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Well, the third part for you guys:)

It's not REAL people and don't pay attention about it...

And please, read warning!!! I hope you will understand

lov u all

DNF WARNING ❗❗❗ (it's NOT real people, guys 😳👍 lov u)

Part 2, actually >w> part 1: there

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what did he say to him? Mm?

actually, I redrawn my old comic that I didn't post SOOOOOO...why not:)))

And also I plan to post amm..part2? Yeah, I wanna keep on making something lil hot:)

In this video, my friends try to hunt me down and stop me from beating Minecraft. Can they stop me from beating the Ender Dragon, or will I survive? 

THIS IS MINECRAFT MANHUNT.

Humans Are Weird - The healing

Context: I was listening to some Plague Inc: Evolved music for the nostalgia, and got a kick in inspiration! If you want to read more of this, consider buying me a ko-fi or checking out my commissions!

It all started around 4 earthly months ago. It was a simple medical record: Common tri-flu, something common in the solar-systems populated by the asdi. The recommendations: Stay resting, do not directly interact with other peers, and stay relaxed. If the tri-flu symptons continued for more than four days, go to the hospital, no questions asked.

And that asdi followed the usual protocols. After four days, they came back to the hospital, and told the doctor, with their sick eyes: “My tri-flu didn’t heal. I need to stay here”, and they did. Nurses came, and, in the fifth day, it quickly became apparent it was never tri-flu.

It was named naqy. From “na”, a general word for flower, and “qyjul”, a group of diseases that attacked one’s stomach. “The eater flowers”.

The symptons started out like a tri-flu, except one would have terrible stomach aches. After five days, a single flower-like symbol would appear in the skin. If not properly treated, it would kill the host, and flowers would grow from the body, spreading more of the naqy.

It was deadly, but everyone thought it would be simple to keep controlled.

It was after two weeks, when the original hospital was taken over by flowers and roots too strong to cut, that they noticed it was anything but simple.

The entire solar system went into quarantine when the flowers started to grow from the ships - spaceships, if I may add. The naqy survived the hardships of space itself like it was nothing but an inconvenience, soon to be conquered, soon to be explored.

The asdi told everyone to not enter contact. They would appreciate other species scientific and medical help, but no contact should be allowed.

It was the humans who broke protocol. Us, the humans, the “abominations”, capable of growing life back into entire planets, the ones who conquered the weaker during their entire story, the killing machines. Some even said we were “raised from the Dead Earth to conquer and possess the entire Universe, never satisfied, always searching for something they will never have”.

What few knew was that we had permission to do it. We told the Galactic Council it was an emergency, and no other was mad enough to enter the naqy-fueled empire. We couldn’t just… Just let them be there, with no one else to help out but themselves.

Our vaccines, after hundreds of years of research, could be done in a period of six months. We did not have six months - the flowers would have taken everything by that time. However, we could discover a cure in less than two months, if we had enough material.

I remember when I discovered the humans were immune to it. I had gotten into an accident. I tripped and fell into the flowers, and was put into quarantine, but everything that came from me was a dead seed. I had vomited it in the third day of my self-quarantine.

I looked at that thing. It was very disgusting, I woun’t deny it. A black, broken seed - and a friend of mine looked at it and said “it looks like it took a trip to hell”. I had theorized it was because of the stomach acid - a thing my asdi friends were terrified of. “What do you mean you have acid inside you?!”, I really loved seeing their terrified faces when I was explaining things. Unfortunately, my other human comrades had to interrupt by unecessary drama, fearing the asdi would just pass out from fright.

… Which is surprising, considering the fact that I am not good with words.

After that, we decided to investigate further. It wasn’t stomach acid that killed the naqy seed. It was my immune system. It destroyed that thing like it was nothing. I didn’t even feel that something was happenning inside of me, which, in a way, is very good. In another, it might feel a bit terrifying. Other species were destroyed by the flowers.

It took some work, but we made a cure - not a vaccine, a cure. And the asdi that were with us kept saying to themselves “it’s human blood” - technically, it was made from it, but it isn’t just “human blood”.

I never worked as much in my life as I did during the fourth month of the flower disease. I don’t remember exacty what happenned, but they told me I stayed awake for three whole days. All I could do was run around, instructing the alien doctors how to apply the serum while distributing it. I yelled and ran without any protections like it was nothing. My colleagues were the ones calming everyone down from seeing me.

I passed out after I screamed “if I die from exhaustion I will come back to continue my fucking work!”. I woke up feeling pain from all parts of my body, but I continued to work - I had to. There were lifes depending on us.

It took a month to distribute the serum and rip and tear every single flower. We, the humans, were one day specialised in killing life, a teacher of mine once told me, and maybe that was why it looked so easy.

I will never forget the moment where I came to a newly arrived spaceship and discovered it was full of serum, made from hundreds of thousands of donations of other humans. The news spread around quickly, almost scaringly so. “We discovered how to make the serum. We need help to make more”, we said, and we got it.

I wasn’t the one who killed the last contaminated flower, but I was one of the hundreds who helped. And I wish I could have done more, I wish with all my heart that I could have saved more lifes, but I didn’t, and I will forever live with that in the back of my mind.

We, humans, had a reputation of healing planets out of guilty for, one time, having killed our own home. Now the others say we are “healers”. They know tell each other, like it’s some kind of ugly secret, “haven’t you heard?”, and they tilt their heads, looking at their friends with terrified eyes, before spilling out everything. The reaction can be either fear, confusion, or simply wonder:

“Human blood can heal even the worst of sickeness”.

Humans are unstoppable...Until they aren’t.

I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.

A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress. 

But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.

So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.

BUT THEN

They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.

The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine. 

(Right?)

(…Wrong.)

- What is… help. Help!-

- ake up! You have t-

- been days. You need sleep, you-

- nother transfusion. We could-

- out of sedatives!-

A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.

‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’

I'm so scared to be loved, when a boy I liked confessed to me I was happy but just hours later I broke down, thinking I'm not ready yet, I can't

“What’s A Soulmate?”

bitches be like 'sapnaps third wheeling ohhh my god i feel so bad for him :(' NO. sapnap is third DRIVING. mans is the parent that drives their kid and their boyfriend back home as they make out with NO SHAME in the backseet. give him CREDIT.

I need an artist to my writer

The air felt frozen as Person A took a deep breath, hurting their throat. They could not feel their nose anymore, nor their fingers, making it hard to hold the heavy weapon up next to them, even while standing.

It was probably winter but they couldn't tell. Since everything happened, the only days counted were yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Still, it didn't matter what happened the day before. Nothing from the past would matter in a few days and if so, months. The world found it's end once, why wouldn't it twice?

Person A wished it would at least snow when they walked down the streets again, wandering through the ruins of this broken city. They couldn't even remember anything other than this view. It has been there their whole life, grey buildings blocking the horizon everywhere you look and streatching almost 20 meters into the sky.

"You don't have to be." Person B meant and felt Person A's eyes on themself before turning towards them aswell. "It makes you who you are."

"M-maybe" Person A stuttered and Person B could see how their cheeks turned pink.

"I asked this Person C once, if I was normal I mean, and they just told me that if there was such a thing as normal, the world would be boring. The ability to be different makes us special and stand out." they continued and the h/c haired was surprised to hear them say something like this.