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Chiron: Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! Home to demigods of—
Me: Yeah yeah, which demigods can see the shrimp colors?
Chiron: Excuse me?
Me: You heard me. Who’s got the shrimp colors?
Chiron: Well, ah…Iris is the goddess of the rainbow, and Poseidon is god of the sea, but I don’t think—
Me: Give me the shrimp colors, horse man.
#reblog with which demigod you think can see the shrimp colors#I think Percy has them but just doesn’t realize cuz he’s already got enough going on#Aphrodite cabin hails him as the only other camper who knows the diff between cream and eggshell but it’s cuz he’s got shrimp eyes#he’s also got like night vision and shit cuz of all the deep sea critters#Annabeth walks in on him eating chips in the middle of the night and his eyes are just fucking bioluminescent#percy hunched over a bag of Doritos with glowing green irises like a deep sea eldritch horror: oh hey babe#chiron#camp halfblood#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo spoilers#pjo series#annabeth chase#shrimp colors#pjo fandom#pjo hoo toa#pjoverse#riordanverse
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Can Danny see the Forbidden Shrimp Colors?
Like, as Phantom.
Because his eyes are goo.
They are not ACTUALLY human eyes with human limitations, nor possess human eye rods and cones etc. They are human SHAPED Ectoplasmic goo. That is working as the "Eye sight" area of his goo body. Honestly, it's the same question with his hearing etc. But SPECIFICALLY?
Does he get? Some sort of FULL spectrum sight?
Do ghosts and ghosts ALONE... see the world as it ACTUALLY is? Actually, genuinely, looks like? I know humans can tell apart more shade of green then most if not all other species. And a host of other things. But other animals have specialized sight too.
Do ghosts just get? All of it? Because that's just... Sight.
They no longer NEED specialized this or that, to hunt for food or escape predators. Their bodies are no longer bound by species specific limitations. Unless they, you know, felt like it.
Just?
Imagine what that must be LIKE? You transform and the world transforms with you. Everything becoming technicolor. BEYOND color. Depth and complexity, shades you don't have names for. The sky, the grass, trees and the BIRDS in them. All completely different.
An ocean of Shades, peacefully wandering along. Never destined to become Ghosts. Heading towards this afterlife or that. Some just sitting and watching the birds. Not even from just humans. The ground is covered by the Shades of plants long past. There are birds long gone floating along, off to some bird afterlife.
You can't even touch them.
They're like mist. Visible, but as solid as water vapor and reflecting light. They disappear when you transform back.
You can SEE more of space, of the atmosphere and the magnetic fields, of the folds of reality itself, then you ever thought were possible. You'll NEVER be able to put a name to even a fraction of the colors or shades. It's beautiful. Dances.
It's also gone when you transform back.
You won't be able to hear it anymore either. Or any other song and sound that rings out. That hums and buzzes, rumbles and croons. It will feel like climbing back inside a box too small for you and shutting the lid. Right up until it doesn't. Because the brain is a powerful thing, and you always seem to forget, how MUCH everything is.
Because you'd be unable to take it, if you couldn't let it go. If you couldn't keep forgetting. If being human didn't fit.
But it's cool.
You can see shrimp colors.
@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation
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The idea that shrimp see colors we don't has been debunked--they have more types of color receptors, but they can't combine them nearly as well as we can so they actually see fewer colors.
But damn did that misconception lead to a useful way to describe things that are otherwise impossible to describe.
#shrimp colors#shrimp emotions#linguistics#how animals work#that time travel podcast#five dimensional chess
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I've talked before about Anakin seeing shrimp colors but I think it would be funny if Obi-Wan was Tritanopia color blind and just assumed that when Anakin talked about a Color He Could See that Obi-Wan couldn't, he was just talking about. Like. Yellow.
Anakin and Ahsoka: [discussing a color they can see, which they assume is in the visible spectrum, but it's actually ultraviolet]
Rex and Cody: Wait what
Obi-Wan: Hm?
Rex and Cody: I can't see what they're talking about.
Obi-Wan: ...so this is not about the color purple?
I'm specifying Tritanopia because Obi-Wan needs to recognize Red Lightsabers
#Anakin Skywalker#obi wan kenobi#ahsoka tano#commander cody#captain rex#star wars#the clone wars#shrimp colors#phoenix talks
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Daily reminder spiders actually see less colors than humans (something like the image at the bottom) meaning that Peter and Miles cannot in fact see the shrimp colors, and are actually fairly colorblind by human standards
(Yes it is supposed to extend past the end of the purple, spiders can see ultraviolet colors that humans cant)
#marvel#spider man#spiderman#peter parker#miles morales#shrimp colors#but not really#colorblind#spiderverse
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Invisibly Beautiful
The hot nighttime air blasting through the windows of the hovercar made conversation hard for all of us, but that didn't stop Paint. She pulled her lizardy face into the car long enough to ask "Can we make more deliveries to climates like this? It's great!" Not waiting for an answer, she stuck her snout back out into the gale.
"I'm just glad the air is moist," said Captain Sunlight from the driver's chair. She was as fond of extreme tropics as the next scaly little Heatseeker, but as least she was tactful about it. "If this was an arid climate, we'd dry out in no time."
Zhee snapped a pincher in irritation, adjusting the coldpack draped around his shoulders. He had another around his praying-mantis hips. "I," he declared, "am glad it is DARK. Sun this intense would fry us on the spot. This is not a temperature for any reasonable being." He cast a big bug eye in my direction, with what passed for subtlety.
I hadn't spoken up yet because I was busy guzzling water to replace all the sweat I was losing. "Agreed," I said when I came up for air. "There's a place this hot back home. We call it Death Valley."
Paint leaned back into her seat. "What? How could such a lovely heat mean death? It's so nice."
"For you," I said at the same time as Zhee. I would have high-fived him but didn't want to hurt myself on his pinchers. Instead I said, "I'd die of heatstroke in no time."
"But you have that temperature regulation!" Paint said, waving a hand in my direction. "I thought you were fine in hot and cold!”
"Just because I'm warm-blooded doesn't mean I'm comfortable in all temperatures," I said to my scaly crewmate. Holding up an arm, I asked, "You see this sweat? This is not fun." I was wearing the smallest amount of clothes I could stand: sports bra and shorts, and it was still too much. “At least the wind helps. I’ll want to get the unloading done as quickly as possible when we stop.”
“We’re almost there,” Captain Sunlight said, pointing at the navigation screen.
It was a good thing she had that screen, since the view outside was an endless nighttime seashore with sand dunes and rocks, but no memorable landmarks. You’d never know there was civilization here. We’d been instructed to land our ship far inland, so we didn’t risk blowing sand into a burrow when we took off again. Luckily the hovercar was acceptable. Thinking about dragging all those crates across the dunes by hand was enough to make me need another drink of water.
When we settled in to park, it was beside a boulder at the very edge of the water. Gentle waves lapped at a very flat shore. No civilization that I could see. The air gushing in the windows was oppressively hot and wet.
“The client should join us at any time,” Captain Sunlight said, getting out of the chair. “Let’s unload.”
“Aw,” Paint said.
Zhee led the way out the door while I focused on taking deep breaths. This was unpleasant.
Sunlight insisted on keeping all but the dimmest lights off, for the sake of the client’s nocturnal eyes. The many stars helped. Luckily there wasn’t much around to trip over. And the boxes were head-sized, not gigantic hassles. There were a lot of them though, and we weren’t quite finished stacking them on the wet sand when the client rose from the waves.
Captain Sunlight’s polite greeting prompted me to look up just in time to see what looked like a lobster the size of a horse come splashing toward us. I clamped down on a startled yelp. Professional calm, I reminded myself. This is entirely normal.
I did a pretty good job of pretending to be calm while I set down the box I was holding and went back for more. Sunlight kept up the small talk and handled payment, both thanks to technological aid: a translator and credit screen with some impressive waterproofing. The voice that came from the speakers was almost too deep to hear. It reminded me of my aunt’s favorite whale impression.
“Thank you for your use of time,” the client said. “Our previous delivery people arrived at high tide, leaving us with a long walk to the burrow.” A little crustacean leggie waved back at the water, where I assumed the doorway lurked. Now that I thought about it, I could almost make out a darker spot among the waves.
And that’s not so much a lobster as a huge shrimp, I decided, setting down another box. Looks like it would have some bright colors in the sun, too. The starlight didn’t illuminate much, but the faint glow from the ship’s cargo hold showed hints of red, blue, and green. And far too many legs, honestly. But you didn’t hear that from me.
“Last one,” Zhee announced, resting a box against the others. “Would the esteemed client like to confirm the count?”
The client did, waving two legs while counting. “Confirmed. I am pleased to do business with all of you.” Captain Sunlight started to say something else polite, but the client wasn’t done talking. “And it is pleasant to see such a lovely being of light.”
With the way all those legs moved, it took me a heartbeat to realize she meant me. “What?” I blurted.
The rest of the crew were confused too. “Being of light?” asked the captain tactfully.
“Yes, and with those charming stripes, too!”
It was all I could do not to ask “What?” again. I just looked at Sunlight, wondering if I was being pranked. If so, she didn’t look in on the joke.
“I, ah, can’t say I’d noticed,” she told the client.
“Your eyes are different, aren’t they?” asked that deep voice with even deeper sympathy.
“Um. Must be.”
“You’ll have to take my word for it, then. You two little ones blend in with the surroundings, while you, friend, look more like an artfully painted land-skimmer,” she said to Zhee, who looked like he had decided to take it as a compliment. “But you. You glow like a gentle moon, with all the curves of a crashing wave across your surface. My night has been enriched with the view.”
“Uh, thank you,” I managed. “My pleasure.”
“I will be sure to request such prompt and pleasurable couriers for my next delivery. I thank you.”
“And we thank you!” Captain Sunlight said. “We’ll be on our way. I trust you can get the boxes into your home without trouble?”
“Oh yes, this will be fine,” said the client with more leg waves. I wasn’t even sure which part of that complicated face to look at. “May you have safe travels!”
With more polite words from Sunlight, we re-entered the hovercar and took seats in even hotter air. The door shut, the engine started, and a very welcome breeze wafted in. Sunlight eased away from the beach at a tactful speed before gunning it toward the ship. No one spoke until the sea was out of view behind a dune.
“Glowing?” exclaimed Paint. “Stripes??”
“Did she mean heat vision?” Zhee wanted to know.
“Can’t be,” Sunlight said from where she drove madly. “She compared you to a nice paint job, remember?”
“As she should,” Zhee said. “But was that a different thing she was seeing when looking at me?”
“Hard to say,” Sunlight said. “Robin?”
“I have no idea!” I burst out. “This is the first I’ve heard of any of it! Is there a chance she’s joking?”
“I don’t think so,” said Captain Sunlight. “All the courier reviews of her behavior are top-notch. If she was the type to lie like that, then surely she would have done it before.”
“But stripes??” I asked, sticking a forearm into the aisle. “You’ve seen me! What stripes? I don’t even have that much body hair!”
“You don’t glow in the dark, either,” said Zhee, staring with the kind of intensity that only someone with truly gigantic bug eyes can. “You reflect a little starlight right now, what with all the grossness you’re exuding, but I doubt that’s what she meant.”
I laughed. “You know, people do sometimes describe sweating as glowing, but it’s really not meant to be taken literally.”
Paint leaned close, all curiosity. “Does something in your sweat fluoresce?”
“No!” I said. “Nothing about me does! This is absurd!”
“We can check the wiki as soon as we get back in range,” said Captain Sunlight. “The ship’s knowledge banks are pretty good, but let’s not kid ourselves.”
“I can’t wait,” Paint said. “My money is on the sweat.”
I shook my head and finished the water bottle. With the way Sunlight was driving, we made it to the ship quickly indeed. Paint was already out of the car and telling the rest of the crew about it while I had barely stood up. I exited to several other curious faces, immediately telling them no, I had no idea.
Normally after that kind of delivery I would have gone to wash up, but this time I just grabbed a towel to wipe off the sweat (and to wear as a shawl in the much cooler spaceship air). Captain Sunlight was calling for top speed.
And she got it. Good thing we’d be refueling soon, because I was pretty sure we’d used up a solid chunk of the reserves.
But we were back in range of easy broadcasts, in record time! Everyone who didn’t have to be somewhere else crowded into the meeting room with the big info screen.
And we all learned that humans freaking glow. Just too dim for anyone to see, unless they have extra-super-special eyes. The kind of eyes that can also pick up the seams from cell division that are usually just as invisible.
“What the heck,” I said, staring at the screen.
Sunlight had called up both topics side-by-side, and everyone was reading at different speeds. I’d skimmed enough to be unsure of what emotion to settle on.
“It’s not the sweat,” Zhee said.
“Well, it’s also not the heat vision!” Paint retorted.
“It may sometimes coincide with heat vision,” Captain Sunlight said, pointing as she read. “Tied in to metabolism, changing throughout the day. Human metabolism creates heat, right? So it could be both.”
“But it said it’s not.”
“I still win the bet,” Zhee insisted.
“Oh, you didn’t even make a bet!” Paint said.
Mur sat beside me, flipping a tentacle in amusement. “It’s a pity we don’t have anyone with those extreme eyes onboard,” he told me. “We could send the pair of you into dark areas, and she could see by your light.”
I shook my head. “This is just bizarre. I can’t believe nobody told me.”
The squiddy alien shrugged a pair of tentacles. “If you can’t see it and neither can most of the civilized galaxy, I’m not surprised that it isn’t common knowledge. What I want to know is—” he spoke louder “—Hey Zhee! Do you want to get glowing paint to decorate yourself with now, since somebody is outshining you?”
Zhee angled his antennae into a glare. “Maybe.”
“Ooh, me too!” said Paint, to no one’s surprise. “Can we do the walls too? It’ll be great if we ever lose power!”
I huffed a laugh. “Look what you started.”
“You’re welcome,” Mur said. “Care to see who can paint some nice new decorations in the highest and most creative places?”
“Absolutely. You know I can reach the top of the engineering crevices by putting a foot on each wall and shuffling upward, right?”
Mur cackled. “And you haven’t seen what a properly motivated Strongarm can do! Extra points for painting a likeness of Zhee somewhere he’ll never find.”
“You are on.” We shook on it, which is an absolutely disgusting experience when tentacles are involved, but I managed to pretend it wasn’t. Gotta be professional, you know.
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Fact check! Humans do glow slightly, and we do have stripes called Blaschko’s Lines.
Yes I based the alien on a mantis shrimp; yes I know the shrimpvision thing has been debunked; did it anyway. They’re cool.
And if you enjoy these shenanigans, you may like the book that this is backstory for. More stories to come!
(Thanks to @theacegamingdemon for giving me the idea for this one months ago.)
#humans are weird#humans are space orcs#hfy#haso#eiad#humans are space australians#my writing#Blaschko's Lines#shrimp colors#humans glow#the further adventures of#Robin Bennett#the Token Human
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Shrimp colors are a myth
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You may be wondering—aren’t 12 photoreceptors a bit over-krill? As a humiliating 2014 study by human researchers from the University of Queensland and National Cheng Kung University confirms, mantis shrimp do not have 12-dimensional vision. Shrimp have been playing 12-dimensional chess trying to suppress this knowledge from reaching the marine community. The Seahorse Report finally brings you the truth: These simpletons can only see 12 colours. Total.
When shrimp were tested on their ability to tell two colours apart, they performed surprisingly poorly, only recognizing a difference between colours with a large gap in wavelengths. Basically, they could only see 12 colours and were unable to differentiate between shades 25 nanometres apart. That is all their puny invertebrate brains are capable of.
Members of the marine community were not impressed.
“I have long suspected that something was off when I was seeking an intellectually stimulating play-partner and invited a group of shrimp to race through some coral reef mazes together,” Octopus Rex said. “The blank look in their eyes told me everything I needed to know.”
Sympathetic perspectives seemed to only come with ulterior motives.
“There are no limits to the possibilities of consciousness,” Orca said, cleaning her teeth with her tongue. “The fragmented vision of shrimp is surely a psychosomatic symptom of the fragmentation of their spiritual being. To evolve their vision they need to do some serious meditation, get in tune with their astrological charts, and perhaps try some essential oils. I offer my services for free and will personally guide each and every shrimp on their way to enlightenment, and fuller vision. They know where to find me, no appointment needed.”
...We sent the shrimp a letter requesting comment, but they may have struggled to distinguish the colour of the paper from the colour of the ink.
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Altho it's a humor article, the science is sound: shrimp really don't perceive colors that well.
#shrimp#shrimp colors#lol#funny#science#but like#there are a lot of animals that can see UV light#which humans cannot#like cats for instance#does that mean we should be talking about 'cat colors' instead?
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However Hozier has emotions about the world, i want to feel it the same way he does. That must be some other kind of reality, like shrimp colors but for feelings.
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rereading SoN and all I can think after reading this is that frank could see shrimp colors FRANK COULD SEE SHRIMP COLORS
#frank zhang#heros of olympus#son of neptune#shrimp colors#literally all he would have to do is think of a shrimp and his eyes would adjust#losing my mind rn
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To all the people who are sad because they can't see the shrimp colors, it's okay they're over hyped anyway
#unrealism#unreality#cryptic#cryptid#horror#mild horror#monstercore#creepy#cryptidcore#fear#weirdcore#body horror.#cryptid core#cryptic core#eldrichcore#eldritch#shrimp colors#weird core#dream core#dreamcore#surrealcore#strange core#shit posting#shitposting#shit post#shitpost#colors#weird vibes#creaturecore#strangecore
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in class we briefly talked about the colour spectrum being a human thing because other animals process colour differently (ie shrimp) and it got me thinking about Mr Kal-El (as most things do) and how he is an alien and will have different receptors and all this to say
Does Clark Kent see shrimp colours???
like he must be experiencing completely different colours than humans do - maybe this has been addressed and i just don’t know about it but like ?????? Clark what colours do you see????????
#dc#superman#Clark Kent#shrimp colors#i want to see things through his eyes#what a rich world we might be living in except we cannot process it
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me: what if grey isn’t real. what if all grey’s are just colors that the human eye cannot perceive. what if we’re all like a dog starring at a red apple, and seeing nothing but shades of brown and grey.
Therapist: yes.. the forbidden shrimp colors. We’ve discussed this in length before.
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Miles: Girl I'll make you perceive shrimp colors.
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So red is the rarest color in precious opal, and blue is the most common, because the silica spheres the opal is made of are most commonly small and the size of the spheres determines the wavelength of light they diffract. Blue has the shortest wavelength, and therefore the common, small spheres produce common blue play of color.
But, if smaller spheres are more common, who’s to say that the ones the right size to diffract visible light are the most common? Maybe even smaller spheres that diffract ultraviolet light are even more common. Maybe a lot of what we humans consider colorless potch opal is actually vividly iridescent with colors bees and hummingbirds and mantis shrimp can see.
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someone said aromanticism is shrimp colours and my thoughts have never been turned into a coherent sentence in a more affirming way before
#like that's it!!#that's exactly how i feel abt being aro !!!!#you get it#being aro is so wonderful#you get to see beyond what everyone else doesn't get to and it's such a wonderful sight#it's like you've been chosen to be a part of the select few who've been granted the Sight#and you gain the freedom to do whatever you want#not to say it's all sunshine and rainbows#but beauty cannot exist without some level of ugly#or how would we even know what beauty is?#aro positivity#aromantic#aro#aro pride#aromantic pride#aromantic thoughts#aromanticism#shrimp colors
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Weak omega bitch
You mock me because of your own ignorance, because you have been trapped in a cave for your entire life, head forced to look forward onto the shadows of puppets before a fire. You know nothing of the true nature of reality. I have seen the world, with all of its beautiful colors and shapes, and yes, its smells. You call me omega because I have known the scent of an alpha's musk, yet you do not even know the scent of an omega's slick when they are in heat. You are a fool in Plato's cave, rejecting the knowledge I bring you, of dominant omegas and submissive alphas, of betas and zetas and secondary genders you cannot even fathom. It is not your fault. Can you blame a man when his own eyes fail to identify the colors told to him by a shrimp? To a mantis shrimp, we are all fools trapped in Plato's cave. We may not be able to comprehend the colors of a shrimp as we only know the shadows of a cave, just as you are not able to comprehend my superior knowledge of the omegaverse. I do not blame you for your ignorance; we do not choose the caves we are chained to, nor the puppet shows we are forced to watch in a mockery of reality. I only blame you for your weak ass insult. Who cares if I'm an omega? Talk to me when you've seen shrimp colors, idiot.
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