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tlouwhore · 5 months

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modern!ellie headcanons

notes/warnings: pet names used (baby), sfw, loser!ellie a little (i cant help it), no race specific information, androgynous reader

★ she has an insane mug collection thats so strange, when you go to hers for the first time its such a weird thing

"you want something to drink?"

"sure"

and you'll go back to messing with her stuff that she left sprawled across her coffee table until you hear her clomp over and extend her arm, she'll be holding an inconveniently built mug out to you casually

"els, what the fuck is that?"

she tilts her head and furrows her brow, confused at your comment as if its unreasonable to ask why shes handing you a horrifically constructed alien mug thats bound to spill all over you

★ speaking of these mugs, she refuses to get rid of *any* of them. when you guys move in together you're begging her to just get rid of one but she refuses

"els, please. we dont have enough shelves for these, we need normal drinking glasses."

you sigh as the mugs sit across the kitchen counter, shes on one side staring at them while youre on the other side staring at her.

"i cant, i use them all"

she doesn't. she drinks out of one and she only ever drinks water from it. you go back and forth for merely minutes before you throw in the towel and just let her do her thing, if shes happy you dgaf about the normal water glasses.

★ shes a loud ass walker, you will hear her before you see her. you genuinely start to think she's doing it on purpose.

★ she has one belt and its one wrong move from completing snapping in two pieces, there is a literal half inch of material holding it together

★ needs to pet street cats every time she sees them, whenever you point out that they're probably diseased she scoffs

★ tries to pretend shes good at fixing things but has no clue what shes doing—the toilet isnt flushing properly and so she stands about 3 feet from it and stares at it with her weight shifted to one side. she'll have on a tank top on and slacked down carhartt pants engulfing her legs as she nods. she really likes to take care of you so she'll refuse to admit she has no idea what shes doing and when you walk away she looks up "toilet not flushing reddit"

★ she fucks with the twilight franchise but pretends to hate it because it doesn't "look cool"

★ she cant drive, she failed her permit test 3 times and pretends like every other driver on the road is the problem (shes the issue every time)

★ she drives a beat up car or truck, it smells a little funny and the radio gets three stations so you have to rummage through her mass cd collection to find something to listen to. half the cds wont even be in their case but instead haphazardly chucked around her car in random spots. the only ones she keeps in order are your cds, which have a specific bag so you don't have to scurry about in her car to find them.

★ 3 pairs of socks and they all have holes in them, she'll complain that the floor is cold all the time

"god the floor is so cold in here"

"can you just put some socks on?"

"i'm wearing socks right now"

"oh really?"

and she'll point as her feet, half her toes are out and her heel is fully exposed. its about the same as just wearing no socks at some point. you'll just stare in disbelief for a moment before scoffing.

"what'd you do that for?"

that small crease between her brows finding its way to her face as it always does.

"you're barely wearing socks"

"oh whatever"

★ has to physically restrain herself from telling you the gift she bought you for any holiday or event, shes tweaking out and cant function until she gives it to you

★ she loves to just be in your presence, she'll observe your routines. she enjoys perching next to you as you get ready, no matter how short or long or a routine she will be by your side

★ she can cook a crazy burger but that's literally all she can make

★ shes a blushing mess for you but she loves to get cocky and pretend she isn't when texting you

★ needy and will message you thirst trap ass photos in an attempt to get you to leave work early and be with her (it works)

#ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams x reader smut #loser!ellie #tlou2 #tlou #tlou ellie #ellie x reader fluff #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie fluff #ellie williams imagine #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie hcs #ellie headcanons #modern ellie #modern au

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Day six of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon.

"You're bluffing," the thief says flatly.

"And you're fucking stupid if you think this is the play that's getting you out of here," Kon snorts, tapping a foot against the floor. "C'mon, man, give it up. I've got plans tonight."

"Use the artifact!" the alleged "Mark" yells at the thief holding it.

"Right!" said thief says, then . . . pauses, and looks embarrassed. "How do I . . . do that?"

Kon looks incredibly unimpressed. Tim empathizes. Deeply.

"You guys need a minute there?" Kon asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up!" Mark snaps at him. "Just use it, Lisa!"

"I thought you said no names–"

"Use it!"

"Uh, right!"

The thief chucks the little clay goat at Kon. Tim is genuinely embarrassed for this entire crew.

Kon catches the goat one-handed, which is kind of a stupid idea, but letting it smash on the floor admittedly wouldn't look great. People over property, obviously, but Kon also historically has issues with property damage and letting the bad guys smash up ancient artifacts is not the best plan in general anyway. Especially given how often said ancient artifacts have ghosts or curses or apocalypses locked inside them.

"Lisa!" the thieves all yell in horror.

"Was this the whole plan?" Kon asks, making a show of inspecting the goat. "Like, was this it? I can come back later, if you're still cooking on that."

Tim muffles a laugh with a snort. Kon definitely caught it, though, judging by his smug smirk.

"Shut up, wannabe!" the thief still holding a gun to Tim's head snarls, which reminds Tim he should be pretending to care about the gun currently being held to his head. Honestly, he would in Gotham, but the only way this moron is shooting anybody is by accident.

. . . admittedly, that is a concern, given the trigger discipline issue. Hm.

"Killing me would probably count as felony murder, just so you know," Tim mentions, glancing around the thieves. "Which you could all be charged with, not just whoever actually shot me. Plus I'm pretty sure stealing objects of cultural heritage from a museum is a federal crime."

He's completely sure of all that, actually, for obvious reasons, but he has to at least pretend to be a civilian here. Like, some effort needs to go into that illusion, if for no other reason than to avoid a Bat-lecture from Bruce or, worse, a Bat-"I'm not mad, just disappointed" from Dick.

Or, worst, Alfred might make disapproving shortbread instead of approving jammy dodgers for post-patrol tonight. That'd be really unfortunate. Tim could really use an approving jammy dodger tonight. He's already going to have to write up a very annoying incident report of this situation as it is, and also deal with the mortification of getting his neck saved by a Super. There is no dignity in that. At all.

He is definitely never telling the team his secret identity. At least not until he's absolutely positive Kon hasn't inherited any of Superman's eidetic memory, anyway. He's ninety-nine percent sure he hasn't, but that last percent is a definite concern right now.

"No one asked your opinion, brat!" Mark snaps, though a few of the other thieves now look extremely uneasy. Tim makes another mental note about their crew's obvious lack of prep time and general planning and continues to be embarrassed for them. Museum robberies in Gotham are themed events with careful research and preparation involved, and frankly usually involve more thoughtful effort than whatever gala they may or may not be crashing did. Smash and grab is for convenience stores and small-timers. And these guys are definitely small-timers, but this is equally definitely not a convenience store.

Metropolis is so weird. Why anyone even bothers doing petty crime in it at all is beyond Tim. Maybe they're just banking on Superman being more concerned with natural disasters and alien invasions and rescuing cats from trees, which is a valid strategy. Same theory as splitting up and making a cohesive group into multiple targets.

"He has the idol!" Lisa hisses, glaring at Kon like she's not the one who threw it at him to begin with. Tim gets a gun barrel jammed into his temple again. He has no idea why Trigger Discipline: What Not To Do thinks that's, like . . . a productive thing to do. At this rate he's going to get a bruise or something.

Well, he's not actually doing it hard enough to hurt, admittedly, though Tim does keep expecting it to. The guy looks like he's putting his back into it, but the impacts continue not to actually hurt, so Tim supposes he's just trying to put on a show here.

Well, at least he's putting in some effort, Tim supposes. That's something.

"I really do have plans tonight, you know," Kon reminds them, raising an eyebrow at the thieves again.

"I would appreciate you delaying those, actually," Tim mentions. "If you don't mind, I mean."

"Oh, yeah, don't sweat it, dude," Kon says, waving him off. "These people are annoying but I'm not gonna ditch out on you here, that's not your fault."

"Don't ignore us!" one of the unnamed thieves yells. "And give the idol back!"

"I have no idea why you would expect me to do that," Kon says.

"I'll shoot!" the thief holding Tim threatens, jamming the gun barrel into his head again.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure that dude was right about the felony murder thing, so maybe don't?" Kon says, inspecting the little clay goat again. "Hm. This thing is actually kinda cute."

"It is, isn't it," Tim agrees. "I thought it looked like a kid's toy."

"Oh yeah, I can see that," Kon says, squinting assessingly at it. "Like those chunky toddler ones?"

"Yeah, like those," Tim confirms with a nod. "Fisher-Price, Duplo, that kind of thing."

"I'll take your word on that one, man, my 'toddler' stage only lasted about half a day and I was sedated for it," Kon replies in amusement. Tim seethes internally and thinks very uncharitable thoughts about Cadmus.

"I said I'll shoot!" the thief holding him says furiously, tightening his arm across Tim's neck. It's still not actually enough to hurt, but again, Tim appreciates seeing a little more effort. "Give us the idol, you stupid brat!"

"I'm trying to help you out here," Kon says, looking exasperated. "You're just making shit worse for yourself the longer you keep this up. Put down the gun and let the guy go, you'll get a way lighter sentence."

"Fuck you!" the thief shouts. "The power of the idol will protect us!"

"The idol that I am currently holding, you mean?" Kon says, hefting it meaningfully. "The one that is in specifically my possession and not yours?"

Tim does understand that talking people down is the preferred approach and Kon can't actually super-speed this problem away, but Kon could at least pretend to be taking this seriously. From his perspective, there's a civilian hostage with a gun to their head and an angry criminal with their finger on the trigger, but he's acting like there isn't any danger in the situation at all.

Tim gets the posturing thing and the general "cooler than thou" attitude Kon likes to present, but it's definitely not making any of the thieves calm down. Like, not at all is it making any of the thieves calm down.

This incident report is going to be very annoying to write.

"It's not yours!" Lisa shrieks at him.

"You literally threw it at me," Kon says. "I only have it because you threw it at me. Also pretty sure it's not yours either, given all the screaming alarms and broken glass and the smashed-in wall I am currently standing in the wreckage of."

Tim starts wondering if maybe he should revisit his "tripping" plan. He doesn't really want to pull any Robin-esque moves in front of Kon, but also dying would really fuck up all that hard work he's put into being Bruce's emotional support sidekick. Also two dead Robins in a row could not possibly end well. Especially in such a stupid way. Especially in Metropolis.

"You don't even know what you're holding, you idiot!" Lisa fumes.

"A toddler toy, I thought we established," Kon says. "'Doopler' or something?"

"Duplo," Tim corrects, internally calculating tripping angles.

"That one, yeah," Kon amends. "Doppo."

Tim, resignedly, thinks his determined commitment to pointlessly fucking up is adorable. Also still hates Cadmus and has the irrational urge to buy him a teddy bear or something, although Kon would definitely just think he was fucking with him if he did.

Maybe he could just smuggle one into his room and disavow all knowledge of its existence. That's an option.

"Give us the idol now!" the thief holding Tim snarls, his face twisting in rage.

"Yeah, no," Kon says.

"You little–!" the thief starts to yell, and then his trigger finger slips. Tim knows this because the gun goes off right next to his ear.

And right against his temple.

Half the room screams and the thief yells and drops the gun, recoiling in horror. It goes off again as it hits the floor and a bullet shatters a historically-significant vase the way one should have shattered Tim's personally-significant skull.

What the fuck?

"Shit, sorry, that was probably kinda loud," Kon says apologetically, wincing a little but otherwise looking completely unphased by all of that. Tim blinks, very slowly, and attempts to restore his resting heart rate. It's not a particularly successful attempt.

"Yeah, kinda," he says.

"Sorry, sound waves are harder to block," Kon apologizes, pointing at his own ear with his free hand, and Tim remembers the other's total lack of concern for any threat to civilian life this whole time and realizes that was because, from Kon's perspective, there wasn't any actual threat.

Huh.

Well, that explains why neither the gun barrel nor the being choked thing actually hurt at any point, doesn't it.

"Oh," Tim says, looking down at the floor that they are, in fact, all still standing on. "Tactile telekinesis?"

"You've heard of it?" Kon says, looking pleased.

"Once or twice," Tim says, managing not to say it too dryly. Kon looks even more pleased. "I didn't know you could use it like that, though."

"Practice makes perfect," Kon replies smugly.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young justice #young just us #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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bat-connoisseur · 6 months

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I turned your Baldurs Gate 3 characters into furries. Sorry. Actually no I'm not I won't pretend anymore.

General notes and specific species under the cut.

Astarion: He is a Ghost Bat! I like to think him being a vampire and being a bat are entirely unrelated, it's just a coincidence and he's honestly pretty mad about it. Ever since I first started playing bg3 I had him assigned as a Ghost Bat or a Spectral Bat in my brain, just arbitrarily, and I went for the former just because the colours work.

Gale: He's a Eurasian Lynx! I had to make him a cat. I just had to. And I trawled through the wikipedia pages for pretty much every type of cat and Lynx was about the only one that fit in my brain. The fluff kinda evokes his beard and hair I think, and I almost didn't have him have proper hair, just the fur, but in the end I wanted to be consistent about it so he got it. Peep the greying muzzle because mans is stressed and dying.

Karlach: She's a Bongo Antelope! I knew I wanted her to be some kind of large hooved mammal, because of the horns but also because their builds and general sturdiness really suit her I think. It was a tough pick, there's so many cool ones, and when sketching I was actually going to have her be a Mountain Nyala, but I changed my mind last minute just because the colours of the Bongo fit SO well. They're also my favourite antelope. Let me have this. She's so cool and she gets to be one of my favourite animals.

Lae'zel: She is a Pterosaur! My specific reference was Dorygnathus, but I was fairly loose on the details and so she doesn't super resemble them beyond the teeth and tail. I wanted her to be something prehistoric since the Gith are aliens or something (i dont know dnd lore that well), and so I wanted her to be in her own sort of category apart from the rest so, prehistoric! I considered making her a dinosaur but the idea of a Pterosaur just really appealed for whatever reason. Kind of parallels their dragon riding if they can fly, I suppose? And their Enhanced 10 Foot Vertical Leap.

Shadowheart: She's a Hare! Very specifically a Hare rather than a rabbit. Hopefully that comes across. I wasn't super sure what to do for her honestly, but in several scenes she has these big scared eyes, and she's generally just kind of having an awful time and being harmed by the gods for the whole game and I was like 'hey I know an animal that looks like it's been personally slighted by the gods' and so Shadowhare was born. There is a part of me that wishes I'd made her a cat for the warrior cats joke though.

Wyll: He's a Pine Marten! I just kind of got it in my head he should be a Mustelid of some kind, I'm not sure why, he just has that kind of vibe to me? Maybe it's the way he moves, maybe it's his skill at killing, maybe I'm just biassed because I love him and I love mustelids, who knows. I looked through em all and I didn't want one of the bigger sturdier ones like a Wolverine because. Strength stat of 8. So I went for one of my smaller favourites, the Pine Marten. The reason he's not an animal with horns naturally like Karlach is because I still wanted them to look out of place on him! I toyed with giving him wings (because they're cool) but ultimately didn't wanna stray toooo far from Pine Marten.

And that's all! Perhaps I'll get around to anthropomorphising the non origin characters, but who even knows. Halsin would almost be too easy. I could make Jaheria a cool ass fox or something though. Much to consider. If I do them then I'm gonna be doing my Tav Deimos and my Durge Lethe though. That's da law.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #karlach cliffgate #Lae'zel #gale dekarios #Shadowheart #Bg3 #dandy doodles

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cupcakeshakesnake · 9 months

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are you serious about believing that cats shouldn't be let outside?

why? like don't get me with that "oh they'll kill animals" well yeah, maybe they will. it's their natural instincts, and allowing them outside promotes a range of natural behaviours. so isn't it cruel to prevent that? and if you believe they shouldn't be allowed to go outside, isn't it cruel to choose to keep them inside instead of just *not having a cat?*

also for that arguement the rspb says " there is no scientific proof that predation by cats in gardens is having any impact on bird populations UK wide." while you may not be from the UK, the UK isn't a place where domestic cats are native either!

I wonder if you are American as so many Americans seem to have this weird opinion - is it very common to believe solely in indoor cats where you live? /gen q. it's very common to have cats that go outdoors here in the UK, and the concept of outdoor cats doesn't exist - if someone mentioned an outdoor cat I'd think of a cat that never went inside, like idk a barn cat. a website I found said 90% of cats in the uk can go outdoors but based on what I'm seeing on your feed and Tumblr it's very different for you?

Yes, I'm serious.

I suppose it's also a natural instinct of coyotes (US), foxes (UK) and hawks to kill cats, so isn't it cruel to prevent that? Cats may have natural instincts but they are not part of nature. They're not part of your local ecosystem, you brought it there. Do you only care about your cat fulfilling its 'natural instincts' and nothing else?

Let's say you have, oh I dunno, the Xenomorph from Alien. Let's say you love it a lot. Are you gonna set it free on the neighborhood because its natural instinct is to kill?

If you believe children shouldn't stick their fingers in the wall socket even if they want to, shouldn't you just not have children?

And yes there is plenty of scientific proof. Cats are not native ANYWHERE. If your cat just stays in a fenced garden or maybe a catio, it's fine, but studies found that cats' kill counts are so high because even 'freeroaming' cats roam less than their wild counterparts (i.e. jungle cats) and thus kill in a more concentrated area. They also kill for fun and not just to eat. Cats have contributed to the extinction of 63 species of birds, mammals, and reptiles in the wild, I'm directly quoting an article here.

Very weird of you to push the American button just because I disagree with you, I am in fact South Korean, and oh believe me outdoor cats are barely a thing here. Cats here are either firmly indoors or stray, save for very rare cases. Most cat owners (and people in general) live in the city and if they let their cats out, a variety of things could happen - such as their cats eating trash and getting sick, being hit by a car, or being killed (or worse, captured and tortured) by ill-meaning people (which has very well happened before).

+ Edit) Let's talk cruelty. What is more cruel, a cat being bored out of its skin, or the cat being flattened by a car, or countless small animals being torn apart and left to die? All of which is preventable with a few extra steps from the cat owner.

In my opinion, having cats (or any other pet) is a lot like raising children. Of course their needs should be paid attention to, but they themselves don't always know the best way to go about fulfilling those needs and it's your responsibility to keep them safe and happy at the same time. You can't let them do whatever they like all the time. AND, you are responsible for what your pets/children do.

#snake got an ask #anonymous #dni if you're an outdoor cat person /hj /srs

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bogleech · 11 months

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i dont really go to dr who or anything but i feel like your nazi/fascism allegory immediately falls through once you make whatever youre using "born like that", implying that everyone that is a nazi or everyone that is a facist was Born evil and therefore you dont have to worry about falling victim to nazi rhetoric because Youre not one of those evil bad guys and you dont have to worry about any of your friends or family being neo nazis because clearly theyre one of the good guys + you can easily tell who the bad guys are even though its. a far much more complex thing than that and youre going to run into someone that you think is a cool, chill person but it turns out theyre jsut really good at hiding their fascist beliefs.

Yeah, exactly, if a narrative wants me to think the alien invaders are actually morally despicable then they need to show me that they're capable of anything we would consider kindness or that not all of them are the same! If they hatch out of the queen slug's spores with an automatic instinct to find and eat babies then that can't really be considered any more good or evil than a cat's drive to eat birds. It's an unfortunate problem for other species but never works as an allegory for an ideological choice! One of the best subversions of this are the Orks in Warhammer 40,000, of all things. If I remember right, they were the result of an advanced species using biotechnology to create their own "warrior caste," deliberately "stupider" and driven by a lust for violence, so basically a sub-race created by eugenicists be expendable military slaves. How well that worked out for the civilization is obvious, but the setting never treats the Orks as necessarily good or evil but more of a chaotic force that has no idea what it's really doing at any given time. Conversely, the Yeerks in Animorphs were given a lot of complex, conflicting motivations that feel pretty human. I ultimately end up feeling bad for them as a whole because they're pitiful little slugs you can crush with one hand, and most of what they do is driven by a mix of fear and radical indoctrination. Their leader, however, pretty much is a space hitler who can be held completely accountable for the war as well for horrible things done to his own kind in order to enforce their obedience. And we do still get good-guy yeerks who rebel against that system!

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guardian5tiger3 · 1 year

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Paranormal / psychic read whatever comes out.

Groups

1 2

3 4

Group one

You guys seem to be respected by spirits or at least the ones that have the dignity to show the right beings respect. It seems like you guys are closed off to a lot of spiritual activity especially low vibing.you guys might subconsciously or even consciously somehow help spirits in conflict perhaps humans using advice from spirit.it seems like you guys aren't aware of what activity does take place surrounding you because you're used to it and it just seems normal. It might be more in the daytime too. I do see you guys helping lower vibing situations spirits and or people somehow someway. Something about snoopy and something about awareness. Maybe also something about ice cream.

Group two

You guys might be or have a history of fighting against lower vibing entities at night. Like most likely not that bad just random ghosts and stuff. This seems like it could manifest in tons of ways but I'm seeing for some it could be insomnia or general stress with seemingly no source. You guys might want some type of pretty lights and all around make your rooms and or homes a good vibe especially at night. I'm seeing some of you need sage or something to burn. The brighter you glow the less the negative stuff will show up and be around. I'm getting something about something in the background.

It might be a good idea to focus on your subconscious mind maybe you need background noise or decorations or lights in order to help your subconscious.

Group three

Looks like there are spirits helping you and trying to take part in controlling certain situations going on in the 3d plane of existence. Earth. Whatever you want to refer to it as ok.i see someone smiling so maybe that's significant somehow.im seeing you guys being sort of lifted up or protected somehow by an or multiple entities. I see this entity or the multiple of them view you as a child I want to say kind of like how cats do. To be honest I am getting something about aliens. I'm seeing some spirit or spirits or somebody like that trying to offer you something positive specifically when you're upset in some way so my advice is if you will just sit or lay back close your eyes and let your imagination take you wherever ok.

Group four

Ngl I'm getting something about a morgue. I'm seeing an elder and a youth that are related somehow or just similar. I also see kind of a dickish peer coming to try to take over or something. If you somehow know what I'm talking about then spirit is just confirming that they see this and they're acting accordingly. I keep getting a reference to the dynamic of ash and the kid Gary I think and professor oak. This could somehow be referencing the importance of perspective.

If you feel vulnerable or lonely somehow you should rely on spirit at this time. Is this group scared of ghosts btw? Like I used to be scared of ghosts but still was interested type of thing haha. Some are good some are bad, like people. You definitely have some good ones by your side. So no worries. You just have to have faith in them and lean on the good ones. Something about a pig like a pet pig for someone or some of you. Something about a statue of a woman figure for somebody. This could even actually be the statue of liberty or a lady with a torch similarly. Or a bell maybe. You guys need to learn to reject the negative entities then it won't be so scary ok.

☮️

#free tarot readings #pac reading #pick a card reading #pac #pac tarot #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot pac #tarot reading #pick a group #channeled message #channeled reading #pac tarot reading

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grox · 7 months

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I am curious as to how many people hate or at least dont give a shit aboutttt dogs cats puppies kittens bunnys whatever but pretend to cause its expected of them like sometimes I'll get a non-fish or bug or bird or horse or big cat animal video in my insta reels about an ugly ass dog or a cat drooling or a baby rabbit and check the comments and its full of people saying how cute it is and how much they love it and I just can't understand cause its insta reel comments and none of you are being racist or at least disingenuously pretending to want to abuse them in an exaggerated way but no nothing like one of y'all has to be lying. Please be lying. I don't understand. Well I hate animals and I don't say anything. Because I know better cause its insta comments and if I were to say anything it would come across as trying to get a rise out of people well I always speak my truth. So I don't say anything cause I know its rude but daaaaaaaaaaamn some of you pet shelters have GOT to give it up. And if you hate animals you have to pretend to love them irl or be entertained by videos and pictures of them like nobody tells you that sometimes someone will show you a random ass video of a pet that isnt even theirs- they have no reason to give a shit about it, neither do you, and theyll like smile and you'll just look at it straight faced cause you want to scowl or at least recoil but that's rude. And its a bad thing that you just don't care. And this is where I know I really got autism or at least a wrong or inverted way of thinking down to the brainstem cause every time I start reflecting on it I really do feel completely alien or like a horror movie psycho or an INTJ who owns an airfryer or that I'm an edgy tween but I'm really not they just don't do anything for me and I think they're gross and I don't attatch any extra value to their lives. And there are animals I do like so I don't know why the fuck I'm like this. Maybe I was sent to balance out the animal lovers who only like domestics.. Fuzzy mammals well I also don't give a shit about a lot of wild animals and farm animals like I'm not in love with them but they do hold my respect especially big ones. Less so the small ones I hate rodents. Some shit like an armadillo... Yeah. But I wouldnt watch a video of an armadillo for my entertainment. I'll watch a leopard video should it come by. I'll watch a dolphin or porpoise video.. Owl video. Snake video. Am I so wrong? Maybe I was sent to be someone who sucks

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Love your work, really encapsulates the various companions.

Love to see how the companions should react to a companion who either collects a bunch of prewar stuff or just gives them a bunch of little goofy gifts all the time.

Romanced or not, either is fine I think this works well for all of the companions.

(because some of us show effection like crows and give our friends and loved ones little stupid things that make us think of them.)

This was one of the first requests I got, which means it's been a while, so thank you for your patience 💕

Anyway more of my X6-88 is a grumpy, prickly little asshole propaganda

Companions and an Old World antiques collector/magpie person

Cait; always owned only what she could have on her person, so someone who just...has shit, seemingly because they found it shiny, is alien. Even more so once they start trying to share. That's when she freaked out. People don't give Cait shit unless they're looking for something in exchange. If ever convinced that no, this is a present with no strings attached, Cait is even more weirded out. Over time, will come to understand that this, like, a peace offering thing. Oh, alright, it's like cats bringing you mice. Got it. Might start returning the favor, so long as they're okay with small-scale stuff she can easily find.

Codsworth; Panic. Feels an obligation to take very good care of whatever they give him. Will make meticulous spaces for the gifts. Ends up basically playing Barbie with it all. Puts it on pillows, always dusts them, carefully arranges them in ways that he thinks would make the items happiest. Gets nervous if other people even look at their trinkets, or the gifts they've given him. It doesn't help that everything is an antique.

Curie; One of the companions who's doing the same thing. She's curious, she wants to see all there is of the world. Sometimes that means hoarding little baubles. Loves round and shiny things. Their collecting doesn't faze her, nor does the gifting; it's how many things they find. Curie has trinkets, but they...they have a treasure trove. Where are they finding this stuff? Legally, she hopes?

Danse; Doesn't mean to, but ends up treating them as, like...a bloodhound for historical items. Go, boy, go find a pre-historic flipphone from the 2000s! Danse himself is a tip-tappy puppy when bygone technology is involved. Getting presents though...different story. Unless it's tech, something for him to use, he's uncomfortable. Not extremely, like in any other situation where someone expresses affection towards him, but enough he recoils and blinks the first time.

Deacon; Whatever they give him is now a prop for the one-man comedy show that is Deacon Railroadagent. A magnifying glass, and he becomes Nick for awhile. A newspaper, he's complaining about election results and how the taxes are gonna go up. A stuffed animal—Oi, 'e's jus'a l'i'le stree' urch'n, mista, spar'a gohl' coin fah suppah? How could you enable him like this. How could you.

Gage; If you're not pawning it, why bother? Gage thinks like Cait, less is better, easier, not a waste of time and space. Sure, sometimes they scrap shit for parts, but not always. Sometimes they just put it around, decor or whatever. If given anything, 98% chance he is turning around and selling it. If he likes them, will slip it into their bag or personal living space. If very close, he'll keep the damn thing, just...don't ask where it is. Somewhere? Wherever it is, he didn't make caps off it. That's good enough, right...?

Hancock; Will keep precise inventory of their collections and point out if they do or don't have something, when they stumble on a potential new item. Has a surprisingly good idea for authenticity, the goods, as it were. You will never get swindled, buying an antique with Hancock. Sixth sense. It's weird. Why do you know what this one baseball pitcher's favored pen for autographs was? Keeps every present he's ever been given, will make a separate pile for the stuff they give him.

MacCready; Soul. Mates. Always trading shit. Always going off on their own for a certain item they know the other would love, only to run into each other at the exact same item. If they share a home, the only thing keeping it from being a thriftstore is the stickers. Mac is a magpie. He's a collector. He likes having things. Used to satisfy this interest with Hancock as a bro's night, but now. It's like watching penguins throw the same shiny rock at each other over and over.

Nick; doesn't mean to, but flirts hard-core. Got a thing for antiques, huh? You know vintage finery when you see it, don't you? Those hands of yours really know how to handle Old World treasures, don't they? Nick. Nick. Please. He doesn't notice. Will need to be told, hey, you sound really horny. Horrified. He's made those jokes to every mechanic that gave him a tune-up. People who had their hands inside him. This includes Danse.

Piper; Just let her read the newspapers they find, and she's a happy camper. Also not a collector kind of person, but a present is a present. Honestly, though, also on the side of "just sell it." Unless it's historically important, especially sentimental, or useful, the extra caps would be more practical. She's never going to say that, hell no, and she'll find them little trinkets to add to their collection, but internally, wonders if it's a coping mechanism or something.

Preston; Is uncapable of having things after Quincy, always paranoid about needing to be on the move again. Feels lingering dread around magpie types, now, privately considers them Chekov's Gun. Now, Preston understands this mostly irrational and pushes it down whenever he gets a little twitchy about it. Will even enjoy talking about their collection, especially if there's historical shit. But there's always a tiny little goblin voice whispering "this poor bastard"

X6-88; Why are you hoarding garbage? Are you making your own scrap yard? Wait, this is all to keep? All of it? Oh. So, why are you hoarding garbage? Just to have? So it is a scrap yard. It's a neverending cascade of increasingly judgemental questioning. Like when children get curious and are unintentionally Satan's Water Torture. Will try to aid them in their collection by giving them things he thinks they'd like, but is...literal garbage. Gets magnificently indignant if they decline. TRASH IS TRASH. WHATS WRONG WITH THIS TRASH?!

This situation would have even the most incompassionate Institute scientists consider that synths could be people with free will. Because they sure as shit didn't make him like this.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage #codsworth

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 7 months

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Skeleton is watching some TV shows about aliens when suddenly a random spaceship crashes in his backyard.

Undertale Sans - He comes out of the house eating pop corn, just watching as twenty aliens or so are making their way out of the spaceship. That's way more realistic than the TV. Finally good entertainment. He's taking pictures and then just... join the group of aliens and follow them around. They are so confused what he wants, but after a while they're just ignoring him, accepting some kind of weird skeleton adopted them or something. It gets even weirder when Sans befriends them and brings his 20 new alien friends to Toriel's space to have dinner and talk randomly about alien citizenship. Toriel scowls him and tells him he can't bring to her all the stray aliens he found outside. That's definitely happened before.

Undertale Papyrus - He rolls his nonexistant eyes and turns towards Sans windows. "YOUR STUPID PRANKS ARE GETTING OLD SANS! GET YOUR BUTT HERE AND CLEAN YOUR SCI-FI THINGY MESS THIS INSTANT!" Then Toriel calls him telling Sans is spending the evening with her. Uh. He gets even more angry. "ARE YOU PRANKING ME THROUGH TIME AGAIN SANS? STOP HIDING BEHIND GOAT MOTHER TO COVER YOUR MESS THIS INSTANT". He stays the fingers raised high in the sky, without an answer. URGH. He has to do EVERYTHING in this house! Sans is so confused when Papyrus waits for him behind the door and starts lecturing him about how his spaceship ruined his lawn.

Underswap Sans - OMG! He calls Alphys to see this and the two idiots they are gets so excited they repair it to make it functional again! Honey will have the surprise of his life when after two hours Blue calls him on his phone to tell him he will be late for dinner because he's stuck in space with Alphys. Honey doesn't even want to know.

Underswap Papyrus - The crash scared him so much he passed out. When he wakes up, he has his ankles and wrists tied, in his own kitchen, while aliens are emptying his fridge and analyzing random objects in his house. ... Yeah, he decides to pass out again to save himself.

Underfell Sans - Aliens or not they just ruined Edge's lawn and he's so pissed because Edge forced him to mow all afternoon and now Edge will get pissed and it's not even his fault! He's getting out of the house Karen mode to scream at the aliens to get their damn spaceship out of there or he's going to call the cops! The aliens are just blinking at him, confused what's even going on.

Underfell Papyrus - This is weird, and he doesn't like it. He's in front of his door, two bones in hands, growling like an enraged animal at whatever is coming out of the weird ship. None of these things is entering his home. He doesn't like it. The alien don't listen though, and they are way bigger than him. Desperate times, desperate measures. He opens the door to Doomfanger. His cat will destroy the hell out of them until they go back in their ship and leave in terror and confusion. Edge is going to serve her an entire salmon for dinner tonight.

Horrortale Sans - That spooked him bad, and he doesn't want to go see. But the cows are still outside and he's not letting aliens steal his cows. He runs outside on all four, picks the cows and runs back home with them. Willow is not pleased to find all the cows inside the house. He's not pleased either when Oak explains that's because of the aliens in the garden. Willow goes to see, and obviously, the aliens are gone. Oak is mad he doesn't believe him.

Horrortale Papyrus - The aliens can't walk two steps out of their ship before an angry Willow comes out of the house. "HOW DARE YOU CRASH IN MY CHICKEN PEN! LOOK AT THE MESS YOU DONE, ALL THE CHICKEN ARE OUT! YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO FIX EVERYTHING OR I'LL MAKE SURE THAT THING WON'T EVER FLY AGAIN!" The aliens laugh nervously at him. Willow picks the spaceship with one hand and smashes it in two on the floor. Don't mess with his farm or eat shit.

Swapfell Sans and Papyrus - Nox is screaming in terror, running around the house to block the door and the windows. Rus is on the couch, looking at him in disbelief. Nox assures him he won't let damn aliens lay eggs in his stomach! No alien is entering the house. Rus isn't sure how to tell him the back door is open and that's like the fifth time he's passed in front of three very confused aliens who are kinda scared of him. Hum. Maybe it's not important. His reaction is going to be priceless enough when he'll notice. He wonders if he has enough time to grab popcorn.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Urgh. He's so annoyed about this. It's way too late for an alien invasion. He opens the window, screams the alien better not make noise before tomorrow morning when he will come to kick their asses. He then closes the door again and goes to sleep. Surprisingly, the aliens obey????

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Hum. That looks scary. He's going back into his room and locks in his closet. That's a problem for his future self lol. Right now, he doesn't want to deal with that.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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rapid fire cybertronian headcannons go

I like to think that while cybertronians look and act mostly humanoid they also do some not human things that make humans go "oh yeah, alien"

for example i think that every couple thousand years cybertronians shed their armor like some sort of bug or shrimp to get rid of damaged plating and their repair nanites go into overdrive to build new ones. during that period bots will nibble on metal to get material. a shed can also trigger early if a bot gets regularly roughed up or if they changed alt-modes recently. this could lead to a potencial hilarious situation where there's no fighting for like a week sometime after bots and cons arrived on earth since both groups got new alt-modes which triggered a mass shedding and noone wants to fight while they're squishy and itchy. que human friend coming into the autobot base and while talking to their bot friend a piece of the bot's armor just falls off. so of course human freaks out because they think their friend is dying while the bot is confused and going like "why are you screaming i'm just shedding. wdym humans don't do that?" or mabye the human comes in during the everyone is mostly shed phase and going "why r yall nakey" either way that thay humans learn cybertronians are space shrimp.

another headcannon i have is that just chilling in places in alt-mode is the cybertronian equivalent of a cat loaf. cybertronians also purr by idling their engine (obviously) and keep the joints in their hands from going stiff by making biscuits.

cybertronian sight is primarily their sensors (like sharks) with optics being a secondary sight organ and mostly just provide aditional information so taking out a cybertronians optics would do nothing but take out their sensors and they're blind as a bat because of their poor eyesight. i also like how in tfp everyone has unique optics

they can also speak with their mouth closed or without moving it since a voicebox is more like a speaker than vocal cords. moving their mouth just helps with adjusting volume or making sound clearer.

OOoh i am a “transformers shed” believer. For maintenance, or because of age, or because of injuries, i think it has many factors...

I don’t think they’d be squishy underneath, though I think that they have some silicone components that jiggle, but having raw wires and circuitry revealed is already a pretty vulnerable state to be in. (tbh I am also very fond of the thought of cybertronians being able to just remove their armour and parts of their plating on a whim… it’s rare for them to do it, but i think it could be very intimate. I will stop before i delve into places we cannot delve in this week ok)

I am absolutely down for the “optics are only a secondary sensory organ” thing bc honestly i believe that too. I actually imagine that whatever you notice on a bot’s head first, chevron, horns, finials, etc. etc. are actually most sensitive to all kinds of input, like EM fields, vibrations, sound and even light, and i know it’s not canon but i like to imagine that depriving a bot of their horns/chevron/antenna blinds them more than taking out both their optics possibly could. Not to mention, they probably have “eyes” on different parts of their bodies, as in, they can register visual input with their headlight, their rearview mirror and side mirrors. Their optics are actually very weak and taking out their sensors renders them incapable of most things.

Now what i had never considered was transformers doing biscuits to keep their joints flexible. That means medics would have to do extra biscuits so that their joints are at their best. I am now thinking about Drift coming back to their habsuite after a long day on the bridge and Ratchet’s just dozing off after an equally long shift in the med-bay, kneading the pillows happily. I am obsessed. Drift probably joins in bc as a swordsman, he has to keep his hands flexible as well. And them they’re purring their engines bc they’re comfy… aaaaah okay that’s adorable

#tf hc's #transformers #texty #dratchet

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duckduckdove · 2 years

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Weird Human Shit: Neurodivergency Edition

Wow hey so I died for a while and came back with a totally different hyperfixation? Who'd'a thunk it.

I've seen a total of one (1) post about neurodivergency in humans and how aliens react to it, which is like well and fine, it was a good post, but I haven't seen any posts like "some humans chew things. like a lot. it's bad for their teeth but they feel violently compelled to. they don't drink from a cup, they need a rubber straw because the metal ones in space are "icky"." These won't all be about neurodivergency specifically, but I wanted to hop on the band wagon and have it on my mind so here we are.

-some humans talk a lot. like. a lot a lot. sure, most of them talk a lot compared to most alien species, but some of them get really into specific things for very short periods of time and then forget about them entirely for up to a few years before going "I wonder why I stopped thinking about that" and the cycle repeats. If your human starts talking and talking and talking and talking, it's not rude to ask them to slow down.

-Imagine being an alien and most humans expect you to and initiate eye contact when starting and god forbid HOLDING a conversation. You meet another human and think "here we go again", look at them, but they just. won't look at YOU. you worry you've done something wrong until they look at you for a second and go "You're staring, are you okay?" and you remember that human norms are non-existent and that the only consistent thing about humans is the inconsistency.

-Aliens on a ship with a (relatively) strict schedule, at least in terms of work hours. In space, days are irrelevant because, yk, ship, days are very different on different planets. A day on Venus is 5,800 hours. A day on Earth is 24. You get the picture. Human wakes up at random times during the "night" to do god knows what. they're not supposed to be out of the sleeping quarters at night, but honestly, the other crewmates are too afraid to stop them. Eventually, another alien is disturbed by the sound of singing from the bathroom. There's a human bathing in the middle of the night. WHY. are they AWAKE. they're not SUPPOSED TO BE. Go the fuck back to SLEEP.

-Humans will eat anything, right? Except for some humans. Some humans will only eat like... a few different meals. They are picky eaters. They don't like the texture of rice. They love mashed potatoes for some god awful reason. They drown everything in whatever liquid is appropriate to whatever they're eating (gravy for the aforementioned potatoes, ranch for chicken, you even saw a human with KETCHUP on their macaroni and cheese. you've only ever smelled ketchup but you know better than to expect anything less from a human by now) and will not eat it without that liquid. They only eat meals THEY prepare because the way it was made was Not Right. They didn't spread mayo on both buns. They didn't put cheese between the pickles and bun. This food is Inedible and I will Starve to Death before I eat it.

-Some humans make strange noises with their mouths. Talking could be considered a strange noise, to be fair, human language is always evolving, but sometimes the noises mean nothing at all. You're confused because it has to mean SOMETHING, they just don't want to tell you, but repeating the same sound over and over again is just. strange. they do it alone. they do it with a select few crewmates around. They won't tell you what it means. They eventually tell you they just LIKE making the sound, and you leave it at that.

-Humans are social creatures, they enjoy physical contact. What's sort of strange is that some humans will go out of their way to find fake body parts to hug (*cue boyfriend pillow infomercial*). What's even STRANGER is that they will find MADE UP CHARACTERS and print them onto a pillow. Why, you ask them? They're just lonely.

-A human that likes cats so much they sometimes slow blink at other crewmates. Nobody has asked why, but they sort of want to. Humans are just weird, they tell themselves.

-Some humans hurt other humans for fun, especially when they're young and have power over them. This is called "child abuse" and often leads to something called "emotional trauma" and results in even stranger, even more instinctual behaviors from humans, and sometimes even "personality disorders".

-Imagine being an alien and a human crewmate has BPD. You're just minding your own business and they storm in, stomp around the room, then storm back out. You ask what's wrong, they go "nothing im fine" and you just. what are you supposed to do?

It's literally 12:16 AM as I hit post, I hope these aren't totally ineligible lmfao

#humans are weird #space australia #neurodivergent

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quitealotofsodapop · 11 days

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I wanna introduce y'all to an oc/story concept I've had for a while now.

Oc created using the "Bright's Picrew Hell" since I am terrible at drawing.

Basically its a parody and deconstruction of an Isekai story - aka "character is teleported/reincarnated into another world" (for example KonoSuba, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Digimon etc.)

The main character of this idea is Sekai Ishida; a gloomy shut-in with cerebral palsy and spinal bifida who's dealing with having aged out of the foster system and finding supports for his disability. Sekai was minding his own business going to career training when;

Sekai, being physically disabled, is unable to climb out of the way of a speeding subway car when he stumbles (or was tripped) onto the tracks. He closes his eyes.

He awakens to find himself dumped through a portal to a magical fantasy world.

When the many gods greeting him in the space between worlds ask him if he wishes for a boon to bring with him into this new life; Sekai impulsively replies "Give me back my crutches."

Well shit now he's just some Japanese guy with severe mobility issues in a dnd-inspired medieval kingdom with no fighting experience or magical add-on. What's a guy to do?

Wormwood; an Aberrant demon looking for a host: "

Wormwood: "Hey you wanna-" Sekai, already fed-up: "Whatever, sure." (*shakes hand*) Wormwood: "Damn, ok. Didn't even need a sales pitch." Workwood: (*painfully merges into Sekai's body*) Wormwood: "...damn bitch, you live like this?" Sekai: "Yeah." Wormwood: "I can't even look into parts of your brain." Sekai: "Yeah those don't work." Wormwood: "Screw this, I'm finding another off-worlder for my plans." (*nothing happens*) Wormwood: "...why can't I leave?" Sekai: "HAH! You're trapped in here with me!" Wormwood, tentacles waving frantically: "I can't even move your legs!" Sekai, gestures to crutches, laughing manically: "Neither can I!" Wormwood: "You are evil."

So now Sekai has one thing going for him; an inky symbiote-esque demon thats trapped in his body that's pretty keen on keeping Sekai alive. For now.

Also, you know how the demon mentioned "off-worlders"?

Yeah. Sekai isn't the only one.

It's a frequent phenomena in the magical kingdom, to the point that there are new laws in place to deal with people that fall through.

Notably:

Report immediately to the King.

Surrender all technology and/or organics to the crown.

Any accompanying animals will be quarantined or destroyed.

If it looks like nothing fell out of a portal hole - no it didn't. Evacuate the area immediately.

Off-Worlders should avoid making deals with spirit and/or demons, as they are an untapped source of raw magical life force (Sekai: "Oops"), and can cause the world around them to glitch and break down since they're essentially aliens.

Its not always human either. Dogs, cats, birds, and trilobites frequently wander/fall in. Imagine the utter terror of villagers used to dragon when they see a saltwater crocodile for the first time.

It's not always humans or organic things that fall in though. Like in Digimon where a subway car or a fridge full of eggs would randomly glitch in.

The ultimate common denominator is people and things that have experienced "glitches in the matrix"-style disappearances and have just... disappeared back in their home time/dimension. Oh yeah, people from completely different cultures and universes can fall through too.

Sekai (and his tag-along wormwood) occassionally fall into other universes due to Wormwood's own research into interdimensional travel. It was the very reason he sought out a host - someone proven to be able to handle the trip. Sekai hates this. HATES THIS. Let him have junk food and video games again!

#ocs #sekai oc #wormwood oc #isekai story idea #rambling #me and multiple family members have physical disabilities so I wanted to see more people like that in isekai stories #at least half of us are neurodivergent too #sekai was born from a joke where the abberations from a dnd world would be more scared of some kid who fell out of another universe

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So you know it’s human instinct to help your neighbor. And canonically some species get annoyed because they interpret our desire to help as humans solving everyone’s problems for them to make them look bad. Even when that concept has basically been beaten out of us currently we’re still doing what we can to help the community or people who need it. We see people in trouble and we want to help, not to gain anything but because it’s the right thing to do.

A turian falls in the presidium lake, and turians are so physically dense that they sink, a gaggle of humans around all dive in after the turian to haul them out.

A quarians suit gets a rip and humans will rush them to the closest sterile area and help them patch it up.

A hanar becomes dehydrated and humans will sit there gently pouring water over them until help arrives to properly rehydrate them.

A random human ship, maybe a civilian ship, maybe the ship is a mailing ship. they hear a distress call out in the cosmos and despite having no armaments or defenses, the captain of the ship b-lines it for the call to help whoever they can.

Humans don’t like seeing people suffer. Even when we hesitate, even when we tell ourselves it’s not our business, that instinct is still there. We want to help them and it’s intimidating to the other species because everyone else is generally out for their own people.

I love this concept!

We've always been a community based species ever since we became hunters and gatherers. It is in our genes to be as helpful as we can. It gives us a sense of purpose and makes our brain release the reward hormones. That's why we love giving gifts to others, showing love in acts of service, or sharing compliments with whoever we can.

That's how we domesticated the dogs, cats, and even pigeons. We were so kind and helpful to them that they saw it in their benefit to form a symbiotic relationship with us. We have to prevent humans from feeding other wild animals or interacting with them just so we don't accidentally domesticate another whole wild race because we thought they could use some food and shelter.

We're empathetic by nature. We see someone in distress, and we understand how it must feel even if they're in a situation we can't relate to. We still understand the emotion. Our kids grow up thinking everything should be fair, and everyone deserves food and the best toys.

We still tell them our fairytales where goodness prevails, and people are always fair because even when we know, they'll grow up and be hit with the harsh indifference of life like we were. Because we hope, we hope that maybe just maybe they'll be better than us. Maybe they can make these fairytales a reality one day, that if we shove enough kindness and love into a child, then hopefully they'll grow up to be a kind adult who helps others.

Even our philosophies of morality always waters down to "treat others how you wish to be treated" we try our hardest each time to achieve a utopia with no suffering despite knowing humans are flawed by nature, much like an asymptote we always strive for a goal we may never reach yet we always try nonetheless. To care in the face of an uncaring universe, that is the human condition, our greatest strength and biggest weakness.

It will definitely be met with suspicion from other aliens at how helpful we can get at times, especially when we ask for nothing back. It will make them feel uneasy how fast integrated and adapted with the other species, even making space for them and accommodations amongst our own planets in case they visit.

Inviting out turian friends to visit our beaches on earth, making sure they're safe while we slowly guide them in the water. The nearby human lifeguard keeping a close eye on them and coming to the rescue the second the turian slips into deeper water and begins to sink.

Maybe a turian forgot to bring their lunch at work and all the humans nearby chip in with whatever pieces of food they can manage that are safe for turian consumption. Triple checking that they're not contaminated. Ever since that day, everyone in that office started taking turns bringing an extra lunchbox that's full of food both humans and turians can eat, seperate from their own lunch just in case the turian forgets theirs once more.

There is nothing humans hate more than eating while someone else in the room doesn't have food, we share our dinner with our pets just to make them feel included even if they already had their dinner a short while ago.

So a turian or quarian coworker not having something to eat during lunch will absolutely bring out the community instincts in the humans who will pool money and have someone run to the nearest store and bring them dextro food. Absolutely no one is allowed to be left without food.

The dehydrated hanar one is too adorable. Imagine you're in a trip with a group of people or maybe on a transport ship much like our current trains and a hanar faints because of their water levels getting dangerously low but there is no water source on board to take them to.

So all the humans give up their waterbottles and pool them together to give to the hanar. From the cute ones with stickers and charms to the sleek sporty ones with antibacterial lining and the everyday plastic waterbottles that are a little bit crinkled.

Every single one counts, everyone gives their own bottle. Some mother who apparently prepared for the trip beforehand comes in with 10 whole large water bottles that she was carrying just in case. Every human is fussing over the hanar and making sure they're well, the word gets spread around throughout the whole ship from one room to another and a steady stream of water bottles is being brought as every human who hears this immediately volunteers their own.

The adorable hanar waking up to be surrounded by a gaggle of concerned humans who are pouring water on its tentacles from a bright pink waterbottle with an anime charm.

Maybe the mass effect field of one of the hanars malfunctions, and they flop on the ground like a fish as their legs fail to lift them up, a couple of humans passing by stop and carry the hanar to the nearest hospital.

A drell struggling to breath and a human lends them their asthma inhaler, teaching them how to use it and telling them to keep it, they have a spare one afterall.

Maybe after curing the genophage, krogans find themselves struggling to fit in the parental roles. Especially the new fathers who never known what having a father is like before. They'd try their hardest to bond with their kids but find themselves absolutely clueless in certain areas.

I see humans helping the lost krogan in the baby diapers aisle to pick a brand, reassuring him that their human babies sometimes headbutt things too and giving him advice on which brand is the most comfortable and which might give them a rash so he should avoid.

Humans sharing their own lullabies and children TV shows with the krogans who didn't have the time to make any until now and they need something fast for their kids while they're building their society but the asari shows are too asari centered and the salarian ones feel insulting.

So they find the human kids shows which to their surprise, features so many nonhumans! Especially earth animals like sharks, dinosaurs and lions which quickly become a favourite amongst all krogan children. They also learn how destructive and a bit psychopathic the human children can be, and how it is just a normal phase every human goes through and feel a since of kinship with the humans. Too bad their adults outgrow that phase huh?

It's confusing to other species who aren't used to receiving kindness out of pure kindness. It's especially confusing when the humans themselves start protests and petitions against their own human government to lift the laws banning turians from visiting Earth, or the heavy mistreatment of them because of the war.

It is especially baffling when humans are ready to defend any cause they believe in, even if it doesn't involve their own kind. The Krogans are fighting for the right to get two new planets to house their new population while Tuchanka recovers? Count the humans in, we are ready to go defend them in the galactic court and everything, we will give them our best lawyers because they deserve compensation for the unfairness they suffered.

The vorcha are struggling to conduct a proper case against the asari who enslaved them because of their 20 years lifespan and the asari lawyers who keep stalling? Fuck you the humans will get involved

We will fight and pressure the asari government to negotiate with them or we will be bringing this up in the galactic court since with the humans involved, it became a council matter and not just an asari inside problem.

We are stuffing our nose in wherever we could fit it, standing in between every fight and choosing our own morale stand. Defending and helping who we deem right while condeming the unfairness.

It can range anything from one human helping an elcor pick something they dropped to whole arranged protests and petitions for other's rights.

Imagine the humans congratulating the krogans on the cure by sending them baby blankets and cute krogan shaped plush dolls they custom-made. Giving them all the baby supplies their charities could spare and sending human relief programs to start daycares and babysit the krogan kids while their parents work together on building their society.

And those humans have their own kids and bring them to the daycare with the krogans. The two species having their offspring become best friends for a moment in history as the krogan rebuilt and the humans stood at their back.

The drell who get curious about the natural deserts on earth, it quickly becomes a huge attraction for them because of how much it resembled their homeplanet. The humans quickly welcoming them and making accommodations for them and any hanar they may bring on these trips.

#☆krogans #☆humans #☆salarians #☆drell #☆hanar #☆turians #☆fluff

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