“Humans Are Such A Pathetic Little Thing”, The Ambassador Of Elriene Said, On Her All-mighty, Echoing

Alien oc based off worm on a string

No but seriously, their capacious fur have me flinged to oblivion itself

It will soon be 25 hours in a day because the moon is slowly getting farther and farther away from earth

Humans are Weird: Burnout

I didn’t know how best to phrase this, and I definitely didn’t write this with the express purpose to romanticize mental health issues; this is just my own experience with the thing

tw: burnout

On Earth, it would be a Friday.

If Nora was back home, it would be 6:22 PM.

She sat back down at her desk, stretching.

-x-

Vullox was conducting their regular End Of Week check-in. They stopped outside Nora’s door.

Inside was silent, but that was regular for this human. She had called herself a “homebody” once, they had remembered. They opened the door.

Now that Vullox was inside, they could hear a faint scratching noise. Human-Nora, they saw, was at the desk. They called to her.

No response.

Vullox made it halfway through the room when they slowed to a confused stop.

Nora was slumped at the desk, her head resting on the wood, her red pen scratching against the journal.

Vullox wondered briefly how Human-Nora could even be writing at all without being able to see the page. They came closer, almost hesitantly.

Nora’s eyes did not so much as move. They were half-open, staring blankly at a point near the door. Her breaths made a few strands of her black hair quiver over her mouth, but she did not notice - or she did not care. Her entire body was completely still—except her hand.

(There was a human word for this they had read somewhere - something relating to felines, Vullox thought.)

A mounting dread growing in them, they looked at the page.

Things that I do just to take stock because I’m so

freAKING

DEAD

grad school full time

WORKING full time

dealt with a nice guy I think??

Idk, I’m just sick of him at this point

blocked him yeah he got annoying I can’t express it

Reeling I guess from it

ESSAYS????!!!! WHY

WORKING

WAKING UP EARLY

LIKE EVERY FREAKING DAY I

DON’T

WANT IT

GOING THRU MY ESSAY OUTL

Here the words stopped, and Vullox looked at the pen.

They stepped back. Tried calling her name again, but the word seemed to die out. Their scales bristled and stuck out on all edges - the feelings of confusion and dread.

Human-Nora didn’t need to look at what she was writing. But it wasn’t muscle memory, as Human-Dalton had explained to them.

No, it was simply the fact that Human-Nora wasn’t writing anything at all.

The red pen moved up and down the page in short, irregular lines—sometimes dragging, sometimes in a quick burst. Occasionally, she would lift up the pen and tap at the page, before resuming. The page seemed to sink in on the most numerous of the red lines, so dense was the ink there. It was some strange, unknown language - or just no language at all.

Very suddenly, Vullox remembered the human word they were searching for as they stared at the pen, as they stared at her unblinking eyes and slumped form.

Catatonic.

Scales rustling, they walked quickly out of the room and to the one on its left.

-x-

Human-Sascha flung open the door in response to Vullox’s frantic calling. “What.”

She sounded so thoroughly annoyed that Vullox briefly reconsidered asking her for help.

“It is Human-Nora,” they responded quickly. “I went to go to her room for her check-in - I think there is—something—something wrong with her.” Vullox’s scales rustled and clicked constantly, a sign of fear on their home planet Vulmien.

“Is she alright?” Sascha asked as she shut the door behind her. Her voice was no longer annoyed - rather, it held a considerable amount of urgency.

She stepped through Nora’s open door and stopped for a few seconds. Nora was still at her desk, eyes glassy and pen scratching lifelessly. Vullox now could absorb the sight in full, and it rooted them to the spot.

Slowly Sascha made her way over to the desk and laid a hand on Nora’s back. She surveyed the writing in the journal and gently began rubbing Nora’s back, murmuring words that Vullox’s translator could just barely pick up:

“What makes you think you can’t do it?”

She murmured this a few times over, each with a pause between the sentence, each with some variation — as if she was having a conversation with Human-Nora’s brain.

The pen scratched on, still in the same irregular rhythm. Nora lay still, breathing through her mouth. The few strands of hair that lay in front of her mouth quivered with a severe regularity that (strangely) unsettled Vollux even though they knew normal human breathing patterns were set to a tempo.

The pen slowed—at least, there seemed to be more pauses between the lines and taps Human-Nora was creating.

Slowly, the pen grinded to a halt, wobbling on its tip. A few more taps.

The pen fell onto the messy page with Nora’s hand covering it. Her eyes closed and opened, and she blinked a few times. She stirred slightly, her back shifting. Her breathing grew deeper, inhales sharper, almost as if it itself was sentient.

Vullox reflected that it was rather like... watching someone coming back to life.

It took even more time for her to push herself up into a normal sitting position. She leaned into Sascha’s arms, sniffled, and a guttural sound escaped her, quite unlike her regular voice.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Vullox was struck by how much like a child she sounded - a child apologizing to their mother.

“You’re alright,” Sascha murmured into the girl’s hair. “You’re back here now.”

Nora sniffled again. “I don’t wanna… do complex thinking.” She brought a hand up to her face and wiped something on her jeans; she had been crying while in her previous state.

She continued, still in the same child-like tone. “I just wanna… be a cat… and think of cat things… all the time…”

Sascha hid a smile, patting Nora’s arm rhythmically. “Which cat would you like to be?”

“A really fluffy one. Like that Minuet cat, with the fluffy tail.” Nora’s mouth twitched a little. “I’m not even… a cat person. I like dogs. Small dogs.”

“Come.” Sascha wrapped an arm around Nora and led her to the bed. “Come. Rest now. You’ve done a lot for the day.”

Nora curled into herself, beneath the blue blankets, until all that was visible of her were messy tufts of hair sticking up onto the pillow.

Vullox watched Human-Sascha swipe through Human-Nora’s phone and set it down on the little table near the bed just as a man’s voice began to speak from it:

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much…”

-x-

Sascha led a highly-confused Vullox out of Nora’s room and gently shut the door behind her.

“She put too much on herself,” she said quietly. “She’s suffering from burnout, so I put her to sleep with some Harry Potter. It’s always been comforting to her whenever she was sick, so I figured this would call for that.”

“But - what is - what about the… red markings in her journal?”

Sascha nodded. “She was initially trying to take stock of everything—trying to see what she had to do so she wouldn’t go on worrying for longer than she needs to. I guess… it turned into a vent, and then it got too much for her. So she just broke down.”

“So… this - this burnout… it does this to her? This strong of a reaction? She seemed quite… catatonic when I first found her.”

Sascha sighed. “This time was particularly strong. But other times she just vents it in her journal, or to someone. She’s not too confident in herself either, so those words that I kept repeating seem to help her.”

There was a pause.

“Thank you. For calling me.” Sascha's eyebrows were drawn with worry, but they cleared quickly.

There were good reasons, Vullox knew, that the two friends had requested to be put next to each other on the ship.

This had to be the strongest one yet.

I love your works but do you kind putting an eyestrain warning on ur rainbow posts ;_; it's ok if not, I don't mind.. I just don't want to have to block you for it since I like ur writings

Sure, but how do i do that? Should i write on the top "EYESTRAIN" or is it better to put a picture saying that, and then the rainbow text at the bottom?

Also i got 2 posts that contain the rainbow texts, so if you could reply to the one u were talking about, then i would help a lot :)

Also it might help, but if you go to settings-account settings, and click on the color palette, you can choose what mode u want

Maybe the dark mode will help?

There's a frequency of sound that's used in horror movies to instill fear within humans based on some form of primal part of our brain that helps detect earthquakes I think?

What if there's an alien who speaks/makes sounds on that frequency or simply just creates it? The nicest alien on the ship and humans just get so uneasy around them because of this, but don't really know why.

Shouts out to the folks getting misgendered during the holidays, and to all the folks who have to listen to their family’s spout homophobic and transphobic shit. I love you. Remember the bathroom is a great place to take a five minute break and no one will question you. I’m thinkin about you and I hope the holidays aren’t too stressful and you have some peace. I see you.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 💙💗🤍💗💙

If this post gets 100 notes i will tell my crush i love her

I drew zorugg, my favourite oc :)))

She also have a boyfriend that's called Dexan

They're in a platonic relationship :)))

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Humans are Weird: The Big Shiver™️

“…dude, it was so stupid - he was so overconfident that he advanced his marshal next—the biggest piece!—and it hit a bomb! It was just—gone! He barely made a dent in the enemy ranks.”

“What the hell? Wasn’t he winning?”

The reply came quickly, in between giggles - “Yeah, but after that happened—he just got up and sat on the couch and just went completely silent, he was so shocked. The other guy went nuts!”

A shout of laughter followed from both the girls as they rounded the corner of the hallway leading to the center of the spaceship, where humans and aliens alike were working or mingling.

The girls parted - Nora to the sleeping quarters, Mags to the mess hall.

Nora ran into Vulkith along the way down another hall. “Hey, man.”

“Hello, Human-Nora. I was wondering if I might ask you about the report on the ship’s recent departure from the Earth port. There seems to have been a spike in one of the tables that is affecting the rest of the data.”

“Well, we’re still in orbit. What’s the sp—”

She stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, then as Vulkith looked back at her, metal plates clinking in confusion, she walked backwards a few steps, stopping about a meter away from xer.

“Human-Nora, what are you—”

Xe saw her bare her teeth so wide it looked almost like a snarl (except her nostrils weren’t flared, xe noted), quickly take off her shoes, and kick them to the side.

She let out a quick, breathy laugh. If Vulkith wasn’t on edge before, xe certainly was now.

And then, so quickly that xe almost couldn’t believe it even happened in the first place — Nora’s body shook violently, trembling from her shoulders and ending with rotating her neck slowly in a few circles. She let out a puff of air in a quiet “ooh”, flinging her head back, rubbing her arms and letting out an expression of gratitude.

And then, normally, she put on her shoes and walked back up to where Vulkith was standing, rooted to the spot.

“There was a warm spot there. Are we getting closer to the sun?”

Xe could not for the life of xer make out the changing expression on her face: wrinkled eyebrows and a downturned mouth first, and then instantly wide eyes and bared teeth and rounder features.

“Er… well—yes, we are—could you explain… what that was?”

“Oh, I’ve been feeling cold on the ship ever since we entered the dark side of the Earth’s orbit. It’s mostly been an annoyance, but I’ve gotten used to it.”

The pair started walking again, Vulkith a little hesitantly lest the human stop suddenly and walk backwards into xer.

“I don’t know if other people experience this, but when I’ve felt cold for a long time, and then I find a patch of sunlight back in my house, I’d just stop and feel the warmth on my feet. I’d give off this big shiver that sort of… lets the cold feeling… fall away from my body? After that I feel a lot warmer. It’s really nice.”

She was baring her teeth again, Vulkith noticed, and her eyes squinted—signs of a genuine smile.

“So… humans have normal shivering when cold, and then they have… this?”

“I told you. I don’t know if anyone else—any other human—does this. Maybe it’s just because I grew up in a cold-ish climate? I don’t know. But yeah, there’s normal shivering—which, I don’t really shiver so much as I want to curl in on myself when it’s cold, rubbing my arms and such—to preserve body heat—but… yeah. Basically what you said.”

The two walked together toward the sleeping quarters, Vulkith still trying to process this new information. Xe certainly hadn’t read this in the Human Manual before… and it had gone through so many revisions and rewrites that one more couldn’t possibly hurt…