I Come With Gifts Of A First Kiss Kalluzeb Comic

What if a human's singing voice is highly dangerous to other intelligent alien species? What if we're the sirens of space, and aliens can't resist our "heavenly" voices?

Tundi sees Jesse: omg you’re here you’re here I’ve missed… I mean… hi. (they hug and cry and all is good)

Pup, sees Thunder: you’re here you came you… stop fussing I’m fine. (Lots of hugs and deep convos and Bumble trying to trip Thunder)

Fox sees his batch: you… came? You’re here? You… you care? (confusion and a little bit of venting then immediate forgiveness and hugs)

Stone, seeing his batchmates: you know what you did… (Boulder does not know but he plans on working it out so he can get his brother back)

Hound, dancing: my batch died 3 whole years ago, doo dah doo dah, but they loved me when they died, do-da-do-da-day

projecting my thoughts onto my current hyperfixation don't mind me🫠😗( "house song" by searows on tt got me in the mood)

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

For the humans are weird thing. What would aliens think about humans going diving for fun

Ohhh my god, they would think it’s not only wild but horrifying.

The first time we explain the usage of oxygen tanks to them, they’re like “oh neat! That’s very smart, humans, it’ll help you catch food-”

But then we explain how no, its not to help us catch food. Its so we can swim with sharks. And the aliens are just like…you’re joking right?

So we explain scuba diving in order to admire the beauty of the ocean and honestly, just to chill. And they’re just horrified for us, that we risk drowning just to swim with fish?? But then we tell them about cage diving and they just. lose their fucking minds.

Not only are we underwater with nothing but a tank of oxygen that could rupture at any point but we’re also surrounding ourselves with apex predators, locking ourselves in a cage so there’s no easy way to escape. And if the cage detaches from the boat? Well then you’re done for. 

And we do this? for fun!?

We risk hearing damage and sickness due to the pressure of the ocean just because we want to see how far down we can get? We risk attacks from ocean predators because we want to swim with them!? They’ve seen what Great White Sharks do to seals! They watched Planet Earth! And all we have to protect us is a flimsy cage which we KNOW they’re powerful enough to break.

And the fact that we’re always trying to go deeper and deeper just to see whats there baffles them. No one can really get a straight answer out of humans as to why we do this. Usually the only thing we have to say about it is “well, just because.”

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So, this entire issue was really cute–Obi-Wan’s feral mountain man beard and mullet aside–because the reveal at the end of the story is that Obi-Wan let the thief steal the paperweight from him so that they could track her back to her lair and stop her from stealing from Dex’s customers.  And the lesson that Milo Graf is telling is that, “Nine times out of ten, you’re not as clever as you think you are.” I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. I love Obi-Wan and Dex’s friendship!  I love that Obi-Wan apparently heard a plot to teach someone a lesson about how they weren’t as clever as they thought they were, and having had like ten years of experience of teaching that lesson, was like, “Oh, yes, teaching obnoxious little shits that they’re not as clever as they think they are is my speciality.” and was 100% onboard for this. I love that he had to know the thief would steal from him because he was a Jedi, so he just sat himself down and plunked down a paperweight next to him, because nobody in this galaxy apparently understands fuck all about the Jedi, like, no, it’s just a normal paperweight not some mysterious object, no, I didn’t use my space wizard psychic powers to find you, I used a normal tracking device, like, yes, give me alllll the weird vaguely eldritch Jedi and all the “………..no, I used a space Uber to get here, I didn’t fly here with my space wizard powers.” moments where, two seconds later, they just turn around to stare into the middle distance and get this unfathomable look on their face so you never know if they’re normal or not, like, HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE??? (Dex just laughs and shrugs, eh, they’re weird a lot of the time, but pretty all right people, you just gotta roll with that stuff.) AND BOOOYYYY DO I LOVE OBI-WAN’S FACE. HE IS SO DELIGHTED TO GET TO TEACH SOMEONE A LESSON. HE BEAT HER TO HER PLACE AFTER PRETENDING SHE GOT AWAY AND WAITED (LURKED) IN HER LAIR AND HID HIMSELF IN THE SHADOWS JUST SO HE COULD DO A DRAMATIC REVEAL AND HE IS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE. OBI-WAN KENOBI:  GLEEFULLY DRAMATIC BASTARD WHOM I LOVE

Humans are weird: Their own worst enemy

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps) Taken from memoir of Levire Gaston

“When my people first made contact with humanity I must speak truthfully and admit I did not think much of them.

Their bodies were not but soft flesh and brittle bones and their egos were even more fragile. They were quick to anger, lacking in the nuances of conversation, and seemed to prefer the direct approach in all matters as if it was something to be proud of.

I had spoken out against allying ourselves with them as I saw little to gain from such an agreement but my government thought it would be better and aligned ourselves with the pink skins.

The day I went alongside them to war is one I still remember as clear as day after more than two centuries.

It is truly an astonishing sight to watch a professional human warrior go about their work. All their brashness, all their stubbornness, all their childish habits are turned off with the flick of a switch and they became the monsters the universe seems to now label them as.

Their efficiency was matched only by their ruthlessness as they laid waste to our enemies. I watched a platoon of them charge across open ground while under heavy fire with only one surviving to reach the other side; what’s more rather than retreat the soldier continued the mission and destroyed the enemy emplacement even as their life’s blood ran out of their wounds like rivers of anguish and pain.

I had expected the soldier to expire from their sustained damage or retreat back to the safety of the rear lines to recover, yet they merely bandaged themselves with a small medkit and cauterized their more severe wounds over a nearby flame before continuing on.

After the battle I sought out that human soldier and over time we became close friends. Despite the many wars we fought together over the years to come I had never saw them lose focus or cower in the face of overwhelming odds. Truly they were a beacon of what all who carry arms should strive to.

Even after we exited military service we remained close friends and we corresponded frequently with each other. On several occasions we even met each other’s families, our bond of brotherhood remaining strong as ever.

One year I remember inviting them to a hunting trip on my homeworld for a relaxing getaway. The forests of the Great Chasm were rich and vibrant with all manner of life and we collected many a trophy. Yet so fervent had we been in the hunt that we had lost track of time and found nightfall surrounding us while we still lay miles from the nearest vestiges of civilization.

My friend insisted they we hurry back and leave but I told him that these woods warped perspective at night and we would become lost in the branches. They continued to say if they dropped their trophies and just left now we could make it, but I merely laughed and began setting up camp for the night.

As night finally consumed us we sat around the fire and shared a drink from my personal container. They seemed to need it more that night as I noticed their eyes never seemed to rest on a single spot for long and when he stretched his back he was actually using it as an excuse to look behind him. Something was clearly bothering them, but when I asked they merely laughed and evaded the question.

We sat by the fire for two hours before I went to sleep while they continued to stoke the fire and keep their eyes focused on the darkness.

I’m not sure how long I was asleep for when I was woken by the sounds of gunfire. I threw my blanket off and raised my own weapon that had been by my side. What I saw as my eyes blinked into focus was something I had not witnessed in all my life.

My friend, survivor of a hundred battles and a dozen wars, was whimpering and sobbing like a new born babe while firing blindly into the night.

I called out to them and demanded to know what they were firing at but their response was mumbled and distorted.

“It’s out there.”

That was one of the few things I could understand from my friend.

“It’s out there and it wants me.”

When I tried to ask who was out there I heard a night comoko bird howl and my friend spun on their heels and fired wildly. I dove for cover as they continued firing erratically, chunks of wood and stone flying like a blizzard as the bullets tore through them.

I heard a distinct clicking sound and knew they had run out of ammunition. As soon as I heard the magazine being ejected I rolled out and tackled my friend to the ground.

“Get a hold of yourself!” I remember shouting over and over as they struggled in my grasp.

I got a glimpse of their face in the moon light and it was like nothing I had seen before.

There was nothing there but pure fear.

It smothered him so deeply in its embrace that they had lost all reason and logic and only wished to survive from this unseen horror.

When they reached for their knife I knew I had no choice and punched them square across the jaw so hard they blacked out till next morning.

They did not speak a word to me the next morning when they did wake up, nor on the trek back to where we had left our vehicle to return home. Only during the ride back did they speak of what happened, and then we swore never to speak of it again.

While I was nestled in the comfort of slumber my friend was awake in the dark, and in that dark place his mind began to wonder; their mind becoming ever more warped and strung with each passing minute.

Every creek of wood became an unseen voice, every rustle of leaves a growl of an unknown monster, every animal call in the night the herald of a nightmare coming to slay him.

I had hunted many years in those woods with my father and not once had I felt the things they described to me. I told them this and said that everything they heard was natural for the forest, but they just shook their head and sighed.

“The mind hears what it wants to hear.” They said to me.

After they left to return to their own family I did some research on what they said and found to my horror that they were not entirely wrong.

The human capacity for imagination was well known, but what was seemingly overlooked was that humans lacked the ability to turn it off. Their minds could jump from thought to though faster than they could even breathe and what had started as the whimpers of a small rodent had led to my friends mind believing it was hearing the cackles of a nightmarish creature from beyond.

Their very mind had created the fear that drove them to madness.“

Get some sleep you workaholics

Reblog to shake your blorbo violently.

Anakin: I have a plan!

Feemor: No, we're not going to explode anything.

Anakin: I don't have a plan.

Xanatos: Well, I do have one.

Feemor: No, we're not going to kill people.

Xanatos: Man, you have to consider it!

Obi-Wan: *raises his hand*

Feemor: Sure, tell us, dear. We're listening.

Anakin and Xanatos: Injustice!

Myles/Jango Incorrect quotes

From here

playing twister

Silas:Right hand red.

Myles: ends up on top of Jango

Jango: ...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Silas: I stopped spinning 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice

More under the cut

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Jaster: Hey, do any of you know how to pick a lock?

Jango: Myles does.

Jaster: .... Myles.

Jango: Yeah, they’re pretty good with poisons and explosives too actually. Apparently they had a rebellious phase*.

Jaster: .... That is terrifying information, thank you.

*unless we think about the spy au lol

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Myles: I turned out perfectly fine!

Jango: Myles, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Myles: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Myles: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Jango: Three words.

Myles:

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Jango about the million clone kids they have: You love me, right, Myles?

Myles: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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Myles: This is such a bad idea.

Jango: Then why are you coming along?

Myles: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Jango: Can you keep a secret?

Myles: Do you know anything about my life?

Jango: No I do not. Good point.

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Myles, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!

Jango: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar.

Jango: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!

Myles, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

Jango: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!

Jango: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND

Myles, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

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Myles: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Myles: i’m going to get worse on purpose

Myles: i became more evil if you’re curious

Jango: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

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Myles: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Jango: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

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This works with both I think, depends on the situation

Myles: Okay, truth or dare?

Jango: Truth

Jango: ...Dare

Myles: How many hours have you slept this week?

Jango:

Myles: Go to bed.

Jango: I don’t like this game.

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Death Watch raised Myles: So are we flirting right now?

Jango: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU

Myles: That doesn’t answer my question

I feel like this also fits the other way around if Jango ended up head over heals with Myles

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Myles: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Jango: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Myles:

Myles: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Myles: Is something burning?

Jango: Just my love for you.

Myles: Jango, the toaster is on fire.

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When they have kids

Jango: Stubs their toe FUCK!

Myles: Mind your language!

Jango: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Myles:

Jango: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

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Myles: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Jango: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Myles: No! Four to five seconds!

Jango: Too late!!!

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Myles: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Jango: It’s not a joke.

Jango: *sniffles*

Jango: I’m a legit snack

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Myles: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Jango: I think you mean cards.

Myles, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

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Myles, watching the news:Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Jango: walks in covered with ink Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Jango: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Myles has been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

Part 2 here!!!