What If A Human's Singing Voice Is Highly Dangerous To Other Intelligent Alien Species? What If We're

AAAAAAAH ITS SO CUTE!! Thank you for blessing my eyes with this!

For the 150 words can you do something with Jimmy spending time with Tom and Hermes? The last one was super cute!

"Pa, why me and Hermes look not the same?" Tom tugged on Jimmy's sleeve. Next to him, Hermes also stared up at Jimmy with wide eyes.

"Oh," Jimmy blinked. This was not a conversation that he thought he was going to be having, without either Joel or Sausage present.

"Yeah, Pa. Why are we so different?"

"Well, Hermes you remember how you asked if I could be your Pa too?"

Hermes nodded.

"You both started with two Dads, then got a bonus one. You both started with your Daddy, but Hermes had Papi and Tom had me," Jimmy tried to explain.

Hermes face scrunched up. "So I don't look like you?"

"No, you don't."

"Can I though?"

Jimmy thought a bit before pinning a spare Deputy's badge to Hermes' shirt, "Here, now people will know you're with me."

Hermes grinned and hugged Jimmy, Tom joining in on the hug.

tired of seeing people saying that the Jedi Council was to blame for pretty much everything in the prequels and people defending the Jedi having to put a little disclaimer at the beginning of their posts like ‘yes the Jedi were flawed/weren’t perfect, but—’ because some people don’t get that’s the whole concept of humanity so now I’m going to say that the Order WAS perfect actually. flawless. the Council has never done anything wrong ever. blameless and irreproachable. precious angels all of them. I hope these words make someone extremely mad

ONE of the most important rules of the Galactic Federation concerns humanity. If a human ever says “Hold my beer”, either stop them, or run.

An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it

The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.

But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.

One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.

"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.

The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"

A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.

Two can play at that game.

Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.

"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."

They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.

"Is that... Cinnamon?"

"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."

A hesitation. "Do you like it?"

The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.

"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.

"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."

The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.

"For that one? It's worth it."

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.

How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?

Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.

I love the trope where Fox casually mentions something horrible the Coruscant Guards are subjected too, because to him it’s just routine, and all the other commanders go “wtf vod that’s not normal, how long has this been going on?”, but I can’t stop thinking about the other way around.

Like they mention something about how long their shifts are, how much they get to eat, or how they get bed rest and medicine when they’re injured, and Fox just goes “Wait, you guys are getting 7 hours of sleep? You’re not half-starving all the time? You don’t have to go back on duty when you’re hurt and you get decent healthcare?”

Cody mentions how General Kenobi will drag his ass to his quarters if he overworks himself, Wolffe tells about that time Plo Koon brought pastries for his whole batallion, Rex sighs about the battles he’s missed because General Skywalker basically gave Kix full authority over the troops when they’re hurt/sick, and Fox is staring at them like “You’re kidding me, right? This has to be some elaborate prank you made up, because our superiors would never treat clones that well. Come on you can stop, I won’t fall for something so obvious.”

His brothers get concerned fast.

“The lightsaber tells the galaxy that the Jedi are not destroyers. We are protectors.”

Star Wars #25 

It was a ship wide rule to never interrupt human’s movie night. It was a quiet and safe group activity to strengthen their pack bond, and it was normally a movie that other species couldn’t understand. I knew this rule, but curiosity got the better of me.

After watching the entire movie with the humans, I went to the ship’s biologist. He allowed me inside.

“What troubles you Cannan?” Ghro asked.

“I joined the humans’ movie night. I had always heard their movies were more, fantastical. The feats were certainly impossible, but there appeared to be no discernible story. The humans seemed very intense while watching, so I know I must be missing context.”

Ghro nodded. “Many human movies require specific context to understand. Tell me, what is the name of the movie and I will research it for you.”

“They called it Olympic.”

Ghro paused. “Cannan, this is very important, did they call it only by Olympic or was there something else?”

“The Olympic maybe. Does that matter?” I asked.

Ghro nodded, and pressed a button to page a medic.

“You’re scaring me,” I said, glancing instinctively towards an exit.

“What you saw was not a fictional movie. You were watching The Olympics, a quadrennial competition of human athletes all attempting to best previous human limits.”

I laughed. “No, of course not. One human ran 100 minsecs in 8.97 seconds. You can’t possibly expect me to be so foolish as to believe you.”

Ghro said nothing. I frowned.

“This isn’t funny Ghro.”

“I’m not joking.”

I stood up, aggravated. “I know humans are absurd but they aren’t super beings. They have limits. Humans are meant for land and climbing, so the female who swam faster than a frullo is not real.”

Ghro said nothing again. I shook my head.

“Take it back! It’s not real! Humans cannot lift as much as a Helvsparr! Four arms are stronger than two!”

Ghro glanced at the page indicator. He wouldn’t tell me the truth. I felt anxiety rise. I grabbed my arms.

“Humans aren’t capable of that. They just aren’t. Their bodies can’t handle it.” I insisted.

“Those humans in the Olympics train their entire lives to reach these limits and push past them. You are not the first to fail to understand how their body allows this. Many scientists have been retired because their minds could not grasp the lunacy of human biostats.”

I had to know. I had to know. I turned and ran.

-

I knew Cannan was not prepared for the truth. Unfortunately his species, Faetatia, can identify lies with frightening accuracy. I had no choice but to give him the truth.

He could not handle the truth, and so his instinct to run kicked in. I got up and followed him, keeping a safe distance. I also alerted the medics to find us in the halls.

I found Cannan gripping a human, Mario, and screeching for the truth. Mario looked concerned and unsure.

Medics came and used a gas to render Cannan unconscious and carted him away. He would undergo testing to be sure his mental functions were still well and then reassigned to a ship without humans.

“Ghro, what happened?” Mario asked.

“Cannan watched the Olympics and could not believe that humans are capable of such things.”

“Oh. You told him those were extreme cases right? Not every human is like that?” Mario asked.

“I could not, because every human has the potential. That thought frightens many, too many.”

“I guess the Olympics are gonna be banned on ship wide movie nights then, huh?” Mario asked.

“I’m not sure. They do just as good a job of pacifying humans as they do frightening other species, so it is the Captains call.”

Canon, give me the forbidden fun Jedi anecdotes-

I quite genuinely don't remember if I've sent this before so if I have deal free to delete

Vampire Sausage, Dragon Fwhip, Elf/Demigod Scott and Siren Jimmy

Scott is the only one Sausage can regularly feed on because he's the most human, siren blood makes vampires like they're on something/hj and dragon blood is very bitter

All of them are Fwhip's hoard and he likes to cover them is redstone because shinys!! One time another dragon hybrid noble flirted with Jimmy and Fwhip may have almost burned down the tavern but it's fine!

I'm basing Scott after how gods work in The Kane Chronicles because I can. So Aeor can float in Scott's head but mostly leaves him alone. This leads to moments where Jimmy has to be held back from fighting the god that lives in his boyfriend's head. Scott wraps his wings around the others to help them warm up when it's snowy

Jimmy's voice is rather weak for a siren (because he got shot in the throat and died in 3rd life lol) but still very powerful. He can't force you to do anything that your 100% against like murder but if you've genuinely considered it he can shift how much your willing to do it. Sirens are more protective of areas then objects like dragons are. It's more of a get of my territory then get away from my horad.

I still find this true but also fun because of afterlife origins. Fwhip dragon canon!