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This is an idea I've had for years based on "And the Heavens Wept" by 'thefalloutdiaries'. I've worked on it and grew it out but because I'm not great at writing I could never write it out.

So recently I wrote down everything I had and all the ideas and details I could and had ai write it out. I worked through it and made it as perfect to my idea as I could.

So I hope you like it and don't think too badly on me for using ai as a writing aid.

When Midnight Reigned

Humanity’s ascent to the stars was welcomed with open arms. After centuries of conflict and isolation on their homeworld, Earth’s nations united and reached for the stars, joining the Intergalactic Concord, a coalition of hundreds of species that governed peace and policy among the cosmos. Humans, though young and inexperienced by galactic standards, quickly earned a place in the Concord’s Senate due to their adaptability and ingenuity.

For years, they thrived. But peace was not to last.

A species known as the Zyrrkhal Dominion, notorious for their pride and territorial aggression, declared war on humanity over a territorial dispute in a distant star system. To the Concord, the Zyrrkhal’s grievance seemed valid. The Concord refused to intervene, citing their policy of neutrality in "bilateral conflicts." The decision left humanity to fend for itself.

The war was brutal but stagnant. Battles raged across contested systems for years, with neither side gaining ground. Humanity’s fleets matched the Zyrrkhal’s strength, but neither could deliver a decisive blow. Until, one day, everything changed.

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The Concord Assembly

A sudden emergency meeting was called in the heart of the Concord’s capital station. Representatives from every member species filled the Senate chamber, their whispers echoing through the grand hall. None knew who had summoned them or why.

The murmurs ceased when the human ambassador, Elias Caine, strode into the chamber, flanked by General Adrienne Locke—a rarity, as military officers were typically barred from these proceedings. Gasps and indignant cries rippled through the assembly.

One voice rose above the rest: "This is a breach of protocol! Military presence is strictly prohibited in this chamber!" shouted the Zyrrkhal ambassador, his mandibles clicking in outrage.

Ambassador Caine raised a hand, his face calm but grim. "Bylaw 47-3 of the Concord Charter permits exceptions during emergencies. The station AI has confirmed our compliance. Now, sit down."

The AI’s voice boomed through the chamber. "Objection overruled. The humans are within their rights. Silence is mandatory."

The chamber fell into an uneasy quiet. Caine stepped forward, his voice measured and steady.

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The Midnight Protocol

"At 12:37 PM Galactic Standard Time," Caine began, "Earth’s short-range sensors detected a Zyrrkhal fleet entering Sol space. The fleet warped in dangerously close to Earth, bypassing our defenses. An automatic assessment determined that our outer fleets were too far away to intercept in time. Earth was left vulnerable."

General Locke took a step forward, her voice steely. "When such a scenario occurs, humanity enacts its most extreme contingency: the Midnight Protocol."

Confused murmurs filled the room. Caine continued, his tone unyielding. "The protocol begins with a complete communications blackout—no signals to or from Earth. Then, a prerecorded message is broadcast to all citizens, explaining the situation and presenting them with a choice. They were told that their home was indefensible and that surrender was an option. But they were also given an alternative: to make our attackers regret their actions."

Locke’s gaze swept across the chamber. "The choice was unanimous. Earth chose vengeance."

A hologram of Earth appeared in the center of the chamber, showing the planet as it was just hours ago. Caine’s voice grew colder. "The final stage of the protocol was enacted: a hidden solar array, decades in the making, was activated. It drew power directly from our sun, creating a weapon of unprecedented scale—a lance of pure energy capable of annihilating everything in its path."

The hologram shifted, showing the Zyrrkhal fleet hovering over Earth. "At 12:55 PM Galactic Standard Time, the solar lance fired," Caine said. The hologram showed the beam erupting from behind Earth, slicing through the fleet and engulfing the planet. "The fleet was destroyed. Earth was… glassed."

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The Fallout

The chamber erupted in chaos. Zyrrkhal Ambassador Jekh’traz rose, his claws slamming against his podium. "You annihilated your own planet? Billions of lives, sacrificed? You’re monsters! You deserve death for this!"

Caine’s eyes were cold as he stepped toward Jekh’traz. In one swift motion, he drew a sidearm and fired. The shot echoed through the chamber as Jekh’traz crumpled to the floor, lifeless. Silence filled the air, and security drones descended, but the AI’s voice intervened once more.

"Humanity’s actions remain within Concord law."

Caine holstered the weapon, his voice icy and resolute. "The final stage of the Midnight Protocol is a directive to all surviving humans: kill the enemy on sight—if it can be done without further human loss. Otherwise, retreat to human-controlled space."

He turned to face the assembly, his gaze sweeping over the stunned representatives. "We respected your laws. We respected your traditions. No more. The Zyrrkhal attacked our home. They forfeited their lives the moment they crossed into Sol."

Locke followed Caine as he exited, leaving the chamber in stunned silence.

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Epilogue

The annihilation of Earth and the Zyrrkhal fleet marked a turning point in the war. No longer constrained by the rules of the Intergalactic Concord, humanity’s fleets moved with unbridled aggression. Every battle became a decisive victory, every system retaken with ruthless efficiency. The war was no longer about survival—it was about vengeance.

Humanity’s tactics were unprecedented in their ferocity. Entire Zyrrkhal supply lines were obliterated, their colonies razed to the ground. Human forces, hardened by centuries of conflict on their homeworld, adapted faster than the Zyrrkhal could react. They weaponized their grief, their anger, and their ingenuity, creating weapons and strategies that even the most advanced Concord species struggled to comprehend.

One by one, Zyrrkhal strongholds fell. The once-proud Dominion was reduced to scattered remnants, their once-mighty fleets decimated. Desperation gripped the Zyrrkhal as they retreated further into their own territory, but humanity pursued them relentlessly, offering no quarter and demanding no surrender.

The Concord watched in silent horror as humanity turned the tide of war into a campaign of extermination. Appeals for mercy fell on deaf ears. "They attacked our home," was the only justification humanity gave. For the first time in its history, the Concord was powerless to intervene, paralyzed by its own laws and the fear that humanity might turn its wrath toward them next.

After years of relentless warfare, the Zyrrkhal were pushed back to their home system. Humanity launched a final assault—a multi-pronged strike that obliterated the Zyrrkhal’s last remaining fleet and laid siege to their homeworld. The once-thriving planet was reduced to ash, its cities flattened, its technological advancements destroyed.

But humanity stopped short of total annihilation. Instead, they left the Zyrrkhal with a single habitable planet in their system—a barren, resource-starved world. Stripped of their technology, the survivors were forced back into a primitive existence, their civilization effectively erased. This act was not one of mercy, but a calculated message: the Zyrrkhal would live, but only as a reminder to the galaxy of what happens to those who threaten humanity.

The Intergalactic Concord held an emergency session in the aftermath, debating whether humanity should face consequences for its actions. But fear of reprisal silenced most voices. Humanity, now a dominant force in the galaxy, made their stance clear: "We will honor the Concord’s laws only so long as they serve our survival. But cross us again, and we will not hesitate to act."

The Zyrrkhal, now relegated to myths and cautionary tales, became a symbol of humanity’s capacity for both destruction and justice. Over time, the galaxy adapted to this new reality. Humanity was no longer the young, hopeful species welcomed into the stars. They were survivors, warriors, and enforcers of their own code.

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Legacy

In the centuries that followed, the remnants of Earth became a sacred place. The glassed planet stood as a monument to humanity’s resilience and the price of survival. Colonies spread across the galaxy, and humanity thrived, rebuilding their society while always keeping their military prepared for the next great threat.

The story of when Midnight Reigned became legend—a tale of loss, vengeance, and triumph that shaped humanity’s identity. To their allies, humanity became a force to be respected and feared. To their enemies, they were a warning: those who challenge humanity do so at their own peril.

And as the stars continued to shine over the scarred galaxy, humanity’s legacy endured, a testament to a species that rose from the ashes of their homeworld to claim their place among the stars—unyielding, unforgiving, and unstoppable

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Humans are Weird “Keep them Warm”

Hey guys, Hope you are having a great week. This one is gonna be both awkward and funny hopefully. It was given to me as a prompt idea from one of my readers, and I hope they enjoy it as well. It involves a new alien species that I think you all might be interested in. I would suggest taking a look :) 

“So you’re telling me we found another sentient omnivore species.” The commander grunted ripping his boot from a watery patch of mud and nearly crashing into the swampy water between two twisted tree roots.

Sunny reached out with one of her four armored arms, and caught him by the back of his pack pulling him back upright. He nodded a thanks to her and adjusted his gear. Behind her Ramirez ducked under a low hanging branch slogging through a pool of knee-high water, adjusting the containment pod, holding Krill more comfortably over both shoulders.

Krill, comfortable and warm inside his containment pod, watched the marines, scientists, and a linguist struggle through the mud under a covering of impossibly tall twisted trees their canopy blocking out all light that might have dared cut downwards towards the watery floor below. “Not entirely sentient, I suppose.” Krill answered , “Unfortunately the way in which they communicate is going to drastically reduce their ability to create complex structures and perform mathematical equations.”

Together they maneuvered themselves over a root, which at some point in the distant past, had decided to grow upwards instead of down. At about four feet high, it had changed its mind and arched back down into the water. Perhaps it had been smaller then, but at four feet wide, the root was an absolute monstrosity now.

The trees themselves were massive, challenging, and sometimes outgrowing the legendary redwood forests of the western Americas, but unlike the redwoods, these trees didn’t stand tall and proud. Instead, they chose a twisted path much like the branching veins which made up a human vascular system. They twisted and undulated interlocking past each other with branches that were well over two feet wide in many cases,and stretching to over four feet wide in others. No one direction was good enough, and the trees twisted ducked swirleded and reached grasping for any sort of light to be found.

On top of the darkness cast by the trees and the soggy nature of the forest floor, it was also horribly hot and humid giving the impression of a microwaved wet blanket thrown over the world. Where heat from the upper canopy met the cooler air of deep forest pools, it created a perpetually thick mist which writhed and undulated through the trees, leaving only the shadowy impressions of twisted trunks and clawing branches past distances greater than 50 feet.

“They communicate primarily through pheromones and heat modulation. From what I understand, the language in itself isn’t precise, and really only works in generalities and feelings than it does in absolutes.”

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Text: I found the wings in the attic, covered in dust, untouched for a century. 

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you're absolutely correct, we should be like that. But we aren't, and it isn't the fault of the historians, its the fault of the regular people that just want to burn society down because they believe they deserve everything without working for it.

historical figures & their bigotry aren’t valid just bc time has passed, or bc they got away with that shit while they were alive. if 100 years from now I have to listen to historians talk about how the 45th President of the United States Donald Trump’s actions need to be viewed in the “context of his time,” i will be forced to claw my way up from my casket and once again stalk the earth specifically to set fire to the harvard history department. there’s just nothing else for it im afraid

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I need good news

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humans inviting aliens to visit earth after a long mission and aliens being really excited to go and see the infamous planet that led to the development of such universally renown species but get one look at the ocean and are just. what the fuck is that. 

and humans are like oh yeah we don’t fuck with that

and aliens are like you literally hop galaxies with little to no understanding of what you’ll find but you won’t venture into your own aquatic abyss?

and humans simply say scan it

five kicks later and aliens say fuck that fuck that fuck that what the fuck how are you all alive let’s go back to the black holes

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Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles, tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.

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You’ve just realized something strange about the humans. They’re a race that joined the galaxy recently, but you’ve just found evidence of them already been part of it for many millennia before, but it feels like everybody’s forgotten.

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i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

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We’re only finding out recently that a lot of animals have colors and patterns that we cannot see because they’re outside of our visual range. It calls to attention how much of the world we can’t experience because our senses are limited. When we shine UV lights on them, they glow pink or blue, but these are the colors that we CAN see…. they could be a bunch of different colors, which we SEE as all pink. It’s also interesting to consider that most of these animals are not aware of having glowing patches on their bodies…. isn’t it also possible that we have skin or hair patterns that were not aware of? . . (There is actually some research out there to support the idea that our own skin fluoresces as well and that there are gender differences in the pattern and glow.) Other places to see my posts: INSTAGRAM / FACEBOOK / ETSY / KICKSTARTER    

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SO I’M GONNA TELL YOU A STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED TO ME TODAY because I think I accidentally made friends with a benevolent trickster god/fey animal/werewolf???

backstory: I have been afraid of dogs since I was in first grade and two of my classmates both independently got hospitalized for dog bite injuries within a week of each other. ever since, I have been attempting to get over this fear. it’s going pretty solid lately. it helps that at my bus stop, there’s a large and fenced in property with a dog that is afraid of humans. he’s a gorgeous german shepherd?? who I have taken a few sneaky photos of and always manages to look angelic.

so this pup is scared of humans and I’m scared of dogs. but for months we see each other every day. and we nudge closer and closer. and one day I’m feeling brave and pick up a stick and hold it out to the fence and this good good doggo gennnntly takes it between his teeth and runs off with it. since then it’s been a game we play every day and this buddy’s tail starts wagging when I come down the street towards the bus stop and frankly it adds life to these brittle old bones of mine.

today however was the reckoning… I was a bit distracted by school stress when I came down the street, and so I take a moment for myself and when I look back up, the puppy is GONE. I look around the yard, seeing if he’s behind a tree, then see him leaving the yard and merrily skipping down the sidewalk, where he suddenly stops. I ask my group chat for advice.

trick question by the time the answer comes I’m already walkin towards him. he’s sitting still, tail wagging. right in front of him on the ground, with no one in sight? a $20 bill. 

I slooowly bend down and pick up the money and a nearby stick. put the money in my pocket. put the stick out to my doggo friend who gently takes it as always. and then awkwardly I kinda “well, thanks for the money! you should get home now, my bus is coming and your person won’t like you being out of the yard.” and just like that. the dog just trots back to the yard happy as a clam and slips in through the gaping wide bars of the fence. meanwhile, three high schoolers on the way to school are staring at me and laughing but like. okay what am I supposed to do, not thank this blessing dog. I actually tell him thanks once again for good measure before the bus comes.

so basically my fear of at least one dog is cured, my curiosity is piqued (coincidence? maybe. smart dog? perhaps. but this is the same city I got cursed in and the same city I wandered into a fey subway sandwich shop in so), and I got 20 bucks. so reblog for money dog? I guess?

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Figured it has been too long since this crossed someone's dash

Aliens have invaded and are taking over. Their technology, intelligence, and power is unstoppable. They just didnt plan on one thing: The old gods returning.

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I let this one get away a year ago. Its not going now

What if, and hear me out here, the lightning theif went down the exact same way…. Except Percy was a year older. He’s still in the same grade since he got held back a year (which is it really that hard to believe? He’s Percy Jackson.) and somehow just assumed Grover knew. And he never says anything. He’s a year older than Annabeth and since he’s such a nice kid he doesn’t tease her. So she thinks their the same age because let’s be real, he probably doesn’t look more different then he would have.

Then when he finally heard the prophecy, everyone’s counting his age as if he’s a year younger and that’s when it hits him. They don’t know.

But not he’s too deep in the lie to back out. He’s too awkward to tell them. He doesn’t want to see their horrified faces so he stays quiet. Everyone thinks they have another year before the prophecy but Percy knows. And only he does. Maybe Chrion knows too but he doesn’t say anything. Then, the war starts early. Annabeth thinks the war will just last a full year. But Percy knows otherwise. When he finally ends the war, everyone’s relieved and thankful.

Until Annabeth mentions Percy is “Only 15.”. And Percy just kinda grabs her arms and whispers something in her ear. Dead silence follows.

Before Annabeth yells the biggest long string of curse words ever heard by demigods.