#humans are eldritch horrors

[nopennyallthoughts]

One thing that I am 100% convinced would send an alien into cardiac arrest is sweating.

It sounds stupid but think about it: apart from horses, humans are the only species on earth that can sweat so it's not a far stretch to believe it would be incredibly rare in extraterrestrials as well.

Just imagine, one day the AC in the main engine room is broken and everyone starts panting like crazy because of the heat, but the human? Just keeps working like usual? It's not like they aren't affected by the heat at all, but they aren't breathing quite as hard as the rest and everyone thinks ahh yes, humans must have extreme durability to heat coming from that death planet. And then. The human starts melting?!?? And suddenly everyone is panicking because their human is leaking all sorts of important nutrients, metals and water out of every pore - are they dying? Surely this cannot be normal!

And the human has to explain that, no they are perfectly healthy and yes it is actually just the human body's way of cooling itself down and no they don't think it's "the coolest thing ever!!", wait till it starts to smell!

[colorfuldreamjester]

so, i've fallen down the "humans are weird" rabbit hole, and i couldn't help but notice most of it is about how humans are just really durable, adorable, friendly, how we'd pack bond with anything, about how we have such a hive-mind and empathy and determination to survive when things get rough, how we could survive things most other aliens would die from, how we could eat stuff that would poison other aliens, how we inject ink into our skin and pierce it with pieces of metal and drink toxic substances for the sake of entertainment..

it's always human defences and endurance

but i never see people talking about human **aggression**

like, imagine a spaceship happens to have several humans on it even if most residents are alien species, and two of the humans get in a fight.

and i'm not just talking physical, i'm sayin' all kinds of fights.

imagine if two humans got in a serious screaming match and genuinely hurt a few of the alien species sensitive to loud sounds as they watch, flabbergasted at how the two are literally yelling in each-other's faces without breaking a sweat or getting tired from it, while one of the sound-sensitive aliens literally passed out because it was SO loud

or imagine them simply being in shock after interacting with humans for a long time and having this image in their head of humans being so friendly and able to get along with anything and anyone, including stabby, or any predatory, aggressive species we just so happen to find cute. that image getting completely shattered seeing two of the humans they're friends with showing clear anger and aggression in a display they could only describe as "terrifying" in the most visceral sense of the word

or two humans getting in an actual physical fight, and here's where the *several* humans on ship part comes into play,

so the two are duking it out in a violent display of pure hatred while other humans, amused and thoroughly entertained by the violence that would already have put any of the less durable aliens out of commission gather around the fighting pair and start ominously chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"

prior, the aliens hadn't dared intervene or get any closer because either way they recognized it as a danger

meanwhile some humans JOIN IN for absolutely no reason and it becomes a full on riot

and the aliens just stare like ?????

confused at why they'd find it so endearing, at why they'd literally join for no reason at all, horrified by even just a punch to the gut because to some of the more vulnerable aliens that's their equivalent of literally getting an organ ripped out of them and somehow STILL fighting and then ripping out an organ out of the opponent themselves

and most of all, if humans are capable of befriending aggressive, large predatory beings and getting along with practically everything,

what from the fresh pits of hell triggered two *humans* to fight *each other* of all creatures?

(that is, assuming aliens don't have much knowledge of our history, wars, politics, etc of course.)

[beechaotic]

Imagine humans are the only ones with dark humor.

Like, aliens just DONT joke about that shit. And humans just pull up like,, “I’m bouta hit the south tower mfers!”

And then they make a dark joke about Holocaust, and aliens are just HORRIFIED. Just imagine that. It would be funny.

[watch-that-old-fire]

The human body is a strange thing when it’s sick most of it solutions are basically just you playing a high stakes game of chicken with death. Like a fever you are cooking the sickness in hopes that it cooks and dies faster than your brain does.

[plaidpyjamas]

What do you guys think aliens would think of humans/terrans/dearhworlders/whatever you wanna call us - who not only like horror, but feel soothed by it.

People who fall asleep to livestreams of scary stories because it relaxes them

[just-stalking-posts-for-the-lols]

HUMANS ARE WEIRD:

So, what if aliens came to earth or humans are on alien spaceships. The aliens find out about how loud human voices get get in both volume and pitch. They ask the humans if they are able to break anything with their voices alone and the humans get excited and are all like:

"yeah!! We can shatter glass with our voice if it's the right pitch! We can even 'see' sound waves if it's loud enough!"

And the aliens are like:

"Sorry. See? Sound?? What can't you do!!! Y'all must be the loudest on your planet."

And the humans are just like:

"loudest? Oh no. That title goes to the sperm whale. Ya know! The sperm Whale can vibrate a human to death because they are so loud? Even at half the volume of a sperm whale's clicking is capable of making a human go deaf!"

And the aliens just sit there like

".......... WHAT!!!"

[greatkittydream]

Story idea tell me what you think.

Human gets sent to another world

without humans. But has all the other classic fantasy races like orcs elves dwarfs You know the classics. Except they all have shit stamina and the only species that comes close to the Humans ability to eat anything is basically just the dwarfs.

Anyways main character gets picked up by the classic cass of one of One of each species or something. Along the way they figure out all the intriguing little things about humans about Good at just about everything but not perfect at anything.

Example the dwarf Starts crying saying mood Kendred. Because the human enjoys seasoning as much as he does and he's not alone any more. They rolled into a town and he Rented out to the local blacksmith to Constantly Push up and down on the bellows to make the furnace hotter.

He gets there opinion if he should go clean shave or grow a beard and the dwarf and the elf start arguing about what would work best for them.

If the orc and the human start bonding over fighting sports and the similarities and their cultures.

What do you guys think. Basically humans are work horses That can work way longer than other species.

[the-writings-of-kaos]

The blessing of a human soul

“Have you ever considered the humans, Second-Wing?”

The two ethereal beings floated gently through the galaxy, though it might be a stretch to call flying thirty to forty times the speed of light to be gentle. The younger being look at his older, trying to remember which semi sentient species his older was referring to.

“Oh yes, the scavengers descended from tree dwelling bipedal-quadrapeds. They were on… Sol-3 correct?”

“That is correct Second-Winged, I visited them recently, I’ve discovered some interesting about their nature. They are like us Second-Winged, though they are also different… they are winged but also flightless, very odd.”

Second-Winged slowed to a stop, entering real space again, while his older sibling stopped next to him. Unlike his older sibling, who was namelessness and had a featureless unblemished orb like form, Second-Winged resembled a hexagonal, yet rounded prism that had no edges but maintained flat uniform surfaces in six ornately patterned faces, with two pairs of wings; one pair was small and protruded from his ‘back’ and the other was large and fanned out, as it protruded from his ‘under belly’ like an enormous rudder to steer in the inky black of space. It still confused him how his nameless older maintained his featureless shape, despite being so much older and more grown than he was; the older siblings lack of features were a clear sign of stunted growth.

“You said the humans were winged yet flightless… are you sure that is what you intended to say?”

“Hmm… is it more accurate to say they are in the process of becoming like us? But seem unable to ascend.”

Second-Winged thought carefully, shifting his wings as he thought. Perhaps he could help his older? If his older was to mature at all, his older would have learn from him, though after all these years it seemed like a hopeless endeavour.

“Very well my older, let's travel to the humans, you can show me what intrigues you so.”

The older’s form began to shift slightly, a pit began to sink from the top of the older’s orb like form. Until it sank all the way through, turning the older into a hoop like ring. With the help of the space bent by his older, second wing slipped through the hoop, coming out the other side in the orbit of human space, his older regaining his orb like shape behind him and closing the self contained wormhole.

Second-Winged eyed the planet, denoting it was a number of varied colours, a nitrogen oxide atmosphere with an oddly distinctive amount of synthetic carbons present in the atmosphere; perhaps the planet had just come out of cold spell. Looking closer he could make up many many humans, but nothing appeared out of place.

“Older sibling, I see nothing off about these mud covered humans. They walk the lands sure, most every place on the planet has a human nearby, but they are only barely attaining ascension, they still rely on the structures of nature to shelter their little forms.”

“Shush Second-Winged, look… there.”

The older sibling’s form shifted slightly as… a large eye took shape on the forward curve of the orb, blinking open as it stared. Somewhat shocked by the odd new feature his older had developed, he looked where his older was staring. He saw a group of humans, building a small ornate shrine next to their small shelter, as Second-Winged began to feel a soft warmth wash over him and his older, as the feelings of a mere humans wishful intentions began to invade his mind.

“What- what did the humans just do?”

He scrambled, trying to shield the… ‘prayers’ from his mind.

“They asked of us their true desires.”

Looking to his older- no, it would be more accurate to call him by his new name, Seraphim, second winged could only watch as his older brother spread his wings, many hundreds of thousands of eyes opening along the many hundreds of rings spinning with his original eye at their over lapping centre. The spread wings began to drop dandruff, as the prayers of tens of thousands of humans were granted. As if a fire fed with a tiny droplet of gas, the soul energy practically erupted from the planet, from the earth, pushing Second brother back slightly, as Seraphim stood still, unfazed.

“Human souls are wonderful brother, they have the power to change.”

Fearing for his life now, and terrified at the seemingly hypnotized words of his brother, he ran, as fast as he possibly could, as any sane ethereal ought to.

“Human souls have the power to change, to change themselves, and others.”

The dauntless Seraphim stood watch, as more ‘Angels’ joined him, they were forever changed by humanity, and likewise forever chained to them.

———

A bit more of a religious idea, the idea that the angels came to us rather than having played part in our creation is interesting to me. This work isn’t a ploy against or for any one religion, even if it goes against whatever you may believe in; it's simply a work of artist freedom to create.

Have a wonderful day! And I’ll see you all another day.

[mikami1992]

A group of space slavers have just lost contact with a section of the spaceship...

To be exact, the area where he has the most valuable merchandise...

...including the group of human teenagers they got on their last raid....

When they manage to open the doors of the lost zone, they notice some things... there is no power,  only the emergency lighting in the place... neither can anyone see or hear anything...

they take their weapons firmly and enter the corridor....

just a few meters from the door... it closes and locked...

the speakers start to work, playing the song...

[coffeenonsense]

Okay okay hear me out:

The only two reasonable explanations for why Desire did not try and fuck around with hob gadling while dream was in the fishbowl are either:

1. Desire doesn't know who hob is, which, considering hob & dream's six centuries of slowburn centennial dating and Desire periodically checking up on dream so they can enact Plans Of A Devious Nature, seems unlikely

OR

2. Other supernatural/eldritch/indescribable beings have Tried It before with Hob Gadling and Dream's response was so intensely, catastrophically horrifying that everyone, including Desire, knows to leave the weird immortal English man to his business. Yeah, they know he's Just A Guy. Yes, he is, in fact, pathetically, almost insultingly easy to kidnap or hurt or ransom or what have you. DO NOT.

[zoriety]

This is my child CalūptraE-9! Name designated by port authority. These things endanger deep sea sebaceous oil rig drilling to suck at the oil reserves. Heavily armed ships arrive to disrupt them and send them packing to the depths

[beechaotic]

Imagine human’s variety of fiction is weird amongst the galaxy. Like, just the wide range of fiction genres is weird. Every other species has like, one genre that they write (probably historical fiction) and that’s it. Other genres are unheard of. But then humans come in with their seven hundred different genres and sub genres and the galaxy is just baffled.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Ninjavember Days 6-12

[phoenixcatch7]

In the possessed doll au, Bruce is definitely a creepy kid.

This is, after all, a haunted au.

He looks like a 'murdered victorian child' kid. Even before he watched his parents die.

Like, very big pale blue eyes. Significantly more striking /pos as a smiling adult than a perpetually blank faced unblinking child. He looks like he knows how you die. Pale skin, ink black hair traditionally styled, big dark lashes to frame those uncanny eyes. Just the hint of eye bags.

Alfred in any timeline has a spine of steel, but there must have been at least once when he was woken up in the night to a tiny shape staring unblinkingly deep into his eyes and thought 'I am going to die'. Normal kids are absolutely terrifying to wake up to, as any parent will attest, but imagine being an ex military spy now butler living alone on the most cursed land you've ever imagined, taking care of the only kid after your employers, his parents were brutally murdered, and suddenly you jolt awake in the middle of the night to see two enormous eyes less than a foot from your face, two engorged dots for pupils, staring, still as stone into your very soul.

Bruce, hushed because it's bedtime: Mr Alfred I threw up :(.

Alfred, trying to calm his thundering heart and not reflexively shoot his ward, dizzy from the sudden adrenaline from deep sleep rush, not letting himself freak out in front of the boy:.............................. Oh dear. That's not good.

Bruce, still not blinking or looking away: :(((

Wayne manor is a setting from a murder mystery at night, and it's not Bruce but Alfred that's the main character.

Perhaps, he thinks, it was always going to end this way. Not because of fate, but because the characters of the play would not know themselves to act otherwise.

@puppetmaster13u may I present?

[monstersmashorpass]

SMASH OR PASS: Cthulhu, H. P. Lovecraft Novel: Call of Cthulhu

[Art Credit: Andrée Wallin]

[greatkittydream]

The creature from the dungeon 4

“Thinking” ‘talking’ (righters input) Important/ very noticeable

Jacob pov

Jacob was currently resting up against a tree using the cloak as a sun shield for him and the girl. while he doesn't feel safe in this area he knows that he needs to take a break.

After that last minute run he's afraid he may have pulled something. there's a constant aching pain towards his thigh.

His arm, the one he used to stop the marble door also hurt probably a hairline fracture, if he's going by self diagnosis. He's currently trying to keep his arm as straight as possible. Using a bunch of sticks he's found and some Rags from the bags he stole as a makeshift cast.

Leaning forward sighing as he looked to his right. The small girl was currently playing in the sand without a thought in her mind. She doesn't know how close they came to death. nor does she probably care.

“Okay Jacob we're in some high fantasy bullshit, you more than likely have several torn muscles and a broken arm. And you can't afford to stay here for much longer because you'll run out of food. Why does life have to be so difficult? ".

Swinging his head back with tremendous Force knocking it into the tree for getting how much strength he has .Grasping on to the back of his head letting out a.

‘FUCK’.

As the tree shook a coconut fill landing on his head.

‘BITCH’.

looking over to his right he saw the coconut, a smile appeared on his face quickly reaching over to grab it. He pulled it close to him and he began peeling it, pinching at the skin and pulling it off.

'Now if only I had a way to crack open the coconut, oh wait I do thank you small child for the murder weapon’.

Smiling happily as he grabbed the rock next to him he had used as a murder up in moments ago. He raised the coconut into the sky and smashed it down onto the Rock unlike what he expected.

what would have normally taken him a few hits completely shattered the coconut during him and coconut milk, shell and flesh.

Deep breath in deep breath out.

'Okay motherfucker you want to play hardball?’

Looking up to the palm tree he saw at least a dozen more coconuts growing, unlike the normal fashion there growing more like grapes on a vine than an actual coconut tree.

Using his good hand he backed fist the tree shaking it as two more coconuts fell down. The Girl by this point had looked over to him and curiosity.

Thinking for a moment he just searched for the girl to come here as he grabbed the two coconuts that fell near him. As she approached him he had it the same next to him gesturing for her to sit down.

When she sat down he handed her a coconut in Jester to the rock. Not quite understanding what he's meaning she drops it and then picks up the Rock.

Shaking his head then putting the coconut back in her hand he guides her hand over the coconut as he raises it up then slams it down very gently. Getting what he's gesturing she does repeatedly until it cracks open.

With curiosity she looks inside seeing pale flesh and Milky water. living in an ecosystem more comparable to forests of Europe than a tropical climate she's Probably never seen a coconut before.

Taking a guess at this given the stereotypes of elves. Jacob pinches off a bit of the flesh and eats it. Seeing her idle do it she does the same. Her ears begin to wiggle.

She began ranting in a very high-pitched voice picking more flesh clean as she ate into her coconut. Jacob looking over his own. Now having to take into account his greater physique and apparent durability.

Raises his middle finger to just above the coconut then Jabs down quickly creating a small hole. raising the whole to his mouth drinking the coconut milk. The little girl next to him does the same out of her miniature Bowl.

After he made sure to get every drop out he put his two thumbs into the hole he created and then split it into half. he started eating the coconut flesh.

soon Jacob began to sing.

‘Take Me Home, Country Road, to the place I belong’.

When Jacob pause to take another bite of his coconut a peculiar thing happened from the small child next to him.

‘Tace Me Hame, Cooun, try Raad, to the plece I beloog’.

Ha, haa, haahaahaaaa.

Jacob went into a hysterical laughter, somehow hearing this small child try and mess up to mess up one of his favorite songs was just the funniest thing to him at that moment.

Before pausing to think of the implications. quickly turning to face the child and shove a thumb to his chest he said out loud.

‘Jacob.’

In response.

‘Acob’.

Shaking his head

‘Ja-cob’.

‘Ja-cob’?

A smile appeared on Jacob's face quickly grabbing a chunk of coconut shell he pointed towards it.

‘Coconut’

And thus Jacob began partaking in the ancient tradition of teaching English to people who have no idea how to speak it.

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Ada

Ada and the rest of her group were currently on the 160th floor. They had burned through every possible healing spell.

Every stamina spell, any other enhancement spell in order to get to floor 160. They were run ragged not a moment of rest was given until now.

Fact the smug bastard had snapped his fingers as his minions brought him out a stool to sit on.

‘you all may rest’.

Ada and her party collapsed in an unprideful manner. They had long since abandoned Noble Pride after entering the dungeon.

Covered in small cuts and breezes collapsed in a heap next to each other. taking in deep breaths whenever possible.

The entire group was looking at vect with murderous eyes. The entire time vect just looked at them as if this was the most entertaining thing in the world. Turning his head to his underlings.

‘Well, what are you waiting for set up our tents’.

The lap dogs did as their Master commanded, pulling out the tinting supplies needed for his much too expensive mobile home. The only good thing about this current situation is that they are making their way towards Aafje.

It made her blood boil thinking of what those bastards are doing to her sister. She swears upon all the gods when she ever gets out of this and protects her sister she will skin their dicks. And make them plead for death.

Then she'll spank her sister's posterior so bad it will match the Red Sands of the sacred desert in color. The bubbling rage in her was overshadowed by concern for her sister though.

As the group solely lost their ragged breath they huddled together. Lionheart was the first to try and make a fire. unlikely for him he wasn't a Dragonborn with fire breath.

So they had to settle for the old rub two sticks together method which raxs took up. Stone for his part was studying the movements of their captors.

Lionheart spoke up.

‘So am I the only one here thinking that they're actively throwing us into Danger’.

Stone responded.

‘no, I've been thinking the same thing and I know damn well why. They're throwing us head first into danger to keep us weak. So when we do meet up with the other dogs we will still be on their leash. I mean why the bloody hell would they be forcing us to go at this insane rate’.

As much as she hated to admit it. It was a smart plan to force the stronger people you have prisoner to fight your battles, whittle down their strength until there more manageable. Conniving bastards.

‘So how are we going to get out of this?’.

Raxs asked as the fire just started to come to life.

Ada put in her response

'It's simple I was dead on target when it comes to they're inexperienced in the dungeon. will either trip them up at a boss room. Or get some healing item dropped along the way that they wouldn't know about. when my sister can be rescued then is when we spring our trap. Until then we will be patient. ’

A cold thought out plan sprung from her despite the seething rate she was fully composed. Or at least that's what she told her if it wasn't for the fact that that bastard might be the only way to get her sister out of here safely he would have been dead by now.

‘What about floor 195 they've got a miniature town setup down there’.

Stone input.

Lionheart was the one to answer his question.

‘Well if their leader is pushing us this hard it's safe to assume the other guys are as well. Even if they're severely under level they can still sneak and drift past the monsters if they're smart about it’.

‘I'm still not satisfied with this, Aafje is in too much danger and there's too many variables for us to just hope for it to pan out, I say we double time it to get down there quicker.’

Raxs said being a voice of Worry. Despite coming from a heavily militarized Society one of the few things the Orcs honored more than Marshall prowess is family. If a orc considers you family they will put your safety Above All Else.

Ada was in agreeance, but she knew logic came before Hope.

‘look I know your heart's in the right place but we can't just rush these things. I mean what do you think's going to happen, some magical Beasts are going to save my sister. and abandoned Heroes will come along to help them. this isn't a fairy tale. So we'll just need to tough it out through the worry.’

Her scathing comments hurt Raxe and despite knowing she didn't mean to her in it still did. she took a deep breath in and began apologizing. who knows maybe if she hoped some Heroes would help her sister.

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Floor 183 is a gladiatorial pit home to the minotaurs. Beasts with a Bull's Head in a body similar to that of an Orc minus the green skin.

They hold tremendous strength, able to hack apart entire Spearman formation in a matter of seconds. shock troops of the highest order.

Swoosh scrunch BAM

And in a single swing I'm going to tell her was cleaved in half. The culprit was none other than a beastman.

Beastmen are fundamentally different from minotaurs although some unknowing May lump them in the same category there are some major differences.

For starters beastmen are sentient and come in a variety of shapes and colors. let's use the one that turn to this Minotaur into a chopped log as an example.

A mountain goat variant well basement typically live more towards the deserts of the world; it's not uncommon to find small populations here there in different climates.

Standing at 8 ft tall with digitigrade legs that end in hoofs. moving up the body you'll see a list that is very similar to that of a human's just with more rugged fur and thick muscle.

Moving up to the arms they are shockingly similar to that of a human aside from some key differences. For example they have much less rotation in their arms. in exchange they have a greater degree of musculature and back leading into their shoulders forearms, biceps, Etc.

While not all basement or lumbering beasts of muscle that use their fists far more than their brains that is the common stereotype. especially for the colder climatid ones.

Moving on to the top of the head it's exactly as you would imagine that of the mountain goats aside from the set of horns being a bit more bumpy giving it a more Spike appearance. that and a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

Another Minotaur was charging from behind with a large Stone Club raised above its head about to slam down. starting a spin at the waist leading into the arms and finally kicking off of the legs it launched out at attack with one of its hatchets.

A thick Burly thing that had more in common with a slab of iron than it did a proper short axe thick head which must have been 4 inches across in 10 in in height this Beast blade covered the wooden handle protecting the hand while allowing for more chopping power weighing dozens of pounds. this weapon would have been next to impossible to use for a normal person.

Burning the hands of this Beast Man it cut through the air as if it were a child's toy when it made contact with the club it already shattered it having the forward momentum to keep going it first made contact with the snout of the bull headed man. going completely through the skull severing it from the rest of its body showering the Beast Man and blood.

Unfortunately for this Reckless Berserker another bull man had already started its charge and was about to gut him from the side.

The Minotaur would finally be able to say it's bloodlust until a Sky Piercer spear stabbed the Beast through its stomach before lifting it by the Stab Wound and throwing it into the stands of the abandoned Coliseum.

A sky piercer spear is similar to that of a halberd except it has a longer point for the spear tip. And the end of the ax bit ends in a curve similar to that of a bill hook.

looking up the pole arm what you'll see is not what's commonly expected. a skeletal hand was gripping it rapidly moving up the body. you will see a giant skeleton 7 ft tall easy.

With a thick snort steam exited to the mountain goats nose and a satisfied smile was upon his face. He turned to his friend and spoke.

‘Hay Red, Why are we here again? Not that I mind spilling blood but this place is pretty empty. I don't think you're going to find another fragment here.’

A surprisingly light voice sounding more akin to that of a teenage boy than a beastial man.

‘One's here I feel it we just need to keep going lower besides won't your God be happy for this bloodshed’

The skeleton replied in a deep voice that sounded like gravel going through a concrete mixer.

‘heh got me there’

With a shrug of his arms he simply dropped his hatchets before sitting down watching as the body slowly turned back into Mana to be reabsorbed by the dungeon. Turning to his friend red he looked at his friend and pity.

Being forced to claw through the world to find pieces of your soul just to find memories of who you once were.

Red wasn't even his name. Red Hare it's just the last thing he remembers before winding up and that Undead body of his.

Every piece of his soul he finds he gets shards of memories from what he's gathered; he was some type of great warrior that was feared by many. although the faces of those he fought are always shrouded.

One thing always stands out to him though he remembers being hanged to death and that's it. He decided to give some words of encouragement to his lifelong friend.

‘Well if it's any consolation those memories probably ain't worth crap now you're a new person, who you were is probably not the same as you are now, and if all else fails I wouldn't mind becoming an undead to stay with you someone has to keep you company.’

With the grin on his face he could tell his friend was smirking, sitting down and hitting his shoulder. The two simply took in a moment to appreciate the spectacle before them.

Watching monsters dissolve back into Mana was always a beautiful thing. Well he did follow a god of violence he could also enjoy the Finer Things such as the array of colors and fractaling Light that came from strong beasts magic died.

‘Thank you hedre.’That's all that needed to be said for him to know it meant a lot.

“I guess the only thing left to do now is to go deeper, I wonder if I'll get to take anymore trophies it's been a while since I've gotten a good skull”.

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6 hours later

Jacob pov

“After me and squeaks impromptu lunch and rest I'm actually feeling much better the pain is pretty much gone in my leg. I can't say the same for my arm though. does feel better though so that's a plus. I've decided that now is as good a time as any to begin our ascensions again”.

Standing up with squeaks next to him he began stretching and feeling out his limbs aside from the broken one.

He felt limber enough to continue on and he doesn't want to stay in this room anymore than he has to.

Seeing the cabin is just five more Islands away from them. He's fairly confident they can make it.

Jumping into the air to see how high his vertical can go. bending his knees and riding his jump he launches off the ground. to his utter Fascination and disbelief he reaches the height of the palm trees easily 20 ft.

‘Well damn, this will make island hopping easier I could just fucken skip half the distance’.

The squeaks was being cute again jumping about ears wiggling doing exasperated hand movements. with a chuckle he Emotion for her to come over.

Squeaks had gotten very used to what he was planning and the smile on her face couldn't be any brighter. Running over faster than he even thought she was capable of and making a leap of faith jumping onto his lower back before shimmering up.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and pointing forward she said something in her weird language. But he could figure go fly my steed.

Getting into a runner's position digging his rubber Croc into the sand getting ready to spring off into a Sprint jump. Each island had roughly a hundred feet of distance he could clear maybe 50 to 60 of that the rest would be a chest deep Jog and water surrounded by potentially deadly predators.

Well normally this would be very fucking stupid he had his old friend with him Mr murder Rock. and not to mention most of the beasts have left by now going back to deeper waters having lost interest in them.

He began his Sprint picking up speed to a pace similar to that of a world class athlete then slowly speeding past that into superhuman territory easily hitting 30 mph at its peak before he ran out of Running Room.

He jumped clearing 70 ft before hitting the water, and all his grandiose planning he forgot one major detail the harder you hit water without breaking the surface the more like concrete it becomes and holy shit it was a rough Landing.

Breaking the water and bending his knees immediately put a strain on his hurt leg. Not as healed as he wants though. But thankfully nothing broke he began moving his way through the water seeing shadows slowly come in near the massive Ripple. before they could get too close he already made it onto the next Island.

‘Okay squeaks I may have let my ego get a bit too big for me britches, but this plan definitely will work. We just need to be patient and wait for them to leave again. hope you like coconut because we're having it again.’

Walking over the palm tree on this island and giving it a hard smack, coconuts fell down and the little bundle of joy ran up to them and began motioning for his Rock.

‘Oh God I just adopted a child didn't I’

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This one took longer than expected. I hit a roadblock with Them talking back and forth about what they should do to retrieve Ada's little sister.

I also got stuck on what I should jump to next and the dialogue between them. I also didn't want a Mary Sue moment so I didn't know if it was right to introduce my two newest characters or not. so I decided to make it satire hope it fits well.

by the way I'm planning on adding another dwarf later on any dwarf names the last name is going to be gold beard though