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Racism in the Magic World (Harry Potter)

NOT CANNON

Racism towards Muggle-borns and half-bloods surely arose very early on in the history of the magical world, perhaps due to the lack of knowledge they possessed, or the ego of magical families who had their own ways of doing things, and the lack of knowledge of those who did not have a magical heritage. But I definitely know that everything got worse with the witch hunts, not the ones known in the Muggle world, but those of the 10th century (since we know that Hogwarts was created at that time, and it was considered a dangerous era where Muggles hunted magical people more than ever. (One possible cause was the rise of Christianity, causing communities that worked together with magical people to betray them).

This persecution not only caused the death and extinction of many families in the magical world, but also Muggle families with magical descendants and the magical disease known as Obscurus. This caused panic not only among Muggles but also within the magical community itself.

The whole situation caused great concern for Muggles, and for half-bloods and Muggle-borns, because, due to the beliefs of their non-magical relatives, they could betray magical people thinking they were doing the right thing. At the same time, they would be the most notorious in the use of magic due to their lack of control and knowledge, making them one of the main victims of the witch hunt.

All this meant that not only were many magical offspring destroyed (perhaps causing the first mass extermination of the magical community), but fear and paranoia grew. Many claimed that Squib children were born after their mothers encountered Mugglesborns while pregnant, Others claimed that Obscurus were just another way for Muggles to steal magic to use for themselves, and it was even said that Obscurus were just failed attempts to inject external magic into the bodies of Muggle children, since very rarely had a ‘natural-born wizard or witch’ been seen as an Obscurus. This undoubtedly confirmed suspicions on a large scale, and so several wizards set out to hunt down Muggle-borns, saying that they were surely seeking access to ‘true magic’ so they could steal it.

This sparked a great massacre of Muggleborns, which did not cause their extinction due to magical connections between distant relatives, one-night stands with Muggles, or magic itself accessing a Muggle family heirloom, but it certainly caused a great rift. Even years later, when Hogwarts finally became known, Muggle-borns were the last to realise it. There were whispers, yes, clues, but at the end of the day they were also excluded and treated with distance in their early years at school. I have no doubt that it was Helga who finally convinced Rowena and Godric that they too would need help.

Not only that, but at that time Hogwarts was more of a refuge than a school itself. It did teach things, but only the basics needed to survive in the wild world of that era, with perhaps some extra knowledge from the founders and the occasional adult wizard who knew a particular type of magic, such as wand-making or alchemy. Something very common at that time that is not so common to see in the magical world today. At the same time, although wand-making was something of a black market activity and very difficult to obtain, knowing how to do it was always welcome because, although it was difficult to obtain the materials, it usually paid well, and being locked up with magical creatures and having wood at your disposal meant you could perform magic, even if you were emotionally unstable or magically exhausted, which was a great help in a pinch.

But all those estimates fuelled racism towards Muggle-borns and half-bloods.

At the same time, it is not the only type of racism that exists. It is very common in Europe to see magical racism, especially in methods or types of magic. It is well known that Great Britain has strict censorship of ‘dark magic,’ being one of the countries that in the past had one of the strictest censorships of magical creatures and beings alike, regardless of their rank or power. This also applies to various traditions. Although most believe that this was to better adapt to those Mugglesborns, many consider that some of it was due to the problem of ancient traditions, considering the behaviour of several British members towards foreign magic, such as that of Egypt or other countries. It is known that what is now known as a Horcrux resembles what the Egyptians did to protect and divide parts of their soul to reach the afterlife, or in Greece and the stories of heroes or monsters leaving their souls in vessels, and even fragmenting them to form more than one. Also, in medieval Europe and in alchemy itself, there is talk of achieving ‘immortality’ by splitting your soul with a sacrifice. As Dumbledore was knowledgeable about the history of Horcruxes, it is no surprise that he would seal away everything foreign that influenced him. At the same time, it is quite clear that although it was difficult to obtain information about that before Dumbledore, it was not impossible. It is believed that even the Blacks had information about the Horrocrux in their old family library.

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SPOILER CH 6

If Caine can REALLY control and modify the minds of the circus members (in the last episode he literally downloaded information into Jax's brain and in another episode he literally forced him to be vegan to continue the story)

then what if Caine gave Kinger his memory loss, like: you know a lot I'm going to silence you. Because we also saw how he created a DAMN BUTTERFLY that gave Ragatha a life and said he did it alone, without help from Caine .

WHO LITERALLY CONTROLS EVERYTHING AS FAR AS WE KNOW then Kinger HAS KNOWLEDGE, and that surely makes him dangerous.

Another theory (it´s meh) is that it's not that he might know, I mean obviously he knows, but I mean if you know the rules of the place you can do anything, EVEN find a way out, you just have to use cartoon logic. Because Kinger's thing was very cartoonish, like: oh yeah, I just have something to help you, let me get it OUT OF THE DAMN WILD.

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It's a screenshot. Apparently, I don't know if the drawing is too big or something, but I can't post it here. (I've already compressed it, and nothing works.)

But anyway, this drawing took me like 3 days or more, I don't know. It started all random with a baby doll's head with its spine sticking out, but then I just threw everything away and created this cfrazy art. I'd like to delete the recording frame, but my laptop broke and I lost the original file… D: f for me

software: Clip studio paint

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F for fish

I drew this yesterday in my English class. My school secretary liked it so much that she kept it. I took a photo and redrew it.

The original drawing is bigger, but for some reason I'm having trouble uploading it, maybe it's the resolution, the same thing happened to me with another drawing… ANYWAY, on Tuesday when I have classes again I will go and give her the printed drawing :D I hope she likes it

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Birdy Birdy little Birdy

i love birds!

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Tim – washing a coffee mug because he doesn’t want Alfred to find out how much he’s had in a single day (Aka: he’s got an interesting case and he won’t rest until it’s done) –: "Ugh, I splashed myself. Luckily, soap doesn’t stain."

Alfred, just passing by: "Young sir, how exactly does soap stain?"

Tim, too tired to realise it’s Alfred: "Depends... I mean, it could, right?"

Damian, who was with Alfred: "Don’t be deluded, Drake. Anything that cleans doesn’t stain."

Tim, blinking slowly at Damian: "HClO stains... so does it clean or does it dirty?"

Alfred: "I’d simply say it disinfects, young master. Time for bed."

Tim, staring at him: "No, because... it cleans, doesn’t it? Removes stains... I... oh shit. You’re Alfred."

Alfred: "Indeed, sir. Off to bed now. The case can wait."

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exploration goes wrong

It was a peaceful day, the sun was shining, and blooming spring flowers filled the garden of the mysterious mansion. Your friends decided not to come this time because during the winter, a group of occultists had tried to open a portal outside of "the simulation," causing a massive blackout that lasted all night. They were simply fans of the recently released movie: The Matrix Revolutions. You weren't afraid of the system, and you weren't about to miss a piece of news by recording something interesting, especially so you could brag in the future about going to a place "forbidden" by almost, if not all, adults in the city. You finished setting up your 2003 Sony Handycam DCR TRV 70 and entered the building. It was picturesque with graffiti, half abandoned over the years. You didn't know what it was before it closed, but many said it had been a laboratory, a prison, a hospital, and finally a school. The strongest rumors were that it was a disappearance room for those deemed dangerous by the government. They were thrown into a mysterious doorway and vanished forever. Pretty crazy, and a bit foolish, you reflected, looking at the typical "Get out of here" graffiti written on a wall. You continued walking, looking at the scattered soda cans, bags of snacks, and the occasional used condom. You couldn't help but grimace in disgust at the last bit, so you decided to move forward and go straight to the jewel of the place. The basement was where those occultists tried to break out of the "Matrix." No one yet knew what they had used to cause such a blackout, and the police, as always, hadn't said much. So you thought it would be a very good idea to try and find out.

"There's probably nothing there," you thought somewhat sadly, but decided that just going in here was worth it.

It was dark, as expected for a sonato, so you turned on your flashlight. It didn't illuminate much, but deep down, you allowed yourself to fall into the illusion that the light was more than enough for everything to look good on camera.

There were masks, boxes with things inside, most of them: vials with a reddish-brown liquid, some white, some pink, and some orange with golden veins. You decided it was a custom painting the occultists had ordered. Still, what caught your attention most was the large circle with symbols, codes, and numbers drawn in the center of the basement. The painting must have glowed in the dark or when it came into contact with the air because it was so well lit, you barely needed your poor flashlight to see. You moved closer and felt a breeze surround your back, making you shiver, and at that moment you swore you heard a whisper. "It's done."

You blinked for a second, thinking that out of the corner of your eyes you'd seen repeating numbers 1 and 0. You clutched your head after turning off and putting away your flashlight. "That was weird," you thought weakly, trying to push away the fog that had invaded your brain. "Why was I here?" Oh, you looked ahead, and everything was clearer again. You had to enter the circle. Your arm with the camera left its elevated position to simply relax as you took a step, and another. On the third, you frowned. Something was wrong, what was wrong?

Ah, yes. The camera was there to record. You positioned your arm to record properly, and walked. Soon you were inside the circle, and there you heard it, perfectly clear.

"Ornament" "Treasure" "Liberator" "Pride" "Sacrifice"

Crack

Something breaks, and suddenly you fall. Your brain tries to tell you that this isn't possible, even though you're in a basement, but the truth is as clear as day. You screamed the whole way, seeing the same strange symbols, numbers, religious references, and… Archon. That stuck with you, but before you could register what was happening, a voice whispered.

"If you want to escape, leave your human body and mind behind, become one with 2D, become one with 5D, and perhaps you'll belong in 7D."

A thought ran through you: Weren't we higher before?

Another voice said: Foolish humans beyond 7D after awakening their power and repeating the first condemnation that brought them to 3D? No way, we're not going to talk anymore.

Everything is gone, and you've changed. Box, cardboard, heart shape, code, and error, and before you, it appeared. Fears, whispers, sorrows, hell, and suddenly, they were gone. You blinked, surprised, seeing the light, and you felt loved and wanted. You cried for forgiveness, but there was no one to hear you, no one you could see. You looked at your body, nothing human except for a few pieces. "Shoe, leg, thigh, and a single working eye." You thought belatedly as you looked at yourself, and then realized you couldn't see anything on your right side. "Serve me and you'll see."

You accepted, but a light appeared, and you were saved. "You are not a God," you whispered to someone you couldn't see. "No, neither was the previous one. There are no gods out here, only incomplete rules for an even dumber human."

A light flickered from your center, and was ripped from its place. "A foolish human doesn't want a soul in this place."

You were locked away after passing through a mostly green portal. The place had four walls that didn't look like one at all. It was strange, like seeing myself in different universities and situations. Past, present, and future all in one place. It was incredible, yes, but also complicated. Error codes, alerts, numbers, everything filled the room, and at the edges of the walls and behind the portal wall lay the truth.

"You made a deal with a being. It's not a savior. It's not a speaker." An eye whispered in the distance.

"Now here you stay, with nothing to do. Its soul is gone, and so are your hopes," another murmured with a single, unhinged stare.

"We will devour you throughout this time, no matter the size, place, or location, you will be finished with us forever."

"Oh God," you thought, because you no longer had a mouth to scream or beg for mercy.

"There is no God in this place, you abandoned him, and this will be your doom."

Everything went dark, and you couldn't remember anymore. You don't exist, you don't feel, you don't sense where or how you arrived, but you are nothing more than a battery. You didn't even notice the camera following you throughout the project, which had mutated along the way, now becoming something much more powerful and faster. The rule was clear: everything that comes changes, for better or worse, you'll always be here.

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6 Months Without Monarch + Interview with the Heroine of Paris: “Ladybug” by MdM

It came as no surprise that after Monarch’s defeat, Paris could finally breathe again for the first time in years. Not only were there no longer Akumas posing a temporary but very real threat of death, but people could at last begin to express their emotions without the fear of being manipulated by an emotional terrorist. This led to an unprecedented rise in therapy sessions, more than ever before. While under Monarch’s rule therapists were focused on helping their patients suppress emotional responses to avoid falling under magical control, now they finally aimed to help them release the weight they had been carrying—years of fear, unspoken grudges, moral dilemmas, guilt over being akumatised, and memories of death and injury. Though the Miraculous Cure healed physical wounds, it never touched the mind, which made the situation even more bewildering—bodies were whole, yet minds took longer to realise they were safe.

Emilie was among the most frequent visitors, not just to therapists but also to psychiatrists and psychologists. She had been wounded several times by Akumas, lost limbs, fallen under illusions, and faced life-or-death situations several times a year. All of this manifested in multiple stress-induced disorders; when these peaked, both her body and mind forgot that the injuries she had suffered had already been healed. She relived every moment in an instant.

The only “good” part—though it’s unclear how much of a benefit it truly was—was that Monarch had never succeeded in akumatising her. According to Ladybug, this was because her mind wasn’t well enough to be controlled. “You can’t control a broken mind—it’s like trying to use a puppet without strings,” she said grimly, staring at the figure writhing in pain on a hospital bed. To anyone else, Emilie looked physically fine. The wounds she screamed about simply weren’t there.

She was a good person, said the staff at the psychiatric hospital (which in recent years had seen more temporary and permanent patients than ever before). Even her friends agreed—Emilie had always been a kind soul who studied lepidopterology. Whispers spread that Monarch had specifically targeted her so often because she’d offered to help Ladybug and Chat Noir track the butterflies he sent. “Unless Monarch’s running a massive butterfly farm for a species not native to Paris, they should return to him,” Emilie once said, after one of her closest friends was akumatised.

Darker rumours suggested she’d suffered so much not just for her resistance, but because she shared a name with the late Emilie Agreste—whom Monarch had been trying to save. It didn’t help that she was blonde as well.

But she wasn’t the only victim.

While everyone in Paris was a victim of Hawkmoth—or whichever ridiculous name he chose next—there are some cases, like Emilie’s, that became chronic and sadly, a bit repetitive.

Xavier Ramier is one of the best-known cases. After being akumatised so many times, he gradually withdrew from everyone. His family and close acquaintances say the more he was akumatised, the more isolated he became. These days, he is rarely seen.

Though Ladybug has confirmed that he’s safe, it’s obvious that his situation is far from healthy. Even months after the defeat of emotional terrorist Gabriel Agreste, he’s only been seen in public for brief moments. Local police have even been verbally assaulted by him for interfering when he feeds his pigeons.

There are many more victims worth mentioning. Some even “unregistered” from life—people who fled Paris in panic when Gabriel Agreste was reported in other parts of the world.

But in my opinion, the most tragic victim is his own son—Adrien Agreste.

After the revelation of Monarch’s identity, the Agreste brand plummeted within hours. People destroyed anything related to it—even posters of Adrien himself. Unfortunately, years of repressing emotion so thoroughly that one could barely feel anything exploded in a single night. In less than 24 hours, the Agreste mansion was destroyed. Thankfully, the child model wasn’t home that night—he was at the police station, being interviewed alongside his father’s personal assistant, Nathalie Sancoeur. She quickly confessed her involvement and denied that Adrien had any knowledge of, or role in, his father’s plans. Thanks to her statement and Ladybug’s own testimony, Adrien was released.

He was placed under the care of Chloé Bourgeois, who was considered the best candidate to ensure his protection.

Tragically, that very night, Adrien Agreste was found dead just three blocks from the ruins of his mansion. His condition was horrific—multiple wounds, his face nearly unrecognisable. It remains unknown why he left the house that night, or who his attackers were.

Thankfully, Ladybug herself is here to answer our questions—and those of the public:

MdM: So, when you requested this interview, you said you’d reveal why the late Adrien Agreste was found so close to his mansion.

Ladybug (serious, her expression vacant. One would think she’d be happier with her greatest enemy defeated. Her insect wings droop at her sides, brushing against the chair she requested): Yes… Well… It’s complicated, but there’s a very good reason why he… was there.

MdM: Alright. And what would that reason be? There are plenty of rumours—from trying to retrieve evidence against his father, to wanting to finish what his father started.

Ladybug (clenches her fists, jaw tightening, visibly tense. Her wings flutter, stirring a small breeze): That’s as far from the truth as it gets! Adrien just wanted to check something at the Agreste mansion—something the police hadn’t found yet.

MdM: You do realise that doesn’t sound very good for him, right?

Ladybug (shouting, standing abruptly and ruffling her hair. Her wings buzz so furiously they blur before my eyes. She spins to face me, barely restrained rage in her gaze. For a moment, as the interviewer, I was afraid): HE JUST WANTED TO SEE HIS MOTHER! Gabriel kept her in a state of stasis because he wanted to revive her using Chat Noir’s Miraculous and mine... It’s my fault—I told him— (she covers her mouth, fighting back tears) He… just wanted to see her again. He never knew she had really died. All this time, he was waiting for her to come back home.

MdM: So, you're saying his death was your fault. That if you hadn’t told Adrien—a civilian—he wouldn’t have gone out that night?

Ladybug (silent, then collapses back into her seat. Her shoulders slump, posture curled and uncertain. She looks at me with a blank face, but her eyes reveal how shattered she feels): He wasn’t a civilian…

MdM (leaning in, unable to catch her whisper): Sorry, I didn’t hear you.

Ladybug (slams the table, startling me. Looking down, I see what appears to be Chat Noir’s Miraculous): He… was Chat Noir. And what they did to him that night is unforgivable. They’re lucky I can’t be akumatised—otherwise, the moment I heard the news, Paris would have fallen.

MdM: Are you saying that the great hero of Paris—who fought thousands of Akumas for years—was killed by a group of angry citizens?

Ladybug (jaw clenched, quickly pockets the Black Cat’s Miraculous, standing up angrily to leave): I’m done.

MdM (standing with her, trying to stop her): Wait, it can’t end like this—I’m sorry for what I said. The people need to know…

Ladybug (pauses at the exit, body tense): He was just a young man. Emotionally abused by his father, still grieving the loss of his mother. The pressure, the pain, the constant emotional suppression—then learning that the villain he’d fought for years was his own father… It broke him. He didn’t know who he was anymore when I told him about his mother, down in the Agreste mansion’s basement. (She hesitates, hand still on the door handle. Her trembling shoulders betray her effort to hold back tears.) He didn’t know… until his kwami brought me the Miraculous that night. According to him, Adrien tried to defend himself… but after hearing what those people shouted at him, he ran—to tell his kwami to find me at sunrise and say this: “I’m sorry, My Lady, for being such a burden.” They found him not long after, I suppose.

MdM: Are you… saying he took his own life?

Ladybug: No one knows. According to his kwami, there were over twenty people there to attack him. Even if he had transformed, I doubt he would have fought back with full force. They were civilians, after all—and he always cared about that. He never wanted to look bad, because his reputation was always hanging by a thread. I just hope the ones who killed him regret what they did. And mark my words—I will find them, and they will face justice. (She opens the door and leaves the studio. Within moments, she is gone—flying away down the street.)

With all this, several questions have finally been answered. We can now confirm what we at this section of the paper always suspected: Adrien Agreste was never guilty. He was just another victim of Gabriel Agreste. I hope those responsible for ending his life feel deep remorse—and that they turn themselves in. If they don’t, I have no doubt Ladybug will drag them out of hiding herself.

– MdM

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I realized that I never adjusted Clip Studio and was drawing at less than 100 dpi.

aaah it´s look so much better

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1 base 2 artist

I'm in a drawing community, and two weeks ago they gave the challenge of drawing some bases together, and well, I participated

The red-haired furry is mine :D

It's not one of my best works, BUT it's what filled me with passion again! Not only in drawing, but in art itself! It's amazing what a simple participation in a challenge can do lol

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Omnitrix Ben AU - Albedo's Aftermath

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we are dead? (YEY)

Did you all know that if the Earth goes straight into a black hole we wouldn't realize it until it was too late? Because the signs are supposed to be tidal changes, earthquakes, and some changes in gravity (the latter before they were about to be devoured xd)

There are already changes in the tides (yes, the tides change, but unusual changes have been detected) as well as in the rotation of the Earth (something that we would also notice when we get closer to the black hole). Well, the earthquakes and all that, well, few people would notice it, taking into account that the norm per year is about 500 thousand earthquakes

So, TECHNICALLY we could be going into a black hole and not realize it No, I remember that in 2023 or 2024 there were more than 7 earthquakes in a row around the world(in 2-4 days) In addition, areas where there should not be an earthquake have reported slight movements (4.2) for several years The fact is that people who monitor and record earthquakes take them into account after magnitude 6. So even if someone tried to search one of the official lists, we wouldn't really notice much

Gaia BH1 is the closest black hole to the earth It is 1560 light years away, BUT we see it as it WAS 1560 years ago, what if all this time it has simply been getting closer and since we see things as they were before we don't realize it?

:D Soooo we are dead YEEEI

(aliens in the future: humanity was so blind. They didn't even know they were going to die until it was too late.)

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Humans are devourers of worlds will have a digital book!

At first, it was going to be a one-shot, then I thought about a story without much of a timeline in an AO3 series, and now it's finally going to be a full book on wattpad.(drafts and short stories will be uploaded here and on ao3 -eon160-)

Summary: Humans manage to establish contact with the Galactic Union and, as a token of their first encounter, they take their new allies to the world Kovit-02, as these beings had been in contact with humans since the very beginnings of their species. The first humans arrive on their planet, among them, the scientist Carlos Rodriguez and he begins to notice certain peculiarities, not in the aliens, no, but within his own kind. In his search for the truth, he sets out not only to learn everything he can from their new foreign allies, but also, perhaps, to uncover some truths about humanity and maybe even about Earth itself.

Just by reading the title of this blog, we know that humans are essentially world-eaters. That's not to be denied. But the path is one of self-discovery, of learning about new species, how they affect Earth in both negative and positive ways, and the evolution of an entire planet to form something completely new.

Ah, yes. Carlos is AroAce. Luckily for him, that term is well-known among his closest future friend's species (most of his planet is AroAce), making this friend the kindest alien he'll ever meet in his short human life (as for that particular alien: humans hold their loved ones in very high regard; don't let that statement make you look down on the other members of the galactic union).

cover for the book:

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There are butterflies native to France that, while not too resembling akumas, are similar, and I'm sure that would cause a great deal of conflict for several Parisian citizens. The butterflies in question: Limenitis reducta, Celastrina argiolus, and Polyommatus bellargus. The most similar is Polyommatus bellargus, because yes. Look at it.

Now, what I think will be the most famous butterfly in Paris is: Cupido alcetas.

This is how I imagine a purified akuma, completely beautiful and delicate. And although they aren't native to Paris (but they are in the rest of France), I like to think it's becoming very popular because Alya makes a video about butterflies, because people panic when they see one and simply squash them, run away, or something like that.

The video would be like: recognize your Akuma, which butterflies to run away from, and which ones not to destroy.

It would be really nice if someone opened a butterfly sanctuary after the miracle butterfly is returned and this would gradually help people overcome that fear.

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An old meme I did for shit and giggles a few years ago. The meme was originally from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia".

An extreme reaction from Danny, but it's also Vlad so... Lol

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humans are world devourers 2 (sketch)

its not finished

I can't believe I've been at this for over six months, and nothing. Oh God.

...............

‘The human body is subject to an exchange of electrical potential difference between the atmosphere and the earth, that is, it is constantly traversed by electrical charges that it then absorbs and expels.’

-University of Valencia

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Carlos Rodriguez, a human with round glasses, wavy brown hair, and dark skin from the United Nations of Humanity, was very fascinated by the environment in which he found himself, and above all by being the first human to make contact with another world. It wasn't thanks to his contacts, no, (many told him that, he had no contacts) there was a contest among the seven tied in the tests and he had come out on top. That was a great achievement, no matter what his family said. They were on Earth and he was here, on this beautiful planet made of the same stars. Admitted humans must take a daily pill to be able to interact not only with living beings, but with the planet itself. Without that pill, a human or any physical being would simply pass through everything and be lost in space. Which was a little scary, but he had to be strong.

‘Physical changes such as unexpected hunger came to an end as soon as I entered this planet. As expected, the beings around me felt tired when they saw me for the first time, and it is still the same 27 days later. The days on the matter-energy separator ship were hard. There was nothing to do, and the meals seemed insufficient. They had little life or energy in them. It felt like I was eating air.’

He paused as he made his report, the screen in front of him flickering. Carlos hadn't thought about it, but it did feel like eating air. It filled his stomach but didn't fill him at all. It was intriguing, and everything scientific in him wanted more.

‘The other 15 humans have shown the same symptoms, losing muscle fat, and some even showed signs of severe malnutrition and have been treated by the galactic council of this planet. A rapid improvement is expected. The inhabitants have not yet found a possible cause or cure for our fatigue or hunger, not really, but I have a theory that I cannot share until I have more data.’

He dismissed the request for information. He had already read the available information and there was nothing, nothing to indicate that humans fed on environmental energy except for the aliens being tired and hungry while in a ship that isolated them from external energy. It was known that humans derive energy from their food, and they could exchange and use it according to esoteric science, but apart from that, nothing else, it was frustrating.

—

—So Carl, may I call you Carl? —

—Car, that's fine— The joking tone went unnoticed by the constellation of stars and galaxies in front of him, which simply wrote the preference in the air. Carlos found it fascinating how every being on this planet was a solitary star like the suns, which Carlos swore had some kind of gravity, what appeared to be planets, or simply constellations, galaxies and stars. it was like seeing micro universes in front of him, only they were very tall compared to humans.

‘Very well, sir... Car...’ He seemed unsure of how to pronounce it, which was fine, because to humans their language was music and random instruments with varied explosions. ‘Follow me this way and I'll take you to see our scientists. In general, we are very concerned about your feeling of hunger that persists despite your own time.’

Of course, they did not feel time at all. They were almost eternal beings, ending when their stars stopped shining, but they did not count down the days until their death. No. They simply lived and left happily, their death leaving behind another of their own kind. Carlos couldn't help thinking about all those translated books he had read. He had even asked for extras and knew that the science here was more magical than human science, but even so, it was incredible, something completely new to learn.

‘Yes, our people too.’ He let his eyes wander around the facilities. It was like looking at abstract paintings and made his brain ache, but it was all a unique opportunity. ‘We are very concerned that this will happen in more worlds, not only with your people. Although all the species we have encountered so far do not show great signs of fatigue, we realised that this varies depending on the time they spend with a human and the state of the human.’

The starry being, which reminded the human of the Andromeda galaxy, looked at him. It had no eyes, but he felt its presence simply focusing on his own being, causing a slight chill that his mind quickly filed away for later. ‘That's a difficult subject, but we hope our scientists can satisfy your hunger for knowledge.’

Carlos stammered, unable to say a word. Was it considered rude to look at everyone and everything? Had they found out about his ‘night-time’ outings to take notes on the environment and its people?

‘There is nothing to regret or feel humiliated about. We are here to deal with the area of knowledge. We will guide you and your people in whatever you desire.’

Carlos couldn't help but feel embarrassed...

will continue in the future

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ok, i'm going to write a fanfic soon (it's 1:38 am then, either i start it now and finish when i wake up or i start it from 0 when i wake up ok?)

CHAN CHAN BATFAMILY with some superbat

summary: In a league mission batman is bewitched, not with a truth serum, that all see his worst fears no, but to take away what makes him BE batman. Some thought it would be his knowledge of combat, others the experience his physical body had (muscle memory, strength, agility) no one but himself knew the truth, without a self control, a barrier that not only shut down his emotions (making him emotionally drained) but also made him himself, gave him the will to follow his ideals and not just act on his impulses.

THEN you, if you, if you are interested and you see that in maybe 12 hrs I don't upload anything, LET ME KNOW. because my damn neurodivergent brain might forget about this idea like the other millions I have had in the night. thanks.