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simonalkenmayer:

agentquinn:

sepulchritude:

my fav trope is like, nonhuman characters not understanding human needs/customs but still being super supportive of their human companion

“look what I found while exploring this planet’s surface!” “kilrak please I’m trying to sleep” “ah yes your human circadian rhythm. *stage whispering* I am supposed to be quiet during this time in your rhythm, yes?”

“the book I purchased on ragnok V says humans require physical touch when upset. therefore, I shall engage in a ‘hug’ with you.” *supremely awkward five-armed hug ensues*

*human sneezes* “OH MY GOD SIL’EEN GET THE MEDIC OUR HUMAN IS DYING”

“this pamphlet I received recently says that humans require companions and packmates in the form of small earth creatures. you should have told me this before we departed earth, but it is no worry. we will have to stop at the next trade planet to get you one of these ‘cats’ or ‘dogs’.”

imagine the aliens really purchasing a kitten for one of their rough and world-weary scifi badass human companions and watching in helpless wonderment what ensues 

“she’s been cuddling that small animal for the past fifteen minutes just going ‘kitty, kitty’. did we – did we break our human?”

a more seasoned alien puts one of their tentacles around the younger one as the rest of the team gathers to watch their human make kissy noises. 

“no, kilrak,” the alien says. “we did good.” 

Tropes…indeed.

May I suggest that sometimes, age and objectivity teach us that kindness is not merely the only way to survive. It is the only thing of merit in a world full of filth, pointlessness, wasted time, rot, destruction, and endless human stupidity. I cannot fathom why kittens are “cute” to you. To me they are serial killers in fur who make it impossible to source a good vole! But you love to sit for hours watching them bat at string. I find it absurd, and yet, you enjoy it, and so I marvel that you do, and take endless amounts of amusement from watching your faces as you coo at these tiny. vicious predators learning how to pounce on their quarry. I am perfectly capable of doing this while disassembling your anatomy and contemplating how your organs may taste.

But it stands to reason that humans would write it from their own perspective and see it as endearing.

Lmao. @simonalkenmayer you’re like the epitome of tropishness

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