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thisisnotthenerd · 4 months

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Happy New Year @shakespearestolemyurl !! I have the other half of your 2023 @d20exchange gift: Songs of the Celestine verses for the Bad Kids!

Group Verses

On occasion, an adventuring party will receive a set of verses that encompasses the group as a whole—these verses are sung together as opposed to individually. Often, these are written by a bard within the group, taking the form to detail the exploits of their own adventuring party.

This set of written verses regards the Solesian adventuring party known as the Bad Kids, who defeated Kalvaxus and the Nightmare King during their first two years at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. The author of these verses is technically unknown, but it is believed that Fabian Seacaster, during his early bardic education, composed these verses for his friends using the form learned from his pirate father, William Seacaster, after he joined the College of Swords during the Bad Kids' quest to retrieve the Crown of the Nightmare King. 1

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Adaine Abernant-O’Shaughnessy:

A wizard born

To endless scorn

Who chose the face the fighting storm

Upon her word

That she has sworn

The elven oracle

She’s stolen books

And taken looks

At futures she has now forsook

From tiny nooks

She found the hooks

Now categorical

With arcane hands

She made her stand

A mage come far from foreign lands

And as she scanned

She made her plans

And broke her manacles

For now she is

Second to none

The oracle for everyone

And free at last

She’ll have her fun

Adaine the oracle

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Kristen Applebees:

The cleric chosen

For devotion

Her heart in ever-changing motion

Questions Couldn’t

Remain unspoken

The Prophet now come free

So determined she

Can’t be deterred

She tried to fly with a Ribbon dancer

Oh she stands sure

Even though her

Dex is negative three

From Helio

To Yes? Or no

She understands what can’t be known

In philosophy

She seeks to grow

Cassandra’s only priest

A cleric’s light

Within the night

Guides darkened paths with clear sight

She walks alight

And fears no fright

Saint Kristen Applebees

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Figueroth Faeth:

The rebel bard

Cannot be charred

Flamboyant in her disregard

With warlock spells

She will safeguard

Fig the InFaethable

She changes face

In every space

And plays with skill electric bass

She’ll catch your soul

And take your place

While playing rock’n’roll

She gave request

For Aguefort’s best

But something she could not have guessed

Was to the west

And in her nest

Writing wizard’s scrolls

She’ll drink some gin

No fear of sin

Her secrets kept behind her grin

But when you’re friends

She’ll let you in

Fig the InFaethable

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Gorgug Thistlespring:

Barbarian bound

To hear the sound

Of metal music all around

He oft confounds

And breaks the ground

Gorgug Thistlespring

He looked for meaning

In the gloam

For heritage to call him home

Child of orc

And man and gnome

he is now the crab king

He fuels with fear

an endless rage

He came from deathly forest aged

Who is his dad

He cannot gauge

Insight is not his thing

He wields his axe

And hammer too

He’ll call across the world to you

He fixed his phone

Made sending stones

it’s Gorgug keep going

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Riz “The Ball” Gukgak:

The roguish goblin

Killed a dragon

With deepest passion he was gobbling

He’s hidden when

He gets his shots in

Riz Gukgak? Nay, “the Ball”

With arquebus

And sword to choose

The briefcase where he keeps his clues

Or healer’s kit

And clue tattoos

He makes good use of them all

The little shrimp

Of the bad kids

When seeking clues do as he bids

While counting fingers

He shot Biz

He’ll commit assault

Though self-contained

With party in reins

He thinks at night with buzzing brain

He’ll ne’er refrain

And fears no pain

The fury of the small

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Fabian Seacaster:

The bardic fighter

Sheet igniter

Hellish motorcycle rider

With dance and fire

He will reach higher

Fabian Seacaster

Born to pirate

Legacy and

Elvish smiths and fighters free

He made his way

From land to sea

And faced disaster

The warlocks slain

‘Twas only him

And erstwhile friend, Chungledown Bim

And on a whim

From battle grim

He fled and fell even faster

And from that moment

He was changed

His skill in elvish dance now trained

With sword and sheet

And crossbow ranged

Fabian Seacaster

1 Given the personal nature of these verses, there are a few deviations from how the song is typically sung for pirate heroes. While titles and epithets commonly feature in the Songs, this rendition features continual references to titles endowed upon the Bad Kids, formal or otherwise, save Seacaster's own verses. These include: the Elven Oracle [Adaine Abernant-O'Shaughnessy], the InFaethable [Figueroth Faeth], the Blessed Saint [Kristen Applebees], the Crab King [Gorgug Thistlespring], and The Ball [Riz Gukgak].

#dimension 20 #d20exchange2023 #songs of the Celestine #the bad kids #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #fig faeth #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year

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gffa · 5 months

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character ask: 7, 9, and 25 for luke!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like? I like when fandom is willing to make Luke unhinged and weird because of his Force abilities, that having that high a level of Force connection leaves you seeing shrimp colors and looking off into the middle distance while you psychically watch a soap opera playing in a house on the other side of the planet and going, oh, yeah, I used to wrestle with womp rats all the time, they're about the size and a half of a full grown adult and Luke, after living most of his life on Tatooine, being one of those Water Sommeliers who can taste the level of minerals in any water because he's just so into water water so much water omg and he's just super casual about oh yeah I'll fling myself off the top of this 50-storey building, no, I haven't caught myself with the Force before, but I'll just wing it along the way, I'll figure it out on the way down. LET 👏 LUKE 👏 SKYWALKER 👏 BE 👏 UNHINGED 👏 9. Could you be roommates with this character? I think so! It would help that he'd probably be gone half of the time, traveling around the galaxy, but I really like the Jedi philosophy stuff and vibe with it, and probably my only real quibble with him is that Luke would be so busy levitating while meditating in the living room that he'd probably forget to do the dishes when it was his turn. 25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? I was always a Luke girl from the OT, he was my favorite, and I loved his story the most, I thought he was so great. And, to this day, he's still my favorite of the OT, I think Star Wars as a franchise could not exist without Luke Skywalker at the center, and I am so heartfeltly glad that we have a central character who is designed around being compassionate and genuine, that he's about being open about what he's feeling and struggling with, and ultimately about calm triumphing over rage, about care triumphing over fear. Anakin Skywalker is the character that Star Wars as a whole is about, but Luke Skywalker did and always will be the heart of Star Wars.

#lumi.txt #star wars #luke skywalker #meta #character ask game

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bellysoupset · 1 year

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"I just think he could've given us a heads up, like-"

"Three months advance as if he's your fucking employee?" Vince snapped without thinking, causing Lucas' to shut up, his mouth hanging open.

"I-... What? That's not what I-"

"Leave Jon the fuck alone, Luke. You always knew he would drop out, I mean the guy is med school," Vince grumbled, rubbing his temples. He was in a shitty mood and Lucas' non-stop ranting for the past forty minutes was not helping in the least.

"I know..." Lucas' voice had considerably dropped, "I just don't think it's fair-"

"Drop it, porcamiseria," Vince groaned, "you're like a dog with a bone, just fucking drop it!" he looked at his best friend just in time to see Lucas blink owlishly at him, shocked and hurt.

"Dropping it..." He mumbled, brows furrowed, green eyes with a weird glint on them that made Vince want to apologize. He hated fighting, he was not a very combative person, but Lucas sure knew how to be relentless when he wanted to complain.

There was a beat of tense silence, a staring contest, one that Vince broke by looking away and staring back at his laptop. He was trying to finish his essay before the next class, trying being the keyword- Suddenly there was a loud growl, his belly rumbling and gnawing at itself.

"Was that your stomach...?" Lucas whispered, sounding surprised, but also unsure if they were on speaking terms again. Vince shrugged.

"I skipped lunch to work on this stupid essay."

"Oh... No wonder you're acting like-"

"Like?" He raised an eyebrow and Lucas' mouth snapped shut. He opened a little smirk.

"Like such a bitch."

"Fuck you, Luke," Vince scoffed, shoving him and not lightly, because Lucas managed to tip and fall from his chair. Across the study hall, the librarian glared at them.

Lucas rolled his eyes, straightening his chair and sitting back down, "I'm gonna order us lunch."

"Didn't you already eat?" Vince pointed out, but it was half hearted. Lunch did sound amazing, especially if he wasn't going to be the one paying for it.

"I could eat again, my lunch was small."

"Yeah, alright - Remember, no milk," Vince sighed, turning once more to his laptop.

"I know," Lucas retorted, sounding offended.

One hour later and Vince resumed his essay just in time, the noise of Lucas scrapping the bottom of his container the only other noise in the study hall. Right on time for the last class of the day.

Ethics.

"I'm surprised you finished your essay before me," Vince pointed out, getting up and grabbing his laptop bag, Lucas walking side by side with him.

"Bella has three exams back to back this week, so she's not in the apartment because she said I am distracting," Lucas scoffed and Vince couldn't help but smile. That explained why Lucas was being particularly mean that week.

"Distracting is a nice way to call you extremely annoying."

"Hardy fucking har," his friend glared at him and they reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to the fourth floor.

Vince eyed them uneasily. The shrimp pasta they had just shared was sitting like a ball of concrete in his gut, "where's the elevator...?"

"Please," Lucas scoffed, poking his side, "get moving, we'll be late."

"Elevator-"

"Move!" His friend chuckled, planting a hand in the middle of his back and shoving him forward, like a horse that gotten stuck, and Vince couldn't do anything but move.

It was a bad idea.

By the time they reached the fourth floor, Vince couldn't help but regret eating. It hadn't been a huge portion, nothing that would normally bother him, but it felt like too much.

He pressed a fist to his lips, muffling a burp and Lucas thumped his back, walking past him, "c'mon, we'll be late."

Ethics was a shared class with many majors, so the room was packed. Vince pushed through the philosophy kids up at front, sitting down next to Luke and groaning, "you did order with soy milk, didn't you?"

Lucas' made a concerned face, "yeah, why?"

"Uhm," Vince sighed, not bothering to elaborate. He was sure that his friend could tell about the bellyache that was starting to plague him, there was no need for him to go on details. He planted an elbow on the desk and rested his forehead on his hand, the other one surreptitiously coming to rest on his stomach, shame be damned.

From the corner of his eye he could see Lucas watching him fiercely.

"Good evening everyone," the teacher walked in the room and the lights were dimmed as he started the projector. Vince winced, the dull bellyache quickly transforming into a throbbing pain.

It didn't feel like he had just eaten too much, not at all. A cramp squeezed through his stomach as if it was on fire and he muffled another belch, letting it out slowly.

His gut let out a gurgle, a string of bubbles and his cheeks burned as the girl who was sitting to his left raised her eyebrows. Lucas had heard it too, because he moved on his seat, hitting Vince's knee with his own.

"Dude?"

"Are you sure about the pasta?" Vince groaned, sweat start to cling to his upper lip. His belly squeezed again, another cramp making him twitch on his seat, while the teacher continued to go on and on.

"Yeah, of course-" Lucas fished out his phone, going through the app, "here, look."

The screen brightness felt like too much and Vince wiped a hand anxiously down his face, squinting at the phone. Indeed the box "lactose free" was ticked in one of Lucas' order. Except the pasta ticked was "penne".

"Luke," Vince all but whined, digging his fingers into his belly. He felt a gurgle move right under his hand, move south no less. He breathed in deeply, "I had the linguini. You had the penne."

"You're joking," Lucas' scoffed, pulling his hand back to look at the phone, but then immediately his face got clouded by guilt, "aw, Vin-"

"Yeah," Vince swallowed in another burp, this one tasting a horrid lot like the offending creamy pasta, "Yeah, I need to go home."

"I'll take you," Lucas offered quickly, not waiting for a response and already jumping up, grabbing his and Vince's bag. Vince squeezed his eyes shut as another cramp hit him and remained sat, his belly let out another gross string of noises.

It felt like lava was flooding his gut, in all directions.

"Vin, c'mon," Lucas grabbed his arm, ushering him up, "c'mon."

"I should kill you," Vince groaned, turning his head as Luke carefully maneuvered them between the rows of desks and towards the backdoor of the lecture classroom. He had never been so glad that college didn't require hall passes in his life.

"I know, I know," Lucas sighed, still pushing him, "can you-"

He was interrupted by Vince's stomach growling loudly and his friend pitching forward, a hand pressed to his lips as he fought a gag. Lucas let out a yelp, "yeah, I don't think you can make it."

"It hurts," Vince groaned, both hands planted on his knees, bent in half in the middle of the hallway, "it fucking hurts, Luke."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Lucas whispered, sounding more and more frantic, "lean on me, alright...?"

"Been here before," Vince mumbled, muffling a burp against Lucas' and allowing him to hold most his weight. It wasn't that Vince couldn't handle himself, but it sure was hitting him like a truck, all of it. The nausea was making him feel sluggish and the cramps made his eyes water, "you know, last time you fucking poisoned me."

"I'm sorry," Lucas whined, any humor wasted on him, seeing how guilty he was feeling.

They managed to make it all the way out of the building, but not out of campus, before a familiar voice interrupted their path, "Vince?"

"Kill me," Vince whispered, "Lucas kill me now."

"Vin?" Wendy repeated, telling her friends to go ahead without her and then approaching the two men, "Lucas? What the- What's wrong?"

"Hi beautiful," He forced a smile through the humiliation and growing queasiness, "do you come here often?"

Lucas let out a snort, while Wendy glared at him, unimpressed. She looked up to his friend, seeing as Vince clearly wasn't planning to answer her, "Well?"

"He just ate something bad, I'm taking him home," Lucas said all smooth, while Vince rolled his eyes.

"He poisoned me, Wen," he groaned, digging a hand on his stomach and regretting it immediately when the pressure made the mess in his belly move up, "you might wanna step out of the way."

"What did he eat?" Wendy completely ignored him, instead moving forward, so she could wrap her arm around his back and help Lucas support him. Vince bit down a groan, he could stand on his own, there was no need for the double combo of humiliation.

"Shrimp pasta," Lucas sufficed, cause Vince to let out a moan.

"Can we talk and move?"

"He's allergic to shrimp?" Wendy asked over his head, while they continued to move towards the parking lot.

"No- You didn't tell her?!" Lucas scoffed, poking his shoulder and Vince groaned once more, burping wetly. It brought up a couple chunks and he swallowed them back down valiantly.

"I'm gon'be sick," he slurred, the entire conversation be damned.

"Tell me what?"

Vince's legs stopped moving and he nearly caused both Lucas and Wen to fall as he stopped suddenly. He felt lightheaded with the cramping and his heart was thumping in his chest. He gagged and this time the overwhelming sweet taste took him out. With one loud heave, he painted the patch of sidewalk with chunky salmon colored vomit.

Wendy scrambled back to avoid her sneakers getting covered in puke, since considering since she was shorter than Lucas, Vince was leaning considerably in her direction.

"I got you, I got you-" Lucas mumbled, pulling him closer to his side, while Wendy moved forward once more, rubbing a hand up and down his spine. Vince shuddered, trying to focus on the soothing movement and not in the churning inside his gut. He burped again, squeezing his stomach.

"Hurts," he groaned, feeling sweat run down his back, "it's cramping like hell."

"We have to get you in a bathroom," Wendy wasn't talking to him, as much as she was talking to Lucas, "help me."

Vince was glad for their proactiveness, because he didn't feel like he could think or move through the cramping and churning. He was lightheaded and still gagging, the taste of milk was overwhelming now that he was aware it was in the recipe.

His stomach gurgled, loudly, and Vince tried to stop once more, the queasiness threatening to send up yet another stream of vomit, but Lucas and Wendy kept pushing him.

"Guys, stop, stop," Vince mumbled. He wanted to sit down, he felt really fucking dizzy, "I can't-"

"I'm sorry, honey, but you'll be grateful later," Wendy told him and then they burst into the humanities building's first floor bathroom. It wasn't empty, one guy who was pissing let out a shout as he clocked in Wendy with the other two, but no one paid him any mind.

Vince let out a groan, "yeah, okay- You have to get out."

"What?" Wendy scoffed, looking at him, then Lucas, then back at him, "no way-"

"Cazzo, Wendy, out!" Vince snapped, fighting the urge to shit all over his pants. He muffled another gag, "you too Lucas, give me some fucking privacy-"

"Since when do you care-"

"OUT!"

In a frankly hilarious display, both Lucas and Wendy pouted and turned around at the same time, barging outside of the bathroom. Vince squeezed the sink to keep himself up, knuckles white with the amount of pain he was in.

He barely managed to undo his jeans on time, slamming the stall door behind him.

Sitting down, braced against his stomach as his bowels seized and emptied out, he gagged again. His head felt horribly heavy and he prayed he wouldn't just collapse, ass up. Death would be better.

Once his gut was finally done emptying out, Vince was shaking, covered in cold sweat. The cramps hadn't eased up one bit despite the runs and the nausea sure as hell was still just as present. He took a pathetic amount of time to clean and pull himself up.

It still felt like he was going to puke, but even though he spent good five more minutes bent over the sink, bringing up disgusting burps, nothing else came up. It just seemed to be all sitting in his throat, queasiness making him dizzy.

He stumbled out of the bathroom, only to find his girlfriend standing directly across the door, leaning on the wall, Lucas sitting on the ground next to her and scrolling through his phone, his head resting on her knee.

"Aw, you're cute," Vince forced a smile, even though he felt faint and a little close to tears. He hated his lactose intolerance, being sick with it was always worse than any other illness. Puking and shitting he could take, but the cramps? They messed with him.

"Hey," Lucas smiled back, "how are you?"

"I'm fine," He waved him away, while Wendy's eyes sparkled with suspicion and annoyance, "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He wasn't sure if she was pissed at him or not and Vince wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone's emotions but his own. He didn't wait for Wendy to take his apology, instead looking at Lucas, knowing his best friend would at least get him immediately, "you're still gonna give me a ride?"

"Yeah, of course, are you good to walk?"

"Yes," Vince said, although he wasn't quite sure, with how fuzzy his head was feeling. He just really wanted to be in his own bed, with his own bathroom. Preferably without his girlfriend looking at him like he had killed her dog.

"If you're fine then I have to go, I have a lecture," Wendy said, voice razor sharp. She crossed the path between them, got on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek that might as well have been a slap and then barged away.

Lucas raised his eyebrows, "honeymoon phase over?"

"Guess so," Vince swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling even sicker, "can we go?"

"You really should've told her you're lactose intolerant, Vin," Lucas said, tagging along, his hands all but hovering, ready to catch him, "I bet you she just feels left out."

"You mean jealous," Vince corrected, breathing in deeply as they made their way out of the building. He shuddered once more as yet another set of cramps wrecked through him, "I feel like shit."

"I am-"

"Sorry, I know," Vin rubbed a hand over his face and sighed in relief as he finally caught sight of Lucas' car, "just drive me home and I'll call it even."

"You're a softy," Lucas scoffed, sounding even more guilty than before, and then unlocked the car, "do you need-"

"Luke," Vince slammed the door shut, squirming to get comfortable, "stop talking, my head hurts."

"Christ," Lucas mumbled under his breath, but he said nothing else, for which Vince was thankful. It was taking all of his energy to keep swallowing the saliva that kept pooling in his mouth.

He undid his jeans buttons, shamelessly, and then sneaked a hand under his long sleeved shirt. His gut was still gurgling and so bloated that unbuttoning his jeans had offered little to no relief.

He burped against, pressing his forehead to the window and letting out a moan. His stomach was churning once more, milk sloshing inside of him, or at least it felt like it.

"Vince," Lucas called, his voice sounding far away.

He lowered the window despite it being the end of the year and already pretty chilly. The cold wind helped with the nausea, but just for a second.

Another small, wet burp, turned frothy at the end. Vince groaned out loud and braced against the window, hanging his head out. Behind him he heard Lucas' curse and then a hand tugging at his shirt-

The collar of the shirt, thanks to Luke pulling on it, hit his throat just as he gagged and it was enough to finish him off. With another burp the remaining of his lunch rushed up and out of his mouth, covering the outside of the door.

It was gross, fucking disgusting, Vince thought, gagging again and bringing up a watery stream of vomit. He panted, letting out a choked out sob and resting his forehead to the inside of the door.

"We're almost there, just breathe..." Lucas was cooing and Vince let out a huff, trying to get himself in check because his best friend sounded downright panicked. Suddenly he wished it was Wendy, not Lucas with him.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, you're fine," Luke repeated, rubbing his arm, "you done?"

"Think so," Vince curled up against himself, hugging his belly. It was still gurgling nonstop, so he doubted he was actually done. Still, he felt empty. Empty and wrung out.

Lucas parked outside of his building and it took Vince a second to realize he was finally home. Or as home as the dorms could be, he thought bitterly.

"Don't try to-"

"I'm fine," Vince repeated, opening the door and ignoring Lucas' request for him to stay put. He regretted it, the second he was standing, he realized he wasn't gonna be standing for very long. His lower belly cramped, empty and sore, and his head felt heavy.

"Wowow, hey," Lucas caught him by the arm, "alright?"

"Aw fuck," Vince groaned instead of answering him, glaring at the passenger door now closed in front of him, "your car..."

"It's fine, I don't give a shit," his friend held him a little more tightly, "I'm gonna help you inside."

"I'm alright, you don't have to," Vince shoved his shoulder weakly, "really man, I'm an adult and this is just some bad food-"

"Vince," Lucas glared at him, "I'm helping you inside." No room for argument.

"You're the mother of all mother hens," Vin grumbled, pressing his clammy hand to his belly. It churned uneasily, his intestines planning another painful riot, "get moving then-" he burped queasily, "faster."

#sickfic #emetophilia #lactose intolerance #vince monacelli #cranky vince bc of no food is very loved by me #mywriting

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gunilslaugh · 9 months

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Heyo! Nice to meet you!

I've been a villain for a few months now and I just confess, I like Gunil so so much! He instantly became one of my favorite kpop boys since I began stanning. (He's just my type, what a unique and incredible man!) Originally I wanted to request around for more Gunil fics... But honestly I have no idea what to request specifically 😭 I just want to read more about him cuz my crush is big and fat 😂 but I racked my brains and couldn't come up with anything...

So instead, I've had this idea for an OT6 fluff, if it's alright with you! How would XH react to having a very smart and academical s/o? Like, someone who likes to read a lot (not only fiction, but also nonfiction, like science, psychology, philosophy, spiritual books or stuff about social studies) and who genuinely likes studying and learning! They like doing research on many many subjects of their interest (wether those are something as common as space or not so common like learning the biology of marine animals) and they're always spewing out random interesting facts about things 😂 Bonus points if reader also likes solving mysteries and playing puzzle games some people might find boring ( like crosswords or sudoku).

Yes, this is pretty self indulgent 😂 but I'm also just very curious 👀

You are totally entitled to refuse this request if you don't feel like writing it! No pressure 😁 🖤

Nice to meet you too! Welcome to the fandom. I hope that you enjoy your request.

All member ;^o-o^;

Summary: Xdinary Heroes' reaction to having an academic significant other.

WC:684

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Gunil really admires how academically driven you are. Thinks it’s cool how knowledgeable you are. If you're knowledgeable across many varying topics then he would call you a human encyclopedia. He gets really happy whenever you talk or rant about a subject that really interests you. When you tell him a random fact he actually tries to note down the information and remember it. Loves to watch mystery or detective shows with you while trying to figure out who the culprit is together. On the chance that he figures it out before you or he was right and you were wrong he feels very entitled to his bragging rights.

Jungsu

On cold days he always makes sure that you’re wearing a beanie or that your hood on your jacket is up because you gotta protect that smart brain of yours. Jungsu would love to do crossword puzzles or other games like it with you. The members would tease you about being an old couple, but Jungsu would just shoo them away. Jungsu would try to learn some about your favorite topic so that he could talk about it with you. He’d write down the random facts that you tell him in his notes and at the end of the year he’d compile them all together. Almost like a scrapbook of memories, but with all the random facts you’ve told him.

Gaon/Jiseok

You were ranting to Jiseok about a topic that interested you. He jokingly told you that if you like it that much then you should create a slideshow presentation about it. It definitely caught him off guard when three days later you showed him the slideshow. He doesn’t tell you, but he now has it saved on his computer. Lovingly calls you a nerd. Really likes to watching sci-fi shows together with you. Sometimes there is part of him that wished he had the drive that you have about learning new things. He would tease you about playing a game like solitaire, but in reality he doesn’t even know or understand how to play.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin treasures how dedicated you are when it comes to learning about something. He thinks you are absolutely adorable as you’re hyper fixated on your laptop, researching a particular subject. Takes candid photos of you researching, might make one his wallpaper. Laughs whenever you randomly spew out a fact, not in a mean way of course. Your random fact spewing brightens his day. Especially if it’s something completely random like shrimps hearts are located in their head. Avidly watches mystery type shows with you and might end up being the more invested one funnily.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Junhan would love to have in-door dates where the two of you just read together. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch with your legs flailed across one another. Sometimes uses you as his personal internet. If he has a question about something he thinks you would know he’d rather ask you than actually look it up. Would try to race you in completing a sudoku the fastest. He really values your smarts and thinks that it’s really impressive how much wide scale information you have stored in your brain. He would send you things on topics that he found interesting and loves when you do the same back.

Jooyeon

You’re not just any nerd, you are his nerd. When you randomly state a fact he would respond with a “that is something only a nerd would know,”. Even if he teases you about it he still likes whenever you do it. If it’s been a while since you randomly told you a fact he’ll ask you to tell him one. Honestly his day doesn’t feel complete without it. He would really enjoy having a sci fi, mystery themed movie night. You two would turn off all the lights and huddle together under blankets. Occasionally he wishes that he was as academic as you because he thinks it would be nice to research things together, but if he has no interest his brain refuses to hold new information.

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nerdnag · 4 months

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Shrimp van Zieks

Prawn forgive the shrimpcourtesy

#Barok van Zieks #Ace attorney #Tgaa #Shrimp van zieks #Shrimp philosophy #Ask a nerd

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ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer · 11 months

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rip to victor frankenstein, you would have haaaated gödel and his incompleteness theorem

#base blogs bout: frankenstein #shrimp shrieks #frankenstein #basically when he says yeaaah natural philosophy got to contradictory and unknowable so i studied math instead.. i just went oh honey #math

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approximateknowledge · 10 months

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no parents: the seemingly paradoxical potential of a eusocial individual

(a rant about biology, philosophy, and various fictional societies from scifi settings)

first things first: when i talk about eusociality i mean it in the core biological sense of the word; it's a reproductive strategy. it's fundamentally about polymorphism within a single species, and the smallest of distinctions necessary is the distinction between reproductive and non-reproductive castes. the "ant queen". the "queen" is not a ruler; it's an egg-laying machine. the queen of a naked molerat burrow-complex holds no more inherent authority over "her" offspring than any other rodent matriarch would. each molerat is an individual. each ant, each termite, each bee, each sponge-symbiote shrimp.

the point im trying to emphasise is that im not talking about hiveminds here!!!

good? good.

^an indidual

now with that out of the way:

-PART ONE: HUMAN APPROXIMATIONS

so, first of, examples of fictional societies of *humans* who switched their mode of reproduction to something akin or close to the eusocial "worker, queen, drone" template, though again, not all pieces are needed to "count"

1a: brave new world

starting off with an old scifi classic! BNW's society is interesting in just how it walks the tightrope between dystopia and utopia; to steal the term from isaac arthur, it's "post-discontent". every single individual is fully and completely human current day baseline-standards; a mortician wouldn't see a single strange thing about them. but they're all purpose *grown*. production-line wise, "our fordship be with us". it's production. no parents. all are free to do what they want. and they were made to do what they were made for. it's the culmination of a well-intentioned dream of fulfillment and efficiency.

the one factor to keep in mind is that technically speaking, *everyone* is still potentially reproductive. not in the mammalian reproduction way, but in the gene-donor for the hatcheries way. this detail does little to detract from the eusocial structure of the society.

individual-potential, there's actually very little to say! the entire thing is genuinely just shockingy *healthy* for each individual. and there are outliers! and there's also contingencies for outliers that are beneficial to said outliers. the new world does not limit. that would be cruel. and it is never cruel. the issue some of the outliers have is that it's *too* kind, in fact!

1b: tleilaxu

in contrast, the tleilaxu from the dune universe follow the structure of a eusocial organism almost to the letter. *almost*.

they're curious in how their incredible feats of society-shaping and biotechnology are all made in service to what ultimately amounts to an extreme form of fundamentalist zealotry. the culmination of the ultimate religious misogyny: "all tleilaxu women are queens", which, in the eusocial terminology, means they exist solely for reproduction.

on top of this, the majority of the tleilaxu population consists of completely sterile "face dancers" who are on the one hand still fully *people*, but simultaneously completely beholden to the orders of their masters on an instinctive level. orders given not in spoken language, but a complex inherent system of whistles and chemicals. like the pheromone trails of ants but more detailed.

and then there's the "masters". the *other* reproductive caste. they too are genetically modified to hell and back but on top of this keep simply regrowing themselves, in a twisted approximation of immortality. the ever-reborn rulers of their army of "growth tanks" and disposable face-dancer servants.

dune doesn't need aliens; given enough time to diverge, any human can become an alien.

and no individual can be an individual here. not at first at least. because there are still parents. the masters spoil the potential. they should've died long ago.

1c: krieg

yes, that krieg. from warhammer 40k. the trench WW1-larper guys. *insert shovel joke here*

but there's something there!

krieg is strange. you could argue the vita-womb born soldiers of the bombed-out shell of a hiveworld that is war-in-german are no different from say, clone troopers in star wars. except there's a massive difference under the hood; *krieg made and makes itself*. it's a society. the regiments of krieg are conscripted, sure, but they always send more than asked. they'd go out there unasked. they weren't made on order. they're a culture. a very distinct and purposeful one. and they no longer have the concept of a parent. a ruler, yes. a god too, in the great god-emperor of mankind. but each individual in the ranks of the underground cities of krieg is an individual. no parents, not an orphan.

^one of the happiest people in the imperium, somehow

and an added quirk of krieg is the fact it's a eusocial outlier in an otherwise very much reproductively baseline greater imperium (give or take whatever goes on with servitors and on some forge worlds). which is something i genuinely know no other examples of in fiction (if you do let me know please!)

-PART TWO: INTRINSIC EUSOCIALITY (IT'S JUST HOMESTUCK AND VAST ERROR BUT TRUST ME ON THIS ONE)

you all knew this was coming! troll-time baby!

-2a: alternia

to understand troll reproduction i will *not* be going into quadrants; because funnily enough, interactions and relationships between individual *trolls* doesn't mean much for the complete picture. because trolls, funnily enough, occupy the same part of the "triangle" of eusocial phenotypes as the tleilaxu masters. not queens, not workers, but drones. (except troll workers are called drones because terminology is never straigth-forward!). or more accurately, 3 trolls are 1 drone, reproductively speaking.

that also explains the rampant intraspecific violence and other r-selected traits that seem out of place for a eusocial species, which are normally very good at caring for their offspring. except this does happen: to drones! because troll society is run *by drones* trolls fight and squabble and invent and the entire society and quite possibly troll sentience itself is a result of this rampant competition and sexual selection. ultra-individualists with no parents. a lusus isn't a parent, it doesn't have *expectations* beyond affection and food (though that last one can in itself be a huge issue: see spidermom and gl'golyb). but not a parent. a hive is a home. and ironically the straightforward stable ancient cruelty of alternia, though filled with mundane dread, is mercifully bereft of most existential dread. as is fitting for a society that evolved sapience in a post-scarcity environment.

almost the most individualistic eusocial society imaginable. almost.

(-2a*: beforus)

similar to alternia except in that past initial culling in the brood caverns the intraspecific violence is kept to an absolute minimu at the cost of very strong and paternalistic control. objectively a better place to live but it has a lot of issues and is arguably worse mentally for most. (beforus too has *issues*, they're just less in your face than alternia's, which is in itself part of the larger issue)

-2b: repiton

and at last, repiton my beloved outlier that does things to my perception and lives in my thinkpan rent-free, not that i ever ask rent.

repiton of the upside-down uncanny valley. the ex-post-scarcity society of eusocials keeping themselves going with mother grubs. without drones. ony trolls and almost-cloning. a species on permanent life-support. such an odd outlier, almost reminiscent of brave new world, but they got where they are from the other side of the growth tanks. the humans of brave new world could always go back to mammalian reproduction within a single generation, but the mother grubs are *gone*. it's barely eusocial at all anymore, just the remnants of it.

crumbled to the feudal ancap wasteland of desperation pretending to be freedom. the malaise of borrowed time.

end

im sorry i have no conclusion, only pent-up thoughts i wanted to share.

about brave new world and repiton as mirrors, written almost a century apart.

about krieg as the philosophically fascinating outlier it is.

about the difference between parent and lusus, and why i wish i grew up with the latter.

and about why a hivemind sucks all the interesting parts out of eusociality as a concept.

thanks to the single-digit amount of people reading all the way to the end.

#ak goes insane #very long post #eusociality #brave new world #dune #tleilaxu #death korps of krieg #40k #homestuck #alternia #beforus #vast error #repiton

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ASTRA DEX, created by DarkNe0s (2009)

Did you ever make your own pokemon when you were younger? Maybe drew them, sprited them, and then shared them on some long-gone corner of the internet?

What kind of pokemon did you make?

Today, we have plenty of guides to making fakemon that more closely match the design style and philosophy of official pokemon designs, and MANY creative and incredibly talented artists bringing these fan-made dexes to life. But even still, it's hard to say what exactly makes something a pokemon design- especially when it's something that varies so much between generations.

Good Lird. The similarities between these seems to start and end at "IT IS GREEN".

Ultimately, what a pokemon should look like is entirely subjective- but that's obvious enough, isn't it? That's just the base line of fakemon design itself. Everyone and their mother knows it.

Let's have some fun. What should your pokemon look like? Do they need to be as close to official design styles as they can be? Or can they be frightening, cool monsters? Maybe something more cartoonish? What's the weirdest you can get with them? Who's to say you can't get any weirder? What should limit you?

You can answer that on your own time. Let's look at the ASTRA dex!

SKIPPEA - LEAFALING - JETRANG

The Astra region begins with a TERRIFICALLY creative grass starter- a samara, or "helicopter seed", which becomes an actual helicopter before its final stage- a powerful grass/flying-type jet! It's a very fun and well-designed line.

There's also the more... "up-to-date" version on deviantart, or at least as up-to-date 2009 can be considered. The most noticable difference lies in the middle stage, given a much 'beakier' face. It and its first stage have also been given a lighter shade of brown, as well as dark pupils that match with the final stage.

Meanwhile, Jetrang is the perfect animal- the only change it recieved was being made just slightly more aerodynamic.

GOFLARE - SMOKOAL - BOMBURROW

How cute! It's a magma gopher with a gradually cooling shell of rock forming over it- AND it's a landmine! If this thing ends up in your golf course, you best just give up. Once again, other than slightly lighter colors, only one stage has received particularly noticeable changes- this time the final, being given clearer markings and removing the lava pit on its back to be a more solid shell.

One of my favorite bits of this line is how the middle stage is given the typical angry Sugimori eyes, while the final has those dark sweet-looking cute eyes you see on things like eeveelutions and vulpix. A very darling creature- I think I'll take it to the local golf course!

SQWIMP -CLAWDAWD - CLOBBSTER

Oh. Oh

Sqwimp

As you can tell by the complete lack of difference between the video version and the deviantart version, this is THE perfect beast. There's very little to say on it- it's a poor little shrimp that grows tough armor, and becomes practically untouchable! ... Except for its antennae, which are quite vulnerable.

Actually, it reminds me quite a bit of a certain videogame extraterrestrial... though, it's hard to say whether that's by design or pure coincidence.

Ah, this got pretty long already! As such, the rest of the post is simply going to be an image and link compilation of the rest of the dex that exists. The purpose of this is both to showcase the dex, but also to preserve its existence.

How much digital information is lost in a day? A youtube video from 2005 could be taken down for using copyright music, and nobody might even notice. An old, forgotten forum could finally shut down, throwing years of shared comments and ideas to the wind. It's insignificant to most, you don't need to cling to everything really.

My main interests lie in creature design. Both in original creations and fan-made. Not as a professional, but in general- I love seeing what fantastical things people create, and what you can learn about their own thought process through them. What they imagine makes a good design, or a cool concept, or an awesome creature- in these cases, what they imagine a POKEMON to be on their own terms.

This blog is meant to archive old and unique fakemon projects wherever I can find them as best I can, in case they should otherwise be lost to time. If you have any projects of your own that you'd forgotten, or if you know of anyone else's, please feel free to share! I have a lot of love for these things, and I'm hoping to spread that love to others.

Anyway, most images should have links to their original playlist / video / deviantart upload. Now, do note that unless explicitly stated by the original creator, these designs and sprites are not for free use in other projects.

And of course, if you are the original creator of these and have your own comments / would like the post to be removed, please feel free to speak! No need to be shy on these webpage

DarkNe0s deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/darkne0s

DarkNe0s youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@DarkNe0s/videos

#incomplete dex #youtube #deviantart #Youtube

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