Before I was rudely interrupted," Her silky voice cut through the room, "It seems that all of our heirs have been raised here."

No amount of guards or, in fact, royals could quiet the astonished din the litter and lazeirs made.

"All of them!"

"We had all princes here the whole time?"

"A first in history!"

"Poor Galia..."

Poor Galia indeed. Her world felt like crumbling apart. Not them. They have been through everything. They planned to be neighbors. They wanted to be together til the end, even if they found mates and grew withered with age. Instead, she will stay they way she is as they will grow wise, grand, and famous. Rulers of the Sky and Sea, leaving her behind. Unless...

She stepped between her royal friends, arials open in reverence and tail painfully curled further upon her back as she put her heart out. Please let her come!

"Your majesties, may I be trained under your vigilance?" She asked.

The room gawked as the Royals found themselves surprised at the rarely asked ageold question. Her friends even more so. Galia had directly asked their royal highnesses to be a Vigil, the highest caste of warrior especially trained under royal guards. They were known as mysterious yet deadly soldiers who were constantly forced to always do missions on and off world for Royals. In other words, Farrisans who volunteered to be without a territory, thoroughly destroying any chances of them ever having a home and most importantly, a mate.

"Gale no!"

"If this is for us then—"

Another voice cut through, "Can I have her?"

The Land King walked away from the rows of the litter, a confused Kial and guards in tow.

"You have plenty of Vigils from my given forces. Might I have this one serve me?" He asked again.

Galia felt the stab of fear again, staggering a step away from the king. Hate. She felt hate emanate from his very body. How nobody noticed was beyond her. Why? Why does he feel like rotten intent when he looked like he was having the best day of his life. Wait—

"Very well."

"We have no need. Train her well."

Wace and Aleyo prepared to dissuade their parents when they were gently knocked behind the knees with Galia's tail. She shook her head, sending the most determined gaze instead. The guards readied weapons at her preposterous treatment of their new princes when the Land King raised a tail.

He cheerfully said the malicious first words of many to come, "No need. We'll train our new Vigil quite well..."

Without hesitation, they left their separate ways before anyone could process what truly happened. The trio barely met eyes as they were torn apart. That fateful day was only the first before their world would truly fall apart.

(Part 2: https://yeet-imma-skeet.tumblr.com/post/613800854138552320/the-sky-has-fallen)

[a-screeching-pansexual]

Aliens Vs acts of intimacy

(K, so this one’s actually based off of some cultural world building out of my project, But I thought you’d all like it)

Aliens have different social norms of showing someone they love them.

One race might see hand holding-or even touching- as heavily sexual and intimate.

They would touch their lovers hand with the tips of their fingers, instead of a cheeky cheek peck. Holding hands with their husband or wife, or silently brushing against their boyfriends hand as they pass to let them know they love them still.

It could also be a way to insult someone.

Slapping would be even worse, like a forced unwanted kiss. Or an extreme insult. 

Similar with punching.

Que a human instinctively reaching to shake their hand and freaking out, screaming or being just weirded out.

Human: Hello, I’m Adelaide. *holds out hand*

Alien: *Hisses and screams, recoiling*

Delegate: What the hell?

Alien: She tried to hold my hand!

Delegate: It’s a greeting, she’s not interested in you! Just shake her hand…

Alien: NO! WHat if my boyfriend finds out!

Delegate: Please just do it….

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “They Will Eat You.”

“RAWR! I am a hungry human and I’m going to eat your face off and wear your skin as a coat!”

“No, stop, you’re scaring me.”

Footsteps and the older Tesraki chases her younger brother into the other room.

He is screaming “Stop! Stop! It’s not funny.”

She pulls to a stop but grins at him, an unnatural facial expression for a tesraki. He squirms away from her, “b-besides. H-Humans don’t eat people.”

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[star-sailor-tales]

Alien rescue teams

So like, we humans have our fire fighters and police Officers and paramedics, not to mention the people who fight forest fires and hurricane clean up crews, who, lets be honest, have probably found bodies before while cleaning up.

But like, can you imagine what alien rescue teams are like? Our planet is tame compared to other planets, I mean it has to be for us to live here. But like what about planets that are much more...energetic, let's say. Bigger storms, biomes that we have never even seen before.

Or even space rescue teams, who go help space ships that, for some reason or another, got stuck out in space. Search and rescue teams. Hell, there may be teams out there that are known by entire galaxies, famous for their ingenuity and resilience.