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I wrote a relatively proudable story in a writing workshop the other week and if this post gets sufficient encouragement I might edit/translate/post it or w/e

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What if there was a human who was a caterpillar and didn't know it so when they statrted producing thick saliva that dries into a hard adhesive they just thought it was disgusting and tried to keep swallowing it but they were producing it faster and faster and after a couple hours they were forced to spit it out every time and eventually they just sat infront of a bucket filling it with that vile leaf-green muchus, watching it congeal, not forming it into the cocoon it was supposed to be, and when the saliva stopped flowing they thought it was over but it was just their time to metamorphose and when they started liquifying to transform they had no chrysalis to contain them and they became a puddle of blood and of stomach acid trying to digest itself and rebuild but too spread out to come together so all their heart could power before beating its last kuh thump was two big, multi colored, fan-like structures around it one wouldn't have identified but might have recognized as the precursors to wings

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I asked Peat Thistle, a teacher in a large village near Arnteš, regarding the role of this Great Nasm; I wrote most she said:

Yes, in times of great need, one turns to plead with the Nasm. One must truly be obsequent with the Great Nasm, truly bowing low before him, so low that one's hands rest on marble, and one must say "all knowledge is with the Nasm." Then one may begin one's plea [...] I will tell you the useful way.

First one ought to say "O Nasm!" and stutteringly begin describing the woes. Then one ought to cry, indeed baby-like before the Nasm. The Nasm loves that, the displays of being agonized and pathetic. Indeed, one ought to shed tears, and snot, and piss... I dare call it prudent to piss oneself before the Great Nasm.

It is the barter of Nasms, tales of [...] people being pathetic before them. Rumors of pissed trousers are gold to a Nasm.

The passage above has been expurgated of discussion of urine, whose place in the culture and Peat Thistle's mind warrents invetigation that I lack the stomach to pursue. In polite terms, it seems the people of Nèardn all but trade humiliation for aid in times if crisis.

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Minecraft idea: salt

It spawns as blocks called rock salt, in mountain and ocean biomes. Breaking it with a wood pickaxe gives four of an item called table salt, which would probably look too much like sugar. Crafting four table sugar turns them back to rock salt

Rock salt plus lamp makes a rock salt lamp, which doesn't do much but looks cool. Table salt plus any cooked meat or fish makes an item that's just salted + the name of the meat or fish, eg salted steak or salted cod, which makes it return an extra drumstick. Salt + rotten flesh makes jerky, which gives three drumsticks

Pointed dripstone growing from rock salt will make rock salt beneath it instead of more dripstone, allowing salt to be farmed

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Minecraft idea: astral projection. Crafting a new item called End shroom with a wooden bowl and a third ingredient to create spiritual stew. It will allow you to travel between dimensions, depending on what the third ingredient is: if it's a red or brown mushroom you go to the Overworld, if it's a warped or crimson fungus you go to the Nether, if it's a Chorus flower or second Ender shroom you go to the End. It also gives you the effect Astral Form for 1 minute. When it wears out, you're back where your body was when it set in

When you project, if no one else is in the dimension your body is in, it stops generating it. If someone else is there, they can see your body lying on the ground. It can't move on its own, hostile mobs will attack it as normal, and other players are free to grief you to their hearts' content. If your body dies, you respawn as normal

Whatever you were wearing when the Astral Form effect started will be what you wear in the other dimension, and you can't change out of it; the rest of your inventory stays with your body. When the Astral Form effect wears off, everything in your inventory but your clothes drops as though you died.

In Astral Form, you're immune to fire and poison, except for fire from enchanted weapons, and you don't take damage from cacti and berry bushes; however, you do receive damage from touching soul sand and soul soil and have a lower max HP. You can also sneak through walls: while pressing your sneak button, any horizontal movement ignores collisions, allowing you to pass through walls but not climb up them in any way.

I'm thinking it might allow you to barter with Endermen. They won't attack you in Astral Form, and if you give drop a grass block near them, they'll appraise it and drop one or more items, a lot like piglins. It does take a lot of preparation to do this, and I'm not sure what they might give

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Uh oh!

Looks like somebody needs to

Start running

Your mannerisms have been determined smarmy and deceptive, and your shenanigans are therefore inpremissable.

Your shit will be come for in 5 minutes.

If you wish to avoid death, flight is advised over alternatives. Freezing will not deceive our operatives and fighting will fail as GeneriCorp Dying and Death™ life termination units are stronger than you.

Any request for a cool death filed within the past 3 days have not been processed. We thank you for your understanding.

GeneriCorp's punitive division has written a message for you upon sentecing you to this fate:

Get fucked and we hate you

From all of us here at GeneriCorp, we assure you that you will be missed. You will be survived by:

...and all your friends whose encounters with you have failed to be documented.

Get thinking about those final words!

With love, GeneriCorp ltd

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I'd like to start this post by apologizing for making a several-paragraph "answer" and being a complete steanger at the same time. This post is more for me than for you, op, feel free to not read it. Anyway,

Vriska has a robotic prosthetic arm made by Equius, so there's for sure some medical mutual aid done by adolescent trolls that aren't professional doctors.

I also think troll society doesn't care too much if its children suffer and die. There's the whole concept of the trials in the brooding caverns kinda necessitates this, and gain with Vriska, she feeds trolls to her lusus and that seems to be like, normal.

More interesting concept, whatever eugenics deathsquads carry out culls can also have a healing duty or a healing counterpart. We're told that Feferi's idea of culling means taking care of the unfit and the infirm, so it's possible that troll society's current idea of culling includes taking care of those that are slightly unwell but deemed fit to survive.

In conclusion: the medical institutions on Alternia are probably a sign that says "idk you figure it out 🤷‍♀️"

do alternia has doctors? i mean like the population is full of kids and teens like at most the oldest troll who could be a doctor is 19 but who knows the doctor could be 16 or 13 for all we know

or did alternia had just pre-set medications and the kids had to self diagnose and get the medicine themself? is there a machine that checks what illness they have? how does this planet even work

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The Wiki is an infection to a worldbuilding enthusiast's mind

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Homestuck troll inheritance

In Homestuck, trolls don't raise or know their children. So who gets their stuff when they die? I'm not really gonna try to guess about the vision of Alternian culture given in the text; I'm thinking more that trolls have had many different cultures, and this is just some of the ways some of these cultures would give away an estate

Number 1: dereliction

When someone dies, nobody owns their stuff anymore, and basically anyone can turn up and claim whatever they had. Maybe there's a dedicated lot for things left behind by the dead, where people take their departed romantic partners' belongings. This is naturally more practical in smaller communities with smaller economies, such as a foraging tribe or a small farming settlement. It might also be cause for friction, so it might not be too stable for such a naturally aggressive race

Number 2: caste ownership

The property is divided among the people of the same caste as the deceased. This is how the role of Condesce is inherited in canon. If there's no one in the caste (especially a problem for the fuschias), their stuff can be held until someone new of the caste claims it, or given entirely to a different caste, or just derelicted.

Number 3: seizure

In this view, everyone is basically renting all of their belongings from someone in power, such as a bank or a lord or something. When they die, that entity doesn't so much inherit that property as gets it again now that you're done holding it. But this chain of ownership has an end, someone who actually owns the stuff; if that someone is a person, what happens when they die? If that person got their roll by caste, it can be held until a new caste member comes along. Maybe that monarch holds a will. Else, dereliction guarantees civil war.

Number 4: romance (any)

A troll has up to five romantic partners (2 ashen, and one in each of the other 3 quadrants). Each of them get an equal cut of the estate. If a troll dies single, their stuff can be derelicted or seized.

Number 5: romance (specific)

A troll's stuff might go to only some of their partners. The most likely person to be included would be to the moirail, as they're probably the person a troll trusts the most. A matesprit is the second most common, then an auspistice, then a kismesis, and the ashen rival is the likeliest to be excluded. Every society that includes the ashen rival includes the auspistice

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My main's url is PenisWizard69. I outclass your bird's firepower

Fantasy race of humans that diverged from plain humans by entering a symbiosis with dragons, for protection from predators from predators for the humans and pests for the dragons

These humans use shed dragon skin as a type of fine leather, and dragon scales to make jewellery, weapons, even armor if they have a lot. They have practices to care for their dragons, that usually meld into their religions

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You are forgiven. Tread lightly my friend

Fantasy race of humans that diverged from plain humans by entering a symbiosis with dragons, for protection from predators from predators for the humans and pests for the dragons

These humans use shed dragon skin as a type of fine leather, and dragon scales to make jewellery, weapons, even armor if they have a lot. They have practices to care for their dragons, that usually meld into their religions

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Hey if you wanna say someone "fucking stole" something you should restrain that to when you're not a complete stranger sending them push notifications

Fantasy race of humans that diverged from plain humans by entering a symbiosis with dragons, for protection from predators from predators for the humans and pests for the dragons

These humans use shed dragon skin as a type of fine leather, and dragon scales to make jewellery, weapons, even armor if they have a lot. They have practices to care for their dragons, that usually meld into their religions

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Fantasy race of humans that diverged from plain humans by entering a symbiosis with dragons, for protection from predators from predators for the humans and pests for the dragons

These humans use shed dragon skin as a type of fine leather, and dragon scales to make jewellery, weapons, even armor if they have a lot. They have practices to care for their dragons, that usually meld into their religions

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This implies a sort of cyclical view of emotions, where joy increases until a single moment of shock turns it to sadness, which slowly quiets until numbness gives way to joy again. I really don't like the idea of happiness being the set up for unexpected suffering. Unnecessarily depressing. But the rest of it, the parable of agony to sadness to numbness to formal joy to intimate joy, that's beautiful to me.

Maybe this culture views the cycle in pieces, not thinking about it as one continuous process, but as different common modes of feeling. This kinda defeats the beauty I find in this, though. Replacing outright superstition with a sort of working metaphore. Less hearted and more brained

Another option is that sever the month at the full moon, saying surprise is the end and sadness the beginning. This feels clunky to me. The moon-as-mouth concept feels simple and natural but the full moon disconnect feels complicating and unnatural

I'll leave these thoughts for later

Culture that interprets the moon as a mouth, and its phases as expressions

The waxing crescent is a polite smile :). It's auspicious for formal occasions with a broad community. Time to see your colleagues, distant relatives, and neighbors you don't really talk to. If you habe a request from someone in power, this is the time to make it.

The waxing gibbous is an overjoyed smile :D. Auspicious for joyous life events, like weddings and childbirth. Spend this time on the things and with the people that matter most to you. Proposal central, this time of the month

The full moon is in shock :O. This time will surprise you. If you've been holding on to a secret, now's when you might bring it to light

The waning period is all sorrow :(. This is a time of want, so be sure to have. It starts with a great cry of terror, and slowly resolves, calms down; the early wane is for outright tragedy and open weeping, and the later wane better suited for quieter introspection. It's also a time of hunger and taking, the closing mouth interpreted as biting down. Paradoxixally, it may be a good time for a long process to come to fruition

The new moon has no mouth : . It doesn't work with my lil emoticons. It's a time for secrets, and any mysteries that surface in these darkest nights are typically left alone. It's a time for privacy and intimacy, to do things you don't want people seeing. It's a time for social withdrawal and meditation, attempting to achieve quiet and peace

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Culture that interprets the moon as a mouth, and its phases as expressions

The waxing crescent is a polite smile :). It's auspicious for formal occasions with a broad community. Time to see your colleagues, distant relatives, and neighbors you don't really talk to. If you habe a request from someone in power, this is the time to make it.

The waxing gibbous is an overjoyed smile :D. Auspicious for joyous life events, like weddings and childbirth. Spend this time on the things and with the people that matter most to you. Proposal central, this time of the month

The full moon is in shock :O. This time will surprise you. If you've been holding on to a secret, now's when you might bring it to light

The waning period is all sorrow :(. This is a time of want, so be sure to have. It starts with a great cry of terror, and slowly resolves, calms down; the early wane is for outright tragedy and open weeping, and the later wane better suited for quieter introspection. It's also a time of hunger and taking, the closing mouth interpreted as biting down. Paradoxixally, it may be a good time for a long process to come to fruition

The new moon has no mouth : . It doesn't work with my lil emoticons. It's a time for secrets, and any mysteries that surface in these darkest nights are typically left alone. It's a time for privacy and intimacy, to do things you don't want people seeing. It's a time for social withdrawal and meditation, attempting to achieve quiet and peace

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The visible spectrum is visible to us mostly because it's what the Earth's atmosphere lets in best. Imagine a race of aliens whose atmosphere doesn't let in red, orange or yellow, but evolved to see it to watch for fires. To them, these colors would be barely visible if at all in the sunlight, but fire would reveal them in the dark

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An idea I came up with recently that I really like, elements in pairs of opposites with one of them being blood and air.

Blood is hot, a breeze cools you down. Blood is thick and sticky, air is loose and flowing. Blood taste sharp, air barely tastes at all. Through all of these, blood is a heavy presence and air a very light one.

Blood can represent things that bind you - namely pacts, legacy and family, while air as a representation of freedom is so ingrained I don't know how to elaborate. Also, blood is associated with injury and death, and air brings you life.

On the whole, blood and air are a pair to do with burden, freedom, ease vs difficulty. On the surface they don't feel like opposites but when you feel them out it really clicks