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my abuser, that man. I really, really hope you're having as good a time as in the drawing :D the gods have told me things idk

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From my perspective, this is what obsessive, intense love looks like, hiding envy and hatred behind it.

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Crookshanks in drogs (book 3)

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https://www.tumblr.com/gaienlefty/773756748119064576/los-humanos-son-devoradores-de-mundos?source=share

Spanish version

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"The human body is subjected to an exchange of electric potential difference between the atmosphere and the Earth. That is, it is constantly traversed by electric charges that it absorbs and later expels." —University of Valencia

Humans manage to establish contact with the Galactic Union, and as proof of their first encounter, they take their newfound allies to the world of young scientist Kluk, an expert on humans (because before contact, they had secretly spied on them). Their destination was the planet Kovit-02. Everything went well during the humans’ visit—except for certain incidents that Kluk noted with concern. He was right—oh, he was very right. Humans and the beings from their world were devourers of worlds, and everyone was in danger.

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Humans are devourers of worlds. Kluk was certain that all beings from their terrifying planet were the same. Not only did they eat significantly larger quantities of food than the average villager of Kovit-02, but their mere presence seemed to consume ambient electricity—and even that of certain mechanisms in the kingdom. He had read about this in human research papers, but none of the data indicated it was so potent. Of course, devourers of worlds wouldn’t consume their own planet, not with their unique needs: a constant, distant sun, an abundance of water, and—God help us—other species they could feed on. Even plants, living beings with a kind of consciousness and energy for reproduction and consumption, weren’t spared. While members of the Galactic Union and many other worlds sustained themselves on lifeless products like rocks or metals, humans consumed anything that had once lived, absorbing its essence to continue their own lives. They even absorbed energy from their star —or from each other—through proximity or touch.

Before the encounter, Kluk had warned his people not to host the humans, knowing they would become the first intergalactic victims. And he certainly didn’t want to be on the menu, thank you very much. Yet, even with evidence, they mocked him, saying it made no sense. A devourer of worlds wouldn’t attempt to join the Galactic Union, let alone bring peace among worlds. And if humans truly were devourers of worlds, as Kluk claimed, wouldn’t they have already consumed everything on their planet—including the planet itself?

“They’re a new species,” Kluk had told them. “You must believe me; I’ve studied them my whole life. You know devourers of worlds are my primary focus.” His warnings were dismissed. And, in some ways, even Kluk had his doubts at first. A devourer that couldn’t survive in space or travel freely? A devourer living in communities, peacefully coexisting with other seemingly devourer species? He considered the possibility of a strict hierarchy on Earth, where only the strongest consumed the most, leaving others behind. He imagined humans as hungry beings, searching for new life to consume—only to find themselves in worlds of lifeless creatures, which Kluk initially thought they couldn’t feed on. But the humans proved him wrong.

He observed the first human emissary and secretary of their leaders upon arrival. Many of his colleagues reported feeling tired and sleepy just from talking to the human. Machines lost battery power or malfunctioned entirely, rendered lifeless and useless forever. These mechanisms, designed to last over 300 Kluktian years, shouldn’t have failed so abruptly. Kluk also remembered how, after the much-anticipated meeting, their queen fell ill for days. The humans, thinking they had contracted a disease, locked themselves away. But all medical tests came back negative. The queen had been consumed—almost to the point of death.

“Damn,” he muttered.

A celestial colleague from another galaxy, named Rosvel, mocked him. “Still believing the humans are going to eat us?”

Kluk poured himself a drink—“petroleum,” the humans called it, he recalled coldly—and sat beside her. He knew he looked like a madman, pacing with his thoughts, but he was right. “They consume energy. They’ve admitted it. Their world is full of devourers. They’re a new species, Rosvel, trust me.”

“And so what? I’ve spent time with them. Yes, they can make you feel tired, but the humans say it’s because we’re ‘too calm’ and unaccustomed to the stimuli they produce.”

Lies, Kluk thought, staring at Rosvel’s tired form. Her antennae no longer glowed, her skin had dulled, and the stars and constellations that once adorned her were barely visible. “Just wait. They’ll kill us.”

“We’ll see, my friend. We’ll see.”