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mogai-sunflowers · 3 years

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🌻m-spec nenbyLenby enbian orientations- sets of 2!🌻

so there’s a lot of these, and i don’t really want to separate them into two posts, so for all the posts of these specific m-spec enbian orientations (i have them for fenbyLenby, wenbyLenby, menbyLenby, genbyLenby, uenbyLenby, and nenbyLenby) will just have the terms so i can coin them

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aluvirian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to feminine-aligned non-binary people and woman-aligned non-binary people

phorusian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to feminine-aligned non-binary people and masculine-aligned non-binary people

phosphrian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to feminine-aligned non-binary people and man-aligned non-binary people

senician-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to feminine-aligned non-binary people and neutral-aligned non-binary people

nobelian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to feminine-aligned non-binary people and unaligned non-binary people

sodian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to woman-aligned non-binary people and masculine-aligned non-binary people

strontian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to woman-aligned non-binary people and man-aligned non-binary people

helian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to woman-aligned non-binary people and neutral-aligned non-binary people

mendelian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to woman-aligned non-binary people and unaligned non-binary people

endelvian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to masculine-aligned non-binary people and man-aligned non-binary people

rotactian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to masculine-aligned non-binary people and neutral-aligned non-binary people

palladian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to masculine-aligned non-binary people and unaligned non-binary people

actinian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to man-aligned non-binary people and neutral-aligned non-binary people

thorian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to man-aligned non-binary people and unaligned non-binary people

vermorian-

an orientation for neutral-aligned non-binary people who are attracted (exclusively or not) to unaligned non-binary people and neutral-aligned non-binary people

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all terms by me :3 if you’d like to make a flag for any of these, feel free to! just tag me in the post pls :]]

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anoddreindeer · 3 years

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On Polysilicate Mourning Rituals

In the space between one second and the next, Paul watched as the caustic fluid they'd been using to analyze spore samples dripped from a newly-eaten hole in the pipette towards the surface of their arm.

It would do damage, certainly, but nothing beyond surface-level. All sodians knew, from a very early point in their lifespans, not to store data in the cruft of their bodies. The outer portions that broke off and wore away, leaving them to smooth as they aged, were extremely poor choices for long-term data storage.

Though it wasn't always external forces that wore away at their cruft. While Paul had never indulged in the practice, they were aware that a number of other sodians had, in times long past, used tools to reshape themselves in ways they felt were more beneficial to their tasks. Younger ones would smooth away rough edges to appear older, thereby gaining more credence with alien scholars. Others would carve their heads into shapes more useful for the research technologies invented by species whose heads were shaped differently. Still others would hollow storage spaces within themselves, to store items against times of need that they could not otherwise carry.

Paul had never felt the need for any of that, but they had considered - were still considering - the one form of carving that all sodians agreed upon. While sodians encoded data into the very material they were made up of, they also carved commemorations into their cruft. The form it took varied from sodian to sodian; the sizes, the shapes, the locations, all of it extremely personal. And yet no sodian would mistake such a carving for anything other than what it was; a sign of mourning.

Paul had considered it. The loss of every other sodian, all the knowledge that they had poured into the homeworld - the place that would have been theirs, when the time came to rest and return to the planet.

All gone.

They were the only sodian left, and while they could theoretically re-establish sodians in another metaverse, that would be the work of millennia. It would never truly replace what was lost, of course. Whatever form the sodians took would be in the image of times past, but it would not be the same. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was a truth Paul did not often like to think about.

And, in truth, that loss was so all-encompassing that there were no symbols to adequately express it. Not room enough on Paul's current form to express the loss of untold worlds and pools of knowledge vast enough to encompass entire universes. They could carve that regret into every facet of every silica particle that made up their stony cruft, and it still would not be enough to express it all.

So they did not waste the time to try. Not yet. Not while it wouldn't do any good. Better to work on the foundations of something new; they were not the only ones to have lost everything, and more would do so if their current team failed in their mission.

The drop of fluid hissed as it made impact with their arm. Paul moved carefully to let it slide off and into the designated disposal container before inspecting the area carefully. A micro-fine layer of the fluid remained, and while the main silicate of their arm did not react to it, there appeared to be a reaction with some trace elements that was causing it to continue to hiss faintly and eat an exothermic trail in their arm.

"Fascinating."

Paul reached over and use a sampling swab to remove some of the caustic fluid from their arm, another to swab an uncontaminated area, and set the pipette down on a non-reactive surface. The fluid should not have reacted that way to Paul's cruft; this demanded closer study.

They got to work.

#whumptober2021 #no.16 #scars #paul #the reliables #masters of the metaverse #medium:fic #//so like carving = scarification for silica-based aliens

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rho-kassiopeia · 4 years

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Happy STS from your moral support dragon. Give me the ramble about your story. Make it as memorable as possible. I have a really hard time remembering things so I’m trying to get wips straight. Have a wonderful day.

Thank you so much for asking, love! Let’s talk about Oceans vast. And no, I will not be shutting up about it any time soon.

Creating the mythology for this world, especially Sodian. This is Mathilde’s home country, so it gets a bit more attention.

But what kind of cracks me up about Sodian, is that there was no goddess of love until about three years before the story opens.

The people of this country aren’t big on romantic love. Most experience it, but it’s not commonly talked about. Very much a keep-your-feelings-to-yourself-please-and-thank-you kind of people.

But! as mentioned, about three years ago, a lot of the high priests decided that prostitution, which was previously abhorrent, wasn’t really all that bad. When they came under scrutiny for this, they were all like “wait, haven’t we told you about the god and goddess of love? Totally real. Didn’t just make them up on the spot.”

And thus the priests get a free pass to sleep around, no questions asked.

I hope this makes sense and was memorable, Moral Support Dragon.

#STS #myhusbandsasemni #wip: oceans vast

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iconicartistmagazine · 5 years

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| Colour Splash | Photo / Christine Turek / @christineturek Model / Sodiane Laliberte / @sofiane_laliberte Agency / Montage Models /@montagemodels MakeUp / Gabby Vachon / @gabbyvachonmakeup See the Full Editorial on iconicartistmagazine.com #IconicArtistMagazine #BestIconicArtist #Photographer #Artist #Art #PicoftheDay #Magazine #Kavyar #PhotoVogue #Portfolio #Editorial #SupportTalent #Photooftheday #Print #Fashion #Auniqueportrait #Moda #Milan #ChristineTurek #Beauty (presso Milan, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/B08IlaJI_le/?igshid=1br5fesvabltv

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atintintintin · 5 years

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Do Children and Adults with Autism Spectrum Condition Anticipate Others' Actions as Goal-Directed? A Predictive Coding Perspective.

J Autism Dev Disord. 2019 Mar 08;:

Authors: Ganglmayer K, Schuwerk T, Sodian B, Paulus M

Abstract An action's end state can be anticipated by considering the agent's goal, or simply by projecting the movement trajectory. Theories suggest that individuals with autism spectrum condition (ASC) have difficulties anticipating other's goal-directed actions, caused by an impairment using prior information. We examined whether children, adolescents and adults with and without ASC visually anticipate another's action based on its goal or movement trajectory by presenting participants an agent repeatedly taking different paths to reach the same of two targets. The ASC group anticipated the goal and not just the movement pattern, but needed more time to perform goal-directed anticipations. Results are in line with predictive coding accounts, claiming that the use of prior information is impaired in ASC.

PMID: 30850911 [PubMed - as supplied by publisher]

via pubmed: autism https://ift.tt/2Cbv5dY

#IFTTT #pubmed: autism

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essanceofafemale · 5 years

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#Repost @sodians (@get_repost) ・・・ TREBLE TUESDAY 1YR ANNIVERSARY READY FOR MORE??? @treble.fm #trebletuesdays #2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/BtUc2BpBV_0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wmzd1b9hippp

#repost #trebletuesdays #2019

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mrrotgans · 10 years

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#SODIAN

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ribbonzregretz · 1 year

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a sub-species of the sodian! they have less of a monarchy and are more solitary than the sodians, i do intend to expand upon both sodian and ribdian culture!

#speculative biology #ribdian #sodianus zimic #they look so weird bc living in the mountains and being a chase type predator will do that to ya #art #artists on tumblr #the tail is meant to be a way to attract a mate! instead of the sodians more practical use!

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ribbonzregretz · 1 year

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more sodian stuff!!! some info about the pups! if it werent for some very vigilant parents and a very fluffy coat, the sodian species would be endangered at this point

#speculative biology #sodianus zimic #sodian pups #art #artists on tumblr

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rho-kassiopeia · 5 years

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The Sea of Midnight Excerpt

Have an unedited and poorly written excerpt of SoM! I hope y’all like it. I’m still insecure about my writing.

TRIGGER WARNING (I’m not sure if this is one, but I’d rather be safe than sorry): There’s one character in this chapter who’s absolutely awful. Don’t think that he stays in the story for long.

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As children, we hear fantastical stories. No one cares to correct children when they claim they’re mermaids or fairies. They’re children. They learn that those things aren’t real. But they never do learn. They die pretending that one day they’ll swim underwater without a need for air.

My parents believed in these myths as well. My mother often called me a “child of the ocean”. She was a special woman: never believing I could do wrong. My father was the same way. They were good people; always patient and optimistic until the end.

I think of them now. They must be disappointed in the person I’ve become. A woman who is never free from her own expectations. Someone who has turned to immoral acts to provide for herself.

I run down the streets of Arobet, a small city-state in the empire of Sodian. A place that I call home. The streets I walk are strange. The roads are paved, people of a higher class than my own stare at me, scoffing at my appearance and my obvious desperation. The women’s dresses are brightly colored and make the wearer look regal. The men point jeweled canes in my direction, tugging their coats tighter around them. They act like just looking at me would cause them to drop dead. In some ways, I envy these people. They’ve never had to work too hard to keep themselves afloat. I can almost guarantee that none of these women have had to sell their hair to make a few extra coins.

Have any of them lost family members to disease? Have they ever worked a day in their lives? Do they even know what it’s like to not sleep in a bed, but instead on the cold ground as it rained? I highly doubt it.

I can feel each bone in my body growing bitter because of my thoughts. I push them away. I hate being bitter or angry. The people who are closest to me often tell me I’m too sweet to be angry about anything. I don’t believe this to be true, but I try to keep their image of me positive.

My destination is a large house with chipped white paint. The house itself isn’t in wonderful condition, but the garden in the front is magnificent. Besides what’s inside, it may be the best part of this house. I knock on the door, fiddling with the fabric of my dress as I wait for an answer. A maid answers the door. She shakes her head and sighs at the sight of me. We know each other. Not well, of course, but we’ve encountered one another many times as I would rush out of this house on early mornings. I haven’t seen her in quite some time. She can’t be happy to see me back here. But this time, I’m not being led to the bedroom by her employer.

“He’s in his study.” She says once I’m stepped inside. She doesn’t say any more. She hurries away from me, disappearing up the wooden stairs.

I know where the study is. My feet take me there without me having to think too much about it. The door is shut and I open it without knocking. He sits at his desk, surrounded by books and pieces of parchment. He hears the door open and he looks up, his eyes finding me immediately.

“Hello, Mathilde,” He says, smiling. “How’s my favorite hussy?”

I sigh, looking at the floor. “Don’t call me that, Amias. I just need a bit of help with something.”

Amias stands, walking towards me. His smile never fades, only twists to be more frightening. I shrink back, almost regretting my decision to come and see him. But he’s the only person who knows of my plans that’s able to help me.

“Are you planning to leave now?” I nod. Amias laughs. “No one will take you! You’re a woman and I can confirm that you’re bad luck.”

There’s the foolish rumor that women are bad luck when sailing. This is causing a problem. I want to get away from the people of Arobet and the only way I can do this is by joining a crew of sailors. I’ve tried sneaking away with merchants; that got me beaten and left back where I started. Buying my way out of Arobet isn’t an option. What money do I have to spend? None.

My last option is to sail away, leaving my life on the shores of Sodian; in a town where people are sent to die.

“Someone will. People are desperate for companionship.”

“Darling, you won’t survive a day with pirates. You won’t even make it onto a ship.”

I snort. “Who said anything about pirates, and why won’t I make it onto a ship?”

He puts one hand under my chin. With his other hand, he twirls a strand of my red hair around his finger. He lowers his lips to my ear. “Because what would I do if my favorite left? I can assure you, if I don’t want you gone, you won’t be going anywhere.”

“I’ll go where I want.” I jerk away from him. “All I need's a bit of money. That’s it.”

Amias nods and walks over to his desk. He takes a purse out of a drawer, letting a few coins slip through his fingers. He stands in front of me again. Taking a gold coin from the purse, he holds it in front of my eyes.

“You will get your money, but you’ll have to work for it.”

“You know my terms,” I say, my gaze falls to the floor and my voice softens.

“Oh, no. You’re not doing that yet,” He presses the coin into the palm of my hand. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I hate you.”

He laughs. “I already know that, darling. Try again.”

So, I find something he doesn’t know. I talk until he’s out of gold coins. Amias refuses to give me any of the silver ones. He thinks they have more value. I hate that I know that about him. That’s what happens when you have a regular customer, I suppose. You get to know each other a bit too well.

Amias gives me a bag, urging me to keep track of the coins. The only thing more important to him than a familiar prostitute would be his money. And his money is mine now.

“Now, go buy your way out of this place. Not that it’s at all possible for you.” Amias waves a hand dismissively. “You belong to the men of this town, Mathilde.” He lowers his lips to mine, kissing the corner of my mouth. “But, I will see you tomorrow because you’re mine. As long as I have money, you belong to me.”

I shiver and fight back the urge to shove him away.

Amias walks to the door of his study. “I have to go get my wife. The woman’s decided it’s a good idea to waste away my fortune on frivolous items. My brother is in town, as well.” Amias smiles at me. “Maybe you can provide him with the same services that I get.”

He leaves, laughing to himself. I don’t understand how that’s at all humorous. Amias is a vile man; only concerned with matters relating to his money and his reputation. If there was a way that I could refuse to be in his presence, I would have never met him. But like Amias said, I belong to the men of this town.

I exit the study. Seeing that Amias is nowhere in sight, I make my way to his wife’s bedroom. The door to the room creaks open. Light filters through a window, highlighting the dust that’s settled on every piece of furniture in the room. I know his wife is almost never home, he wouldn’t need me if she was, but I didn’t realize how long she’s been gone until now. Do the maids ever clean this room?

I open the wardrobe that stands across from the window. Extravagant dresses hang inside. I pick the simplest one, swapping my dirtied clothes for this dress. The dress is maroon and comes down to my elbows. I don’t like to steal. I despise it, actually. Strangely enough, taking this dress doesn’t feel like stealing. Is that something a thief would say? Perhaps it is.

I walk down the hall to Amias’ room. I open the door, find the satchel I know will be resting against it, and pull that over my shoulder. Amias has a desk in his room and I don’t understand why he needs it. He has a perfectly good one in his study that he uses more than this one. Regardless of why he has it, that desk is helping me now. There’s a brown leather coat on the desk chair. I grab the coat, knowing that it’ll be too big for me. I don’t mind that. I tend to like clothes that aren’t my size.

After pulling both the coat and the satchel onto my shoulders, I make a dash for the door. My footsteps echo loudly and I grab the attention of every person I pass. All the servants here know and detest me. They’ve all seen me run out of this house before. They never stare. Maybe they know this is the last time I’ll be seeing them. I really hope it is.

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