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maddiviner · 7 months

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NPCs! OMG

I'm not one of those people who insists arguing on the internet is for dweebs. I realize it has a place and function. I just sometimes feel the need to curb my own impulse to do that, especially on those completely empty ten-hour night shifts. If I don't hold back, I end up writing replies to people on Facebook like this.

Little context - I've been hanging out in this group on Facebook about "Simulation Theory." It's mostly what you'd expect?

I have no clue when I joined this group - probably in the distant past, and/or I expected something else from it. I was pretty interested in that kinda thought experiment when i was in university, mostly as a result of this whole "make fun of Descartes" shit that went on.

I'm pretty sure it only started showing up in my feed suddenly (rather recently) because of a health diagnosis that the group seems to find fascinating. Guess when I joined support groups for that, it also started putting this group in my feed because of it.

Either way, I stayed in the group (with some other people I met there) to lurk, learn what they're believing, and try and push people away from that kind of thing.

They have this obsession with NPCs, who are supposedly soulless creatures that look utterly like humans in every other way. They argue constantly about whether NPCs are controlled by evil intelligences, or just AI, stuff like that.

In the above I was trying to explain to some poor sap that the people he saw in a cafe laughing unprovoked weren't, in fact, glitched-out soulless entities called NPCs, but instead probably just thinking about dangerous sex acts involving dextromethorphan.

If you find yourself writing that kind of explanation or reply on the internet, dial it back a bit? I did. That screenshot was taken a while back, and now I'm mostly lurking that awful group, if that. I often tell myself that those kinds of comments are meant to convince the lurkers more than the people I'm debating... but there's a limit to that, wtf.

Why? I don't really know. It seems to really show the cutting edge of how the techbros are meshing with the New Age movement. It's disturbing, but I want to know what is going on there. Plus, they won't stop bringing up my particular diagnosis, and I still jump in to debunk that association when I see it.

#new age #simulation theory #simulation #cult #cults #doused #eliza.tx #unreality mention #kink mention #i guess #dxm #npcs #demiurge #metaphysics #philosophy #well #sort of #nerdy demiurge #unreality

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miyeyu · 3 months

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"'FIND THEM. NOW,' he shouts down at his wrist. Shadowy figures pour from the portal, half a dozen in total. Humanoid silhouettes, with rows of green symbols scrolling down through the empty space. Occasionally, they flicker, and chunks of the outline are filled in with real bodyparts. A quarter of a face, with an eye. A mouth stretched in agony. A single arm, or leg, or hand or foot, though rarely all at the same time. Clothed torsos that ranged from white button-downs with pocket protectors to plain t-shirts with nerdy franchise logos. The nameless Technicians of The Superuser, fully digested into the Demiurgic domain, even as their bodies still scroll through sectors of junk memory and fragments of the people they once were."

(2/3) fanart for Rae (Sunlit_skycat)'s "Till the Stars Burn Out". https://archiveofourown.org/works/49773955/chapters/125639266

#wildbow #i've never read this series help #i just wanted to make art for the fic #worm web serial #some artistic license lol

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pazodetrasalba · 2 months

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קַבָּלָה‎

Dear Caroline:

I've gotten started with Scott's Unsong, and it promises to be quite entertaining. The premise has just about the right combination of crazy, nerdy and funny.

Mysticism is not generally an area where I feel a great deal of interest (I don't really see myself as ticking the 'spiritual but not religious' box, except in the sense of being a very unhappy atheist at the loss of certainty), but I have read some kabbalistic stuff, mostly as a function of my early interest in Judaism. This started when I was a kid, reading the Old Testament, and expanded later with a broader interest in Judaism as people and community. De Lange's Atlas to the Jewish World was a real treasure-trove in this regard. Later I would complement it with reads about Antisemitism in general and the Shoah in particular, all of which, along with my admiration for some great Jewish thinkers and writers, made me unusually philosemitic. Here was a people who had historically always valued scholarship and learning, cruelly persecuted, the proto-nerds of the world. I would usually get into bitter arguments with my best friends about this (and I still do sometimes), as sympathy for Palestinians -especially in the left- translates rather directly into antipathy towards Jews.

But I digress. I was saying that I've actually read a book of excerpts from the Zohar, which allows to me actually enjoy Scott's gemaristic shenanigans. The book still lies in my shelves, a bit dusty through the passage of time:

Actually, though, my greatest familiarity with the Sefirot comes from one of my favorite RPG games: Kult was a Swedish extravanganza I only got to play a couple of times, but I got hold of the manuals and was really fascinated by it. In case you aren't acquainted with it is a Gnostic narrative of the present in which humans are divine creatures imprisoned in an illusion created by the Demiurge which as started to break in the last 5 or so centuries, after this figure's disappearance. His main servitors were, in fact, the sefirot, who are now slugging it out in a war to keep humanity in chains.

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At the time of creation, the constituent elements were not pure; the flower of each of them was still mixed with its impurities. Moreover, everything lacked order, like the stroke produced by a small pen loaded with inkwell residue. It was, thanks to the name engraved by forty-two letters, that the world took a sharp shape. Every existing form in the world emanates from these forty-two letters, which are, in a way, the crown of the sacred name. By combining with each other, overlapping and thus forming certain figures above and certain others below, they gave rise to the four cardinal points and to all existing forms and images.

Rabbi Simeon bar Yojai

#caroline ellison #unsong #kabbalah

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neinsev · 8 months

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My assumption of you

Nerdy sexual devil? Is that you?

-🧚🏽‍♀️

More of a nerdy sexual demiurge but yeah

#ask #answered

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argumate · 3 years

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tagline master post:

- dumb yet mildly chuckleworthy - shockingly flamboyant celery - Purveyor of impious and immoral libels. - approximately reasonable person with bad jokes - professional moderatrix - acceptable tier - certain playful irregularities begin to become evident - overdismissively flip - I was half correct - unwarranted confidence, unwarranted optimism, no outstanding warrants - a sinful (counter-counter-)signaler - insufferable superfluity of naughtiness - Imperfect Owling Weather - sometimes insightful but really dropped the ball on this one - welcome to my boring mind - fascinating, yes, my comment was facetious/hyperbolic - I think you have a decent point in there somewhere though. But keep it real. - I don't know how to use this website so apologies if I make mistakes! - we’re all garbage star children - gollum can get it, you know he can - but you came here for my bad take, so here it is. - a flawed pancake demiurge, unsure and unworthy of the massive power they wield - the fact that we haven’t bullied you off the site for being a centrist dweeb is another reason why we can’t have nice things - scrawling out brain noise and hurling it into the howling vortex of the internet, day in and day out, stopping only to sleep - an absolute cretin talking complete bullshit - taking a giant crap to general acclaim - this is a pretty facile dunk - yeah that’s right bitches this is a castration blog again for some reason - An elegant tagline for a more civilized blog - you’re Not Wrong but I hate everything I just read - false but surprisingly compelling - You wouldn’t still be reading if you were afraid of a little repetition - Incrementalism: It’s Better Than Nothing™ - blog bimbo - op has a lot of dumb opinions and i don’t support them but this is a good point - Canonically and also Historically Inaccurate - stable to the point of monotony - people yelling at each other, arguing about things that are outside the pale of conventional conversation, etc. - The Blog Who Knew Too Much (And Yet Nowhere Near Enough) - suspiciously capitalist, be wary - an idolatry of reason - merely insufferable - I’m now less confident in my opinion having heard this - I’m now less confident in my opinion having - our new tagline - blasé liberal humanism - the birds are torn apart by envy and the owl doesn’t care - tribute to the mad owl king - a Rorschach blot in the vague shape of an owl. - under some kind of faerie curse to never decline an invitation to an argument - I don’t like this but I recognize it is objectively good - the downside of petty internet fame - not -wrong- just a little shallow - A generous social safety net would solve this - It's fucked up to make public statements - unflappable terrible bastard owl - i’m just a slut for obscure & nerdy snowclones - it’s an issue that people have very strong feelings about (not me though!) - just some liberal - from the wack timber of humanity, no legit thing was ever made - how can someone be so massively wrong - the humanist with no self control - our resident ultra-relatable Aussie feminist Tumblr teen - this shit is not half as clever as you think it is - another goddamn Harry Potter reference for which I apologise profusely - come to the vault and check out my extensive collection of easily disprovable opinions - a stupidly misguided form of blogging - there is a certain level of dope that you fundamentally cannot reach without also being proportionally cheesy - you’re allowed to dislike argumate! tons of people dislike argumate! - nobody spends more time going through my posts than I do! - regular reminder that I'm a fucking cretin - euphoric diarrhea - most egregiously wrong - free to opine about anything - I’m sorry but you just had to see it. - an atheist with imperfect social graces - A glib and mildly smug saint - new tagline? no! - it’s no fun if you do it on purpose >:( - it may not be good, but it is very much the right kind of bad. - this is REALLY close to being funny - unflappable, funny, confident, systematic, unattainable, smart, and a certain je ne sais quoi - that certified argumate brand of cursed - Mr. Stupid Hippie Owl

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the-blind-geisha · 3 years

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How do you think a nerdy teen Demi’s would act if he’s trying to be all Cool and flirt with mc at a party? Lol

Demiurge wasn't a social butterfly by any means. He grew up being picked on and ridiculed because of his appearance. However, kids could be cruel, and while the atmosphere and tension about him lessened when he got older, it still truly effected his outlook on himself.

It was just a casual 'let's go nuts' kind of party. There was drinking, of course, but Demiurge didn't really trust himself not to over drink just to make himself far more bold than he was. He stuck to water for now. As it were, it wasn't like he was truly taking chances and showing how interesting a person he could be.

When he saw you there, sitting alone on the sofa as everyone else was partnered off and having fun, he wondered what he should do.

He could finally take this chance to sit and talk to you.... about what, though?

I doubt she'd love to hear me ramble on and on about animal birthing, Demiurge thought to himself in regards to a topic starter. He nervously tapped his fingers against the plastic cup in his hand before deciding to at least go over and ask if the seat beside you was taken.

Pulling away from your phone, you looked up at him with a brief yet honest smile. “Hey.”

“Umm, h-hey,” he stuttered, already kicking himself in the head for sounding so pathetic. Demiurge almost wanted to run and hide just from that alone. “Is, umm.. is this seat taken?”

You moved over, shaking your head. “You can sit there if you want to.”

Okay. Cool! Good first step, he mentally coached, sitting down beside you. However, now that he had joined you, what next? Poor guy was bad at this. “So...a-are you...you look...you look very pretty!”

Really? He couldn't even ask how you were doing? Commenting on the looks would probably make you think he was narcissistic and only cared how you physically appeared. He rolled his teeth over his lower lip, hoping you'd forgive that.

“Oh. Thanks,” you said with a smile, looking over your outfit. “Sadly it's a little stained since I had someone knock booze onto me.” You weren't angry. It wasn't an expensive outfit by any means, but it was one you liked.

Demiurge shook his head quickly. “I, umm, I couldn't tell!” The words flew out of his mouth quickly to try and cover up what he assumed was his blunder earlier. “It still looks really good on you.” But he was lying a bit. He could see the obvious stain on your chest. He was just being polite.

“Thank you. That's very sweet.” He was. You could tell he was nervous, struggling to try and talk to you, but you found it enduring. “Are you having fun? I don't think I've ever seen you at parties before.... Demiurge, wasn't it?”

“You know my name?” Hopefully that was a good thing. Demiurge was a bit shocked by that as the two of you rarely got a chance to talk.

“Yeah.” You smiled. “You're the farmer, right?”

He was processing so many emotions at once that Demiurge stumbled mentally over himself to even know how to properly express himself. “I-uh-well—y-yes! I run a farm with my mom. Well, more like, my mom handed it over to me while she works as a waitress at a downtown diner.” He pointed at you. “Your name is y/n, yeah?”

Of course he knew your name. He wrote it down several times in private when daydreaming about you.

“Yeah, that's right.” You were a bit surprised he would even care to remember it since you didn't see yourself as the popular girl in school. You weren't just a 'girl in school'.

Where could he take this talk without it being weirder than he felt it already was? Oh wait. You asked him a question before all this. “Oh, umm, to answer your question earlier—I am having fun... now, anyways.”

#like a social nerd who isn't capable of even walking straight with water in his hands #poor guy #demiurge #demiurge/mc #demiurge/reader #modern!Demiurge #overlord #overlord demiurge #mod answers #anon #demiurge snippet #headcanon

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baphymittens · 3 years

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Demiurge: *talks complicated nerdy shit*

Mc:

#demi #demiurge #overlord #demiurge overlord #overlord demiurge #demiurge/mc #demiurge/oc #demiurge/reader

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scrambles-the-slutbringer-blog · 6 years

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part 2

Part two who I was

Hey babes it's your girl Nikki again, just got in from the Gym. Since I went through my changes I seem to be able to handle the naughty stuff in life and all the sex helps but this perfect bod still needs work and pain to keep itself perfect. I could talk about self love but if my last post should make clear it's that I'm not short on that. Plus I'm getting close to seducing my coach, I can see the way she keeps looking at my tits and ass when she thinks I'm not looking. She's coming to terms with it so all I have to do is wait and keep doing those stretches and she'll get what she really wants.

I'll let you know all about it once she gives in.

But enough about lusty but repressed middle class chick who wants to fuck , today I'm gonna talk about a no longer repressed middle class (technically) chick loves to fuck. We're gonna talk start the story of how I became the perfect Bimbo Goddess. So it's best to start at the beginning so we see what person all the wonderful things happened to make my fabulous fuckable self so completely perfect.

So lets start at who I was before this all began. Let's introduce Nichole, the girl I used to be.

At the start of my wonderful changes Nichole was a 18 year old Biochemistry student studying at the University of Liverpool. I came from a good middle class boring family, who work in respectable jobs, read the guardian and enjoy cheese boards. I was raised in a pleasant middle England village, appeared in the local papers for all sorts of do-gooder community stuff and didn't say fuck until I was 15.

my height was the average 5.4, I tended towards skinny....well scrawny really in terms of weight . I wasn't just thin my bod had no real definition, no curves no bumps, just some weird wiry chicken bod. My breasts where small, I wouldn't even call them perky I'd say at best I was sporting something which could fit into AA bra's. The nipples where just as depressing, I almost passed as a my teenage boy in the chest area. I've nailed fat guys with better tits, they were not particularly sensitive either.....I don't think I got a moment of pleasure out of them or the few occasions I had a “sexual experience.” as I put it since I never got comfortable with the work fuck.

My Ass was equally depressing, I had a bony butt. No junk in my trunk. No muscles, no meat, no tone my pale none-ass leading into bony hairy legs J. My hips? What hips? My scrawny build left me looking like a 14 year old pre-pubescent boy. My face was....ugh, patrician nose. Thin lips, some cheekbones and dull grey/blue eyes concluding a fairly nerdy face. The mousey brown man bun hair crowing this whole me didnt do any favours. The overall affect was at best-unfuckable hispter.

But then again my' fashion' choices didn't do me any favours. I considered myself an outsider and dressed as such, no make-up to enhance what little I had backed up by bland baggy clothes lacking definition (not that their was much to define). I never bothered with a bra so nothing was really on show and I usually wore hoodies or t-shirts. Usually with some stupid hipster or political slogan on the front. At least I wore ripped jeans, although I fucked that up by not shaving my legs as a “statement”. The only thing I did right was the piercings the ears, one in the tongue and a lower cyber bite. Although I never wear earrings or any jewellery. I had a nasal, nervous squeaky voice which which always sounded like I was about to get really upset and my accent was very very English middle class.

You might think I was miserable and lonely being such an uggo but I had plenty of friends and was enjoying uni. I was heavily involved in politics and fighting the power with how 'woke' I was, Feminism and animal rights. I'd even gone along to some animal liberation front stuff. I was a regular at meetings about body positivity and so on. I loved going to slam poetry recitals and intersectional coffee mornings. I wrote poetry about nature of the female divine vs the demiurge patriarchy.

Which is funny since I call myself a Goddess a fair bit but I've yet to meet my guy equivalent.

I was really outspoken about my politics and pretty much everything. I'd been the smartest kid in school and something of an outsider. Now I was at uni I was surrounded by people who where cut from the same cloth. I had something I would have considered fun and even had a boyfriend called Steven. I broke with him about a month before we really get going. Nichole felt he was too focused on the physical aspects of our relationship.

Nikki finds this hilarious considering Nicole only fucked him twice, the 2nd time she was thinking about her lecturer and she was crap.

I also had/have friends. To be fair most of them have put of distance between me. I get the impression think I betrayed the cause/s

I have an younger brother he's more of a beer drinking football type and I've never really had much to say to him or about him, except it's for the best he keeps his distance from me for his own good. My mum and dad where cut from the same cloth as me, poetry, feminism et etc. The relationship is....well we'll get into that.

One final thing, When I say I'm smart I'm really smart. Top of my class smart, I can't remember a time when I've found something in biology or chemistry hard. I'm generally pretty smart across the board as well.

I don't resent Nichole, I mean I resent the fact time as her and not Nikki .but nothing about her repulses me, In fact, I'd probably try to fuck her if I met her. She'd hate me, my changes would frighten her and certainly avoid the wonderful things which would occur to me. I don't mind, she was a caterpillar who didn't know about the butterfly.

So the stage is set Nicola the boring boyish cliché student has settled into university life and is ready to go for the next part. I'm going to take it easy tonight and enjoy a quiet night in sliding my fingers between my legs thinking about all the naughty things I'd like to do to my personal trainer. I'm getting wet just thinking about her.... Clare's posh accent, her tight ass and blonde hair.....oh my.

She just texted me.

I'll see you all soon.

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