What if humans are the only species that gets "mystery" bruises? How weird would it be to aliens that we can sustain an injury that leaves a mark lasting days or sometimes weeks but don't remember how we got it?
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Humans are already terrifying enough, but then it gets injuries like contusions (which is deadly to several species mind you!) and it doESN’T EVEN KNOW WHY?!?!?!?
At first the interspecies council thinks it’s a joke. Yes, it has already been established that a human just plain won’t die (with very few exceptions, like decapitation) and contusions aren’t that dangerous for most species. That it’d be unsuccessful at killing a human wasn’t surprising, but that they some times don’t even know how they’ve gotten the contusion? No that has to be a joke.
It’s ruled as another myth until a member of the council travels with a ship with a few human crew-members. Trofaxiq the Elder had taken a stroll around the ship a few days into the voyage when he heard two humans talking.
“Maybe you walked into something?” The tall, highly pigmented one said, inspecting something on the slightly shorter, less pigmented one.
“Yeah, you know I’m clumsy, but the position’s weird, isn’t it?” The shorter one said, looking down at their own appendage.
“So maybe you got it in your sleep?” The tall one suggested as the short one spotted Trofaxiq the Elder and jabbed its appendage into their fellow human’s sternum. A less experienced Froentir would have mistaken it for an attack, but Trofaxiq the Elder knew enough about human behaviour to know it was called a ‘nudge’ and was socially acceptable.
After the normal exchange of greetings and pleasantries, Trofaxiq the Elder eventually asked the humans what they had been discussing. The tall one, Fatima, said the short one,
had gotten a bruise, but couldn’t remember how. Unsure what a bruise was, Trofaxiq the Elder asked, but quickly came to wish they hadn’t as they saw the large contusion on the humans appendage.
Less than one rotation later, the human guide had been updated, and a suggestion had been made to add a classification so they could mark humans down as more dangerous than the previous “extremely dangerous, do not approach in the wild”
The only problem was how useful humans could be to expeditions. In the end, the suggestion wasn’t passed, to the worry of many council members.
Welcome to the Wounds and Contusions Master Post! Wounds and Contusions is a Peter Parker x reader high school fic where the reader notices bruises on Peter (from being Spidey) and talks to him. They get to know one another, become friends, and the reader gets saved by Spider-Man, complicating everything for Peter. Not all parts are uploaded yet, but please enjoy reading it for the first time or catching up xx
Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.
“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”
Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.
In 1994, a woman’s body, naked and badly mauled by sharks, was found floating in the ocean by board riders about 200 yards off a beach at Point Loma, California. Her name was Michelle Von Emster, a 25 year old art store clerk who had been missing since the previous evening.
After a brief investigation, it was officially ruled that she went for a naked midnight swim alone in the ocean and was attacked and killed by a large great white shark. In addition, after her death, she was further mauled by a number of other, smaller blue sharks. It was a tragedy and a horrific way to die, but not a case for further law enforcement involvement.
After this ruling was made, however, questions started to be raised about the shark attack verdict. Von Emster had ultimately died of drowning after haemorrhaging internally, not blood loss. She also had, amongst other injuries, a broken neck, bruises and contusions on her face and arms, broken and bruised ribs and her pelvis had been forcefully ripped apart. None of these injuries are consistent with shark attack. The water temperature was very cold for swimming (60°F/15.56°C). The medical examiner also noted that he had never examined a shark attack victim before. In fact, there were so many things wrong with the shark attack theory that most shark experts rejected the claim that she had been attacked while alive at all.
In addition to the suspicious injuries listed above, Von Emster had sand in her mouth, throat, lungs and stomach. She was much more likely to have fallen (or was pushed) from a cliff onto the sand, broke her neck and was paralysed before being washed out to sea where she drowned and underwent post-mortem predation by sharks. [SOURCE + further reading]
“So, I might be able to stop by,” your boyfriend stated over the phone. “Really?” you asked in surprise, “Are you sure your boss won’t mind?” You could hear his smile through the phone. “That’s actually why I’m in town.” “You’re already in town?” you chittered. “Yeah. Driving to work right now, actually.” Tony, your coworker, drove over a speed bump. “Ow!” “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, Spence. My idiot coworker decided to speed over a speed bump.”
You smacked Tony’s chest from the passenger seat. He smirked while raising a brow. You rolled your eyes. You realized how close you were to the crime scene.
“I have to go,” you told Spencer, “I’ll call later so we can meet up.” “Of course,” he agreed before whispering, “I love you.”
You smiled softly before remembering your coworkers were in the same car.
“You too,” you stated shortly, “I’ll see you later.”
With that, you hung up. Feeling Tony and Ziva’s stares on you made you sigh.
“What?” “You seeing someone, Y/N?” Tony teased. You clenched your jaw to hide the blush. “Shut up, DiNozzo.” Ziva laughed. “He’s incapable.” “I’m just curious about this ‘Spence’ you were talking to,” the man defended, “Nothing wrong with learning a little about each other’s personal lives.”
You and Ziva shared a devious glance. She leaned forward, arching a brow.
“Is that so, Tony?” The man nodded. “Yeah. It’s like learning each others favorite colors.” “So,” you began to drawl, “you wouldn’t mind sharing where you sprinted off to last night?” “More like leapt,” Ziva chimed. Tony swallowed, parking the car. “Oh look, we’re here.”