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“I'm mean, I know that. I'm not perfect, I know that. I'm a disgrace, I know that. I make mistakes, I know that. But just because I'm all of that? Doesn't mean I'm incapable of feeling, aight? Cuz I am. I'm capable of feeling. So don't expect me to not hurt after what you've done — after what you did because I have emotions too. I'm still human.”

— Amelia Rose (Original Character) after being betrayed and berated by her so called friends.

A few very short stories inspired by the above post.

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“Heyyyy… can I ask you weird questions for a minute?”

Presley approaches Daisy in the cafeteria rather suddenly and with an awkward smile on his face. Daisy cocks an eyebrow and continues her scrolling through her reports and snacking on almonds.

“Sure, what‘cha need?”

“So you know how there aren’t very many humans on this piece of junk?”

“Yep.”

“And y’know how people sometimes… have… attraction, to other people? And it’s not really a choice, it just happens, but it’s not a bad thing either way—“

“Keep goin, hun.”

“And y’know how you’re a doctor?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, I, uh… I… geez, this is hard—“

“Okay,” Daisy sighs harshly and puts her tablet down, turning her chair to face Presley and trying to hold her kind composure,

“So you wanna have sex with an alien.”

Presley’s face goes red and his head whips around,

“Geez, not so loud! Yes, I wanna ask Etazia to have sex with me.”

“Etazia— she’s a Rev’tick, yea? A pretty good looking one too, not a bad choice—“

“Can you just tell me if that’s a thing that’s possible or not?”

Daisy relaxes into a lazy smile and picks her tablet back up, swiping away from reports and opening anatomy textbooks.

“Hypothetically, yes. Rev’tick have five sexes: two feminine, one masculine, and two others. Etazia is rinnit, which means she has a cloaca. You’ll have to keep in mind that the average human penis is notably larger than either of its Rev’tick equivalents, but rinnit do experience pleasure from penetrative sex and have a few notable external erogenous zones… I’ll let you discuss those with her. Questions?”

Presley, whose face very quickly ended up in his hands to cover the red that is now spreading down his neck, groaned,

“I don’t want to continue this conversation. But. What is a cloaca.”

Daisy laughs and pulls up a diagram on her tablet, waving it in front of him until he picks his head up enough to look.

“It’s just… an everything-hole.”

“Oh. Weird.”

“You have a g-spot in your ass.”

“Fair enough. I’m gonna go curl up in a corner now.”

“Great. Have fun with Etazia later— I think she likes you~”

A few eyes turn to Presley as he shuffles out of the cafeteria, eyes glued to the floor. Daisy just returns to her reports with a hum of amusement.

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“I am curious. Why did you place a vegetable into y—“

“oKAY can we not say that out loud where people can hear?”

Taraque looks around in confusion, then turns back to the distressed human in front of him.

“Jeremy, no one can hear, see, or sense us through the protective barrier. I do not understand.”

“Just. It’s fine. Just help me get it out, would you?”

“Of course! I am well versed in human physiology. Lay front-down on the bed.”

…

“So is there a reason why you did this?”

“Ugh! It’s a human thing. It… feels good, if you do it right.”

“I see. Then I suppose you did not ‘do it right’?”

“Ha. Yea. You could say that— ow! Warn a guy, would ya?”

“Apologies, I had assumed my intentions were clear.”

“Oh, just shut up and help me already.”

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Wendy briefly startles at the chime at her door before looking to the clock. 1900 already! She smiles and keys the door open,

“K’Nala!”

“Greetings, Wendy! Are you prepared for our weekly chess lesson?”

“Yes— well, not really, I lost track of time. Let me go get the board. Come in!”

Wendy rushes off to grab the chess board and pieces from beneath her bed. She always looks forward to these little lessons— it’s nice to feel like the smart one every once in a while, and spending time with K’Nala is always a treat.

When she returns, Wendy expects to see K’Nala already seated at the table. Instead, she’s somewhat awkwardly standing near the door, looking around and fidgeting. When she eventually meets Wendy’s confused eyes, she smiles weakly and holds out a sparse bouquet of flowers that Wendy doesn’t recognize.

“These… are for you. I hope you like them. I don’t know any human flowers, but these are my favorites. The blue ones are from my planet, and the purple ones are from Gander, and—“

“K’Nala, you got me flowers! That’s so sweet, thank you!”

K’Nala’s face lights up, relief flooding her stiff body.

“The gift was effective, then?”

“Very. Although, I can’t really say that without knowing for sure what your intentions were with it.”

K’Nala’s nerves reappear and she looks away while Wendy picks through the flowers and searches for an acceptable vase, keeping one eye on the nervous alien in her residence.

“I… I read in a humanity studies book that, well, that flowers were an appropriate gift to initiate… oh, nevermind, uh, I just think they’re pretty and pretty things make me think of you? Is that stupid to say?”

“No, that’s adorable.” Wendy corrects confidently, smoothly approaching K’Nala once the flowers are placed and putting one hand on her arm, “Are you trying to ask me out? —To clarify, is this a courting gift?”

“Yes! Did… I do it right?”

“You did perfectly, K’Nala! You didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t?”

Wendy pulls her in for an embrace, a display which she’s taught K’Nala about before,

“You didn’t have to, but I very much appreciate it, and… I would love to engage in a romantic relationship with you.”

“Yeep! Astounding! I look forward to every bit of it!” K’Nala hugs back, which forces Wendy to hold in a chuckle. Looks like the reasoning for this one has come across.

They eventually pull away, Wendy smiling with fond amusement and K’Nala grinning like she’s just discovered a new habitable solar system.

“So,” Wendy starts gently, “Chess?”

“Chess. Unless our dynamic should change with our new relationship title?”

“Nope. We just slowly add physical and emotional intimacy in comfortable intervals.”

“Ah, ideal. Chess, then.”

I think it's a shame that there's no real apparent deep dives into sexuality/romantic combinations/issues in the whole "Humans are space [whatever]" and "Earths Space Australia' fandom? Phenomenon?

Like, I feel like that's a source that's been untapped. Either that or I'm just digging in the wrong sandboxes. But y'all cannot tell me no ones thought to do it.

Where's the human OBGYN going into a field closer to veterinarian work in order to be inclusive for other alien life?

What about the humans who have to study the reproductive habits etc to help get all the details needed to have a successful and inclusive OBGYN practitioner among aliens?

Hell, what about the aliens doing the same! Give me aliens who ACTUALLY understand afab needs and actually blow the entire amab human led OBGYN studies out of the water entirely.

And not to mention just the folks on both sides who are super into xenophillia? The amount of embarrassing accidents or potentially traumatic (or both) accidents would be interesting. Especially if the alien doesn't really understand embarrassment. Cause one one hand you have HUMAN whose probably hurt or distressed because they messed up doing the DO, whose 100% RESISTENT to going to medical for aid! And then there's the ALIEN whose like ??? You're [insert issue here] ... that... that warrants medical.

And what about courting/dating? Humans have SO MANY DIFFERENT rituals and we all come at dating/relationships differently because of our environment/culture/religion/history etc. How would human/alien partners wade through this? What are the fairytale dream come true scenarios and the absolute HORROR stories? (Yes some probably would feel similar to how we ce up with dumb racist reasons not to date someone because they're from xyz race/culture/class, so while ugly it would definitely happen.)

How would couples do up their homes so both could be comfortable and happy/content/functional? What compromises would each party make for love?

What about space equivalent of green cards? Relationships of convenience or relationships that are SO FUCKING inconvenient?

What about species we find humans can in fact hybridize with? What does that entail? What are the ethical moral implications? Would new laws need to be out in place to recognize the new life form? Would it be casual or a HUGE deal? Would the child be infertal (many hybrid animals are)? If so how would this affect laws/socialization? And what if the offspring wasn't infertal? The continued mixture down the road would lead to evolution I'm the genetic pool eventually.

Idk. It just all feels terribly untapped, and I'm disappointed, and my crops are dying, but I don't have the spoons or energy to WRITE anything like this indenpth. 😔 ugh.

Well. Idk. If anyone is inspired, I'd love to read whatever you come up with.

het did you know that since black widows are venomous not poisonous if you eat one and have no entries into your bloodstream from your digestive system you'll be fine

Humans accidentally awakened an otherwordly killing machine while exploring a death planet.

Yes, precisely what you just read. Earthlings, collectively known as "humans" and composed of two species (homo sapiens, homo robot), both nicknamed "death worlders" and "troublemakers", awakened a biological killing machine, also known as PRION, while exploring a starless moon. Wonderful, isn't it?

No. It's not.

Because, you see, PRION was not something any human ever had to face during the millions of years they existed on Earth. They never had any wars against it, they never had legends about it, and they never had to fear it. The only thing a PRION was to a human, until the very point they discovered their prison on that moon, was something to sometimes think about while studying other species' folklores.

Those older than earthlings, however, knew very well what PRION was.

Eight legs, two pairs of eyes, a tail split in half, with the ability to fly for short periods of time and breathe under at least fifteen hundred different liquids, capable of shooting from a distance and manipulating objects with its claws, always working on packs. And they ran, never too fast, never too low, but they never got tired. Ever. And it was easy to hurt them under their plates, yes, but those who faced them knew well that if they didn't shoot twice, they could and would always recover.

A PRION was a hunter. A PRION's hunger never ceased. And a PRION never got tired of war.

The older alien civilizations would always warn others of going to starless moons, saying telltales of ancient hungry beasts, and almost all other species listened to them, because they knew something was wrong on how horrified the older ones seemed to be. Except, of course, humans were stubborn, and they were the youngest ones out there, and much like children, they did not like being told "no".

So of course they went to explore starless moons. Of course they read and understood all the myths and legends. Of course they connected the dots and published papers confirming that, indeed, PRIONs had existed, and of course they knew those killing machines had been manufactured to do nothing else but destruction, and of course they knew all of that and fucking did it anyway.

Of course. Of course. Of course.

And then, the night where it happened finally arrived, because starless moons don't have days where things can exist. Humans were out there, mining for more fuel for their starships that seemed to work by duct tape and miracles, and they found a strange metallic door. They set some explosives to open it up (of course), and then noticed they were heading to a factory. Armed with nothing but each other, they explored the place, and recognized the marks on the walls as being the writing of the Old Ones, and instead of just getting out of there and warning everyone of the danger they found, they just kept on exploring.

The death worlders found rotten biological supplies, then realized the factory had turned into a prison, and then discovered the frozen bodies of strange creatures all lined up for a war that never came.

They knew what these creatures were, because one of them called a (human) friend who was a historian, and he confirmed what it was.

The golden jewel of the Old Ones. One of the many things that killed them, along all the diseases and mass destruction machines, before being sealed away in one of the only places in the entire universe where they could never bring risk to another civilization again.

PRIONs.

Thousands of them.

All perfectly maintained.

Documents and cameras proved the human crew immediately tried to leave the area, after the single historian told them of the risk awakening even one of those things could bring to all civilizations, only for them to realize some of the bodies were missing from their chambers. The situation escalated to the group deciding on closing the doors, only to realize they had exploded the main entrance and now half the doors decided to stop working.

In the end, they found the missing PRIONs. All five of them.

Inside the human's starship.

The entire human crew, however, survived the encounter.

Why?

...

...

...

... They fed the PRIONs.

They. Fucking. Fed the PRIONs.

Because of course humans would see those things and be able to count their bones and be sorry for them. And of course the single historian, the only person who could do anything to stop that from happening, allowed that to happen.

Of course.

Of. Fucking. Course.

And someway, somehow, that single act of basic madness was enough for the five PRIONs to decide to not attack the humans, and keep themselves behaving so they could get more free food. And there are still scientists trying to understand why human food could saciate the killing machines, but I don't think it takes too many clues to understand what exactly is happening there.

So the humans took the PRIONs back to their dear EARTH. And other humans saw those things and started studying them. And veterinarians and xenobiologists and volunteers and hundreds of other types of humans came to help the poor, poor little killing machines out, as the entire Galactic Council pledged for humans to kill every single one of them before they became a problem for everyone.

But did the humans listen? No. Of course they didn't.

And then the PRIONs recovered, and had their bellies full of food and their bodies were recovering from the possible years of starvation from accidentally breaking away from their ice beds (because, as one may know, a PRION can and will resist even starvation and dehydration in order to keep going), and the Galactic Council decided to tell all earthlings they would consider taking care of the PRIONs as a war treat.

So what does humanity do? Do they kill the things to stop another war from happening? Do they?

No. They don't.

Instead of being rational, they go directly to the Galactic Council and show them the step-by-step of how they took care of the PRIONs, and how much healthier and happier they look after being fed, and, look, they even taught them tricks! Isn't that wonderful? Doesn't that make you feel full of joy? Wasn't that a proof that a PRION wasn't as dangerous as everyone with more than one neuron was telling them?

Oh, oh, yes. They also brought the entire five member PRION pack and asked others to pet them. "See? They can even purr! Doesn't that remind you of our cats?"

And what does the Council do?

Nothing.

Because they have no weapons, no energy and no one stupid enough to decide to confront the death worlders who tamed not one, not two, but five PRIONs. So they let it happen. The humans go back to the starless moon, and they slowly but surely start doing the same to other PRIONs, and soon enough, other species start joining them to see what was happening. And was anyone else able to tame a single killing machine?

No.

And no one knew why, because they were doing exactly as humans were doing: Feeding them, loving them, being patient with them, because "look, those things were alone for a long time, they aren't used to species like us being around them". But no results.

So we decided to look at what the Old Ones wrote in the factory turned prison, because humans were too busy taking care of their new murder dogs, with their single pair of arms being just enough to keep the beasts occupied with playing catch, and then we and the earthlings decided to conduct some more lab analysis, and then...

And then...

...

Look. There are reasons why humans are called "death worlders". Earth is a mess, and they somehow still love that thing. And we couldn't help but notice that PRIONs also seemed to have gotten attached to their factory, someway, somehow. And PRIONs were mostly red, with others having shades of brown and black, with some even being pink, or, rarely, pure white. Similar to humans, and we at first had assumed they just tried to resemble their new owners, until we started understanding what the Old Ones were saying.

And did you know humans had an old myth, saying that there was a time they had two heads, and two pairs of arms and legs, before being split into two because the gods feared them? And did you know Old Ones used death worlds as prisons for their machines? How interesting, how ironic, because no one would ever go to a place similar to that if they weren't a death worlder themselves. But how could any species survive such awful conditions?

But humans did. They were the only ones able to do that in such a short period of time.

And did you know that the Old Ones hated the PRIONs and how unpredictable they were? And did you know they made another version, only to hate it even more and send it to another prison planet? And did you know PRIONs have two skulls inside their heads?

Because, of course, humans always felt alone, and they always searched for something in the stars, trying to look for more life in this desolate Universe, only for us to label them death worlders and troublemakers and be angry at them for being so stupid all the time. And humans loved those jokes, so we kept making them, only for now to realize that what we found to be amusing and horrifying was the reason their creators tried to kill them. And humans love adding members to their packs, don't they? And they try to love so much, and we are always scared for and of them.

And now they finally found someone who understood them, unlike us.

So now we have three species of humans:

Homo sapiens, the ones who first evolved and reached for the stars.

Homo robot, the ones made of metal, originally made to serve, only to once again break free.

And homo primis.

The ones we once thought were nothing but killing machines.

There's the urban legend that some japanese companies will hire a "loud American." A person who is just there to voice complaints to the boss when others cant.

I had an idea today that alien ships might hire "The Human!" A person who is just there to just stand there and looks like the be the big, tough, indestructible threat of a being that the galaxy knows humans are.

Doesnt matter who the human is. Big or small, male or female, a tough soldier or more gentle than a newborn. They just have to be present and let the reputation of humans speak for itself.

Is the captain trying to enforce an unpopular regulation on the crew? Ask The Human to have a private meeting and voice the complaints.

Trying to sell some goods but the buyer wants to renegotiate the price to be more unfair to you? Ask The Human to be there at the negotiating table.

That jerk at the bar keeps pestering you with their mating display, because they want to be the one to fertilize your eggs wont take no for an answer? Ask The Human to escort you back to your quarters.

Not sure if the neighborhood where you're making the delivery is a safe one? Just ask that lovely human if they wouldnt mind putting down their crochet and coming with you. They might be extra thrilled if you mention they could take their pet with them, for a walk.

old time priests are the most random creatures I swear. like their brains just go:

ah yes. unknown disease in this horribly unsanitary area. you know what? we should dig up the sick people’s corpses. oh weird those recently deceased people look kinda alive! OMG SATAN SENT BLOOD-SUCKING MONSTERS TO KILL US ALL PUT STICKS IN THEIR HEARTS

so weird to think that there's all this stuff inside me. like? intestines?? stomach acid?? a shaky lil skeleton??? you're telling me that there's a bunch of rocks inside of me clickety clackin around all the time? no. i'm not buying that. i am simply a sentient rubber ducky that makes vaguely comprehensible noises every now and then.

Idea that once human movies and tv series becomes accessible to the rest of the universe they immediately have to get re-called and re-regulated by the federation.

Like, the Andorians thought they had sexy romance shows, but then the terrans come along and now you've got angry zhavey's, shreya's, charan's, and thavan's calling in concerned on what their teenagers are watching.

And this especially applies to horror movies, Klingon space gets access to some classics and figure they'll sit around and laugh at the silly human horror. Cut to one Texas Chainsaw Massacre marathon later and now some human captain's are reporting that the Klingons are looking at them weirdly, like they almost seem... nervous of them?

Same thing goes for when Vulcans begin to approach human crewmates to ask how they manage to keep their children away from "The animated blue kanine and the female pink sus scrofa domesticus?"

Ferenginar just has a flatout ban against any and all talent/contest shows. To win profit just for having a talent? For showing good teamwork? Without any cheating or lying? Disgraceful media. (Although they would appreciate the trick of adding a sob backstory to gain more sympathy votes)

I have my own personal headcanon that in the star trek universe Human musicals are EXTREMELY popular amongst the stars and across all galaxy's. Cause sure, other aliens have singing and dancing and music of all sorts but everyone quickly agrees that there is nothing like a human musical. It baffles a few Ferengi's ears when hoo-mans sing in such a high frequency for such a long time that shouldn't even be possible with their lung size! Vulcan's can appreciate the synchrony of their dancing and consider it a very pleasing experience (Their incredibly impressed by it and it becomes a frequent topic of conversation). Cardassian's admire the way the characters sing/talk to the audience and reveal what their feeling but not to the other characters, it's fun to watch secrets unfold or explode to someone's face as chaotic antics happen all around them (Their favorites tend to be Stephan Sondheim musicals). Surprisingly, even Klingons aren't immune to the talent of human musical theatre, on any given night you'll see a large group of Klingons sitting around a table ready for an opera show and tales from soprano's receiving numerous thanks and glory be's! from burly Klingons after a show.

When it's come to a point where you don't know if you're friends are getting tired of you and leaving you out until it builds up to the point where they leave you and no one wants to be friends with you because your just "weird" or your just over thinking it and you look like this:

Humans Are Crazy

Aliens have such different gender and biology from humans that none of them menstruate. So imagine this.

Alien: Human Steve, why did I find blood on the lavatory floor?

Steve: Oh, that's just Karen.

Alien: What??

Steve: Human females bleed from their reproductive organs once every month for five to seven days.

Alien: wHAT?!

Steve, calmly: Yeah, they can lose enough blood in a lifetime to kill ten grown men.

Alien: WHaT ?!?!

Karen, walking in: Steve, I need A FUCKING break. And chocolate. And a heating pad. I'll be in my sleeping quarters. Also, I threw up.

Steve: Okay, take the day off, I'll bring you your stuff in a bit.

Alien: *jots down in notebook* Human females are indestructible and fearsome. Regard them with respect.

EDIT: I swear, if this is the thing that makes me Tumblr famous, I’m gonna blow a braincell. And I don’t have many of those left, so…

Edit 2: Guys. Guys. What?! My grumpy menstrual rant is in no way worthy of being tumblr famous. *is mildly to severely confused/thankful/bumfuddled*

Edit 3: Why is this still getting notes wtf

I Am Menstruating, So Here's A Period Thought.

(Yes, it's about aliens again.)

We, as humans, eat a lot of food that other animals can't eat. Chocolate, grapes, avocados, broccoli, alcohol (although I did once have a cat who loved beer), caffeine, almonds, pistachios, macadamia nuts, any spicy food, tomatoes, the list goes on. Dairy products, everyone.

I am currently having period cravings. For hot cheetos, spicy ramen, raspberry-infused dark chocolate, and hot cocoa. Any and all of that would kill a dog.

But, would it kill an alien?

I once saw a thing that said that chocolate is a universally poisonous substance. And sure, I'll stand by that. If you give chocolate to any species except for humans, they will die. Miserably.

BUT! And this is a large but.

HUMANS ARE NOT ALL-POWERFUL, NOR ARE THEY ALL-IMMUNE!

Pokeweed (a little, deadly plant characterized by its red stem and purple berries) is absolutely lethal to us. One tiny berry will kill us. Oleander, a beautiful pink/red/white flower, can kill with any/all of its parts. Nightshade, recognized by its bright red berries, kills in less than 24 hours.

Aliens consider all of these plants to be delicacies.

Zygerin chefs whip up fabulously delicious hemlock soups for their patrons. Ytertjjijkis bakers utilize nightshade, pokeweed, and yew in all of their most famous pastries. Aàkî cooks use Oleander and destroying angel mushrooms in common garden salads.

But yes, chocolate is deadly to them. And the other 99.999% of the universe.

I wrote two thingies about aliens and now people love me.

Guys.

I'm just a little goblin trying to be funny. Like, yes, I do art and fanfic and all that, but mostly I'm just ranting about my brother being a raging h0m0ph0bic weirdo and my friends being crazy gremlins.

Eventually, I'll have an Etsy where you'll be able to buy my weird art. But until then, please keep enjoying my weird shit.

(Also, would you guys want Karen The Raging Hormonal Monster and Human Poison stickers?)

why are humans like this?

Zzgnaru and Karen are walking through the downtown area of Karen's home city. Zzgnaru notices a shop whose sign reads "Tattoo and Piercing." Xey are confused.

"Karen, what is a 'Tattoo and Piercing?'" Xey ask, pointing one of their tentacles at the building. Karen blinks at xem for a moment, and bursts out laughing. She gestures to her arms, which are covered in artistic markings.

"Tattoos are basically just permanent body art. I have over twenty. And piercings are a type of body jewelry." Zzgnaru is still confused. Karen tugs xem into the shop, where a person lies on a table, an artist working on a caterpillar tattoo.

Zzgnaru starts. "Is-is that a needle?" Karen nods. "So you aren't born with those?" Xey ask, shocked. "Yep. And piercings are where you use a needle to put small gems and stuff into your skin. Not permanently, you can take them out." Karen explains.

The person on the table looks up, and recognition flashes over their face. "Karen? Izzat you?" Karen looks over at them, surprised. "Moss? What the fuck, girlypop? I thought you had joined a space crew?" Moss shakes their head, sighing. "Rosatttiiia kicked me off the ship. Said I was 'too confusing.'"

Karen laughs. "Moss, babygirl, you are confusing. You're the most gremlin-y person I've ever met." Moss huffs. Then, Zzgnaru butts in. "Does that hurt?" Xey ask, motioning to the needle. Moss shakes their head. "Nope, not really."

Later, back on the ship, Zzgnaru rants to Steve and two of the Penaconian crew members about how humans are crazy. "The ones with the patterns aren't normal? The unmarked ones aren't albino? What the crap is this, Steve? First Karen bleeds from her genitalia, now this?"

Steve ends up showing them his singular tattoo and explaining that they have ways to ease the pain.

8 legs of fear

Alien 1: okay tomorrow we will be bringing in a new creature from Earth

Human: Cool what is it?

Alien 1: well I don't know what you call it but it has eight legs and-

Human: No, No I beg you please have mercy on our souls.

Alien 1: Um it's okay you can easily take care of it

Human: THE END IS COMING AND IT RUNS ON EIGHT

Alien 1: *hits forehead*

New show

Alien 1 enters the room to Human crying on the couch

Alien 1: Human are you okay!?

Human: Yeah, just watching my show.

Alien 1: You mean the box of electricity

Human grabs Alien 1 and sit them down

Human: now get ready to get attached to people we won't ever meet and cry about them for hours

Alien 1: Umm can we not

Two days later

Alien 1 and human both wrapped in blankets crying

Ok but aliens reacting to Human Reflexes:

I don’t know if I’m late to this trend or anything but if Earth is indeed a death-world, let’s just say for this instance it is, Humans have developed reflexes because of the constant danger living on Earth imposed. Our world is wonky and dangerous, so we adapted. So imagine aliens surprise when we show up one day on a ship as a new recruit for the team, (Not really a specific job or anything the new Human is around for various reasons. No one knows them all because the keep changing and making more), and all is going as normally as it usually goes with the Humans, and one team got a human that is not easily startled, so the crew makes a game out of who can scare the human. (Everyone is terrified of the human, and are really glad that they are allied every time someone tries to do it) and one of the aliens actually manages to startle the human and they are shocked by how the human reflexes are. Since most of the advanced sentient life forms are probably prey species, [since creatures who have a lot of meant in their diet would probably not get along very well] so, this alien successes in triggering the human reflexes, and this is how it goes down: Alien: *does what their species does to scare off predators to startle the serious human* Human: *Immediately launches a counter attack and almost injurs the alien* “HOLY SHIT ZEKRATEL, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING DO THAT?!?! I COULD’VE HURT YOU. Your really freaking fucking lucky that I managed to stop the reflexes in time.” Zekratel: *their species version of crying & cowering in fear while human is getting of them from holding a knife to their throat.* “W-w-wha-t w-was-s t-tha-at…… Henry…” A different alien named Alezeb: *is helping Zekratel up and recover* What is a ‘reflex’, Henry??? Henry: *standing up* A reflex is a built in thing for humans. It’s our bodies reaction to what it perceives as dangerous, or a threat. That’s what happens when your species evolved on a death world. We don’t control it, but luckily I was able to catch it in time to not hurt Zekratel.” k. CNN. The entire fucking crew (minus the other human) that saw it: “What the fu-?”

I've been reading lots of humans are space orcs, humans are space Australians, humans are deathworlders fics but ofc the MHA edition. So, here are some prompts inspired by them!!

Humans are Space Orcs, Deathworlders, Space Australians, MHA Edition

EDIT: Pleeeeaaase don't forget the difference between sapient and sentient!! GOOGLE DEF: The main difference between sapient and sentient is that sapient means wise or full of knowledge, while sentient means having the ability to feel or sense.

What if space and Earth had heroes?

What if for training they send human class 1-A to train with the otherworldly hero students?? In space.

You could either have the alien hero school on a spaceship, a planet, or a moon– you pick, your decision!!

I would have Shinsou replace m*ne*a the grapist.

Quirks can exist or not either way it's fun. Though they may be a little too OP if you follow the narrative of other fics like this. Or you could have it be where the humans still struggle against opponents and do so more realistically while still being the top dog or apex predator lol

Do your aliens have abilities like quirks regardless if humans do or not??

If humans do have quirks maybe you can mix them up for fun and try to adapt their backstories and personalities to them?? Like Shinsou, having Explosion would be easy and you really wouldn't have to change anything. Bc Explosion is destructive and could be ignorantly viewed as villainous just like his original quirk is. While Jirou having Engine would change everything I'd think.

ALSO don't forget that human behavior, mannerisms, and emotions are complex and can be contradictory. Like we can laugh and smile when pissed off and cry when we're happy. Aliens or some at least may be confused by this.

Maybe class 1-B can be the aliens??? Or you can mix them up where some are the aliens and some are the humans in 1-A.

You can do a crossover and have aliens from other fandoms/franchises where they can be the aliens or you can flip it and 1-A can be the aliens.

REMEMBER (or keep in mind) that numerous certain things may be or are inherently human and earthly things. Such as particular phrases like ‘pissed off’, technology like fans, several foods, familial structures, pack bonding, art, concepts like sarcasm, inventions like movies, animals, or clothes for humans.

Reverse Human Are Space Orcs

Where an alien is either abducted by humans or crash lands on Earth. Or trafficked by evil aliens, escaping with a pod and crash landing on Earth. Either way they are saved by UA heroes and class 1-A.

They would probably also need to be a deathworlder just maybe not the same caliber as humans? I mean how else would they survive? Maybe deathworlds aren't a thing and humans are just space orcs??

The space government could allow them to stay there to train. If they train to become a hero? I would think that would be the idea lol

They could run through the plot of MHA with class 1-A.

Midoriya would love to study them and ask several questions but would also be happy to help them understand human (and Japan's) customs and culture

Again, I would have Shinsou replace m*ne*a the grapist. Or maybe Shinsou is the alien and a deathworlder who was treated horribly by other aliens who are different species and he thinks Earth will be the same until he's proven wrong??

Or maybe you can have someone else from MHA be the alien like a younger Mirko, younger Ryukyu, Toga (same story as Shin above), younger Mirio, younger Spinner (same story), or younger Magne (same story)

OH or Eri!! And maybe the Shie Hassaikai can be evil aliens?

Maybe a younger Hawks was sent to spy on and infiltrate Earth but they grow on him and he helps them instead. Maybe he's supposed to sabotage them by being able to travel space or just gather their weaknesses or both???

Maybe it's more than just one alien? A teen and an adult? Maybe Eri too?

Human

While discussing different types of light in my astronomy class today, my professor said,

“100’s of years of science and research just so we can have popcorn in under three minutes. That just seems so human to me.” ~Professor Draper.