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So trolls have nipples apparently. Which is weird as all hell given that they’re an alien insect species with centralized reproduction which doesn’t lactate and is unlikely to have ever done so in the past. What do you think they’re for?

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Sebaceous glands. Trolls express oil from their nipples which they groom onto their hair and skin. The larger the glands, the longer and more luxurious the hairstyle the troll can support. 

Despite the advent of modern conveniences such as conditioner, flat-chested trolls with long, nice hair are presumed to have well-endowed quadrants. 

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have we been over “they could be more like last names”

Shoosh, You >:|

I don’t actually object to that in principle, but I still think the reincarnation mysticism about Signs wouldn’t make much sense if there were so few. There’d necessarily be just SO MANY sign-sharers in even just one year’s hatchings(outside Jades and Tyrians), let alone a generation, that sharing a sign with someone would seem rather mundane. Though I could see “soulmate” type folk-beliefs coming out of that, or maybe a vague parallel to sibling-feeling??

The other thing about that approach is that it’d make the signs practically useless, in and of themselves, as identifiers(which doesn’t fit well with how much meaning Trolls invest in them, but whatever), so the only version of that approach I’d be happy with would be one where “Sursigns” were combined with other specifiers, ala Roman and Chinese naming conventions(I’m sure there are others, these are just two “large, complex, formalized name” naming convention systems I know). So, like, you’d have the Sign as essentially a super-generic official lineage marker(kind of like “clan” names), then your two names specifying you further, and maybe some other junk too. So there might be numerous “True Gemini” in Sollux’s gen, but none also named “Sollux Captor”, and then maybe there’s also some signifiers beyond that Trolls don’t regularly use(perhaps they’re seen as “personal names” that you’d only share with quadrantmates, or maybe they’re even more purely administrative that the Signs).

However, Ancestors as a concept arising from “what if it’s more like last names” could stem from back when adults were onplanet—most kids don’t bother to believe (that it was ever true, that there are any left), but there’s a rumor that you can get into caches and past security systems left by pre-Ascension adults of your exact same hue and sign. That you might just have an affinity for the same sort of hiding places. Whoever the last great thisorthat was, back when adults vied for status and material wealth on the same ground kids walk today… you might find an estate, a mansion, a bunker, a buried treasure, a storage cave, something off-grid and ancient and not provided by drones, with your very own sign on it… something grownup, not childish, something no kid today was meant to have…

And as the memory of pre-Ascension adults got fainter, and the world more picked-over, it’d get bastardized down to the thin thread of really infamous predecessors who’d left stories behind instead of junk. And our crop of ectotrollkids are positioned to Actually Have Ancestors, versus the scads of not so special younsters bearing the same sigils who never drew particularly close to any of their preceeding pictosakes.

Ok, yeah, I could see that. Earthicans do that all the time as it is, though they’re working with a lot more than 288 surnames.

Actually, I don’t think we’ve ever talked about how trolls even get signs assigned to them before, have we?  (I mean aside from obviously having to have one matching your blood color.)  If Vriska felt that her Ancestor was Significant, presumably they don’t choose them.  So then where do they come from?  Is it based on some biological/genetic thing?  Is it assigned by lusus?  Is everyone given a personality test via brain scan?

On the one entirely metaphorical hand, I feel like them being assigned totally randomly
out of their blood-caste symbology

by the, presumably, handful of Jade adults allowed on the planet to administer to the Mother Grub and oversee the Trials would be the obvious explanation.

On the other entirely metaphorical hand, there’s no way Meenah would design a system that boring and sensible. Soul-Crushing? Yes. “Rad” and Ridiculous to the point of mockery and self-parody? No. Just doesn’t fit her style.

But Condy’s not Meenah; she’s Meenah sculpted in a particular direction by a misogynistic god-tween merged with HALquius and half an egomaniacal clown, incipient within a pedophiliac magic cueball puppet-wizard. So… MAYBE The Condesce would, in some situations, choose to enforce soul-grinding, individuality-denying monotony over a more convoluted and “exciting” system? Idk.

I think it would be far more interesting if signs were a ancient part of troll culture that predates the empire.  What is their purpose, anyway?  There seems to be a mysticism associated with them, but no real practical use.  I would think that if it were simply a soul-crushing institution of the empire it would serve some purpose to make Condi’s life easier, like pre-classifying trolls for their future professions, or something.  But if it were something like that, there wouldn’t be any mysticism associated with it, and the Signless definitely wouldn’t have been given one.

Yeah I would agree with that: It ought to be something that pre-dates Condy regardless of how you care to conceive of her use of it. So maybe the way in which signs are assigned is some old tradition that she leaves mostly unchanged from how she found it.

Though there would have to be some changes. Like: Kankri was integrated into Beforan society despite his non-spectrum blood color, so obvsl the blood-caste system wasn’t originally so strictly defined and eugenic on Alternia. Condy, or one of her predecessors, would have had to change it to a system that would exclude Kankri and remove other such “undesirables” who popped up, like the Lime-caste post-extermination.

I also wonder if, on Alternia, it’d be more streamlined? Like: on Beforus Larvae were allowed to just wander around everywhere until they pupated, but on Alternia there’s a strong sense they’re kept in the brooding caverns and, after pupation, forced to undergo the Trials before they can enter the wider world. So there’s a sense, from Karkat’s description, that on Alternia it’s a much more controlled, centralized, and systematized affair; possibly even that grub-development is accelerated.

But that’s getting away from the subject a bit :p Maybe the signs are also a zodiac, and all based on different constellations visible from Alternia/Beforus, each group of 24 falling within one of the 12 “Houses” defined by the “True” Signs? If that were the case maybe sign-assignment would be based on the precise position of the stars at some moment in the Troll’s early life. I’d imagine it can’t be when the eggs are laid because we don’t have any reason to suspect their blood-color is obvious at that point. It could be once they hatch into the larval stage, but lots of grubs die before the trials, and it’s possible some are slated for agricultural and industrial use and never really have a shot at anything else. It could be once they emerge from their pupation, but many young trolls don’t survive the trials. Maybe they assign signs when a Troll has passed the trials and been chosen by a Lusus, or maybe the sign-assignment has something to do with what Lusus(or class of Lusus) chooses them(Mindfang’s surprise at Redglare’s lusus might argue against this, but we don’t have any reason to think she knew what Redglare’s sign was before they first met). Of course, that’d mean the number of signs would also represent a limit on the number of Lusus-species, or Lusus-kinds(mammalian, arachnid, dragonyyyd, etc) there are. Anyway, there are a lot of ways to go with it.

I thought it was established that there were 48 troll astrological signs, which probably correspond to the 48 squiddles who created the troll universe?

I think it’s actually more likely not that Alternia’s sign system used to be more liberal, but that Beforus’s used to be more conservative.  Like, there’s problems with Beforus, but it seems very likely that they’ve changed their society to be more accepting of weird-blooded trolls than it once was. 

Yeah that could be; I guess it depends on whether you accentuate the Beforan Ancestors influence as reformers, or Doc Scratch’s influence on Alternia.

I remember reading some stuff about the Troll Zodiac before, but can’t recall the specifics now :/

Well, it could be both – Doc Scratch’s influence could have been both making things worse and stagnating social change so that the things that already sucked never got better.

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id wreak mayhem for a really good scifi where sight was considered as exotic and numinous as telepathy by the protag species


#everybody else uses sonar or long whiskers and that thing with the sensing electrical impulses
#meanwhile: humans can ‘see’ which is a thing which is like and yet unlike ordinary perception#it would also only ever come into play in the same frivolous ‘VULCAN STRENGTH’ sort of way as Spock’s extra attributes#for maximum effect vision would be faithfully written as 100% an asspull in the best way

what the fuck dude this is awesome i want this too now

Okay, but what about those deep sea fish that produce light at a wavelength that *only they can see.* Predators that can somehow sense you in a completely undectable and unfathomable manner to you; they might as well be psychic.

YES, EXACTLY–vision is SUCH an asspull?? Sometimes it’s “"dark”“ and we can’t see anything. And also we’re impaired for plot reasons! Sometimes ALIEN WEAPONRY or otherwise-innocuous ship components are ”“too bright”“ and we yell and try to hide, subject to some sort of obscure, tortuous imperative. The rest of the time we can UNERRINGLY tell when anyone is trying to play pranks on us, the names and emotional/physical status of EVERY SINGLE BEING IN THE ROOM (or, when outside civilized warrens, ”“line of sight”“)–and yes, of course, can’t forget about our nigh-mythical fighting arts revolving around insane dodging skills.

And SNIPING. And also, god, fuck–don’t forget about completely arbitrary “”””atmospheric disturbances””” (fog, smoke–the new “ionic interference”) ALSO plottasatically rendering our abilities moot.

Plus, some people have more powerful Vision than others, but some people have a very short effective range of Vision. However, humans have come up with devices that “change the angles of refraction” of the “light” so that the naturally impaired have their skills enhanced–but they can always be knocked off their faces or be broken.

Also some people are terrible at normal Vision work, but have excellent night vision and are skilled at working under adverse conditions.

Oooh, and human art is almost entirely Vision based. Think about non-seeing aliens trying to access the majority of human art!

IM!!! SCREAMING!!! GLASSES. Glasses are SUCH another great Weird Alien Gimmick. God–you get all used to your Human friend and their bizarre abilities, you just start to really trust in and rely on them in tight places and problem-solving a little bit, then you get fucken marooned on a fucken planetoid somewhere and they just in this very small little voice, after you have pulled them from the wreckage and sat down to go over your options, inform you that they’ve lost their glasses.

Oh my god and an episode where we’re up against Evil Humans and our heros turn to their humans like ‘you can see them, right, you can tell when they’re near? you can counter them?’ and our hero is genuinely shaken and worried— they’ve got high-tech military mechanical enhancers, the devices strapped to their heads let them see anywhere, they can operate in near-absolute ‘darkness’, they can operate in near-lethal ‘brightness’, they can see through walls— not doors, not glass, but walls

Then we have a heroic scene where the crew’s human is the scrappy, desperate underdog for once instead of the cool and collected superbeing. It is super cool. The human and the captain probably mack wildly on one another in medbay after this. Roll credits. 

Person 1:  I dunno, dude.  This ‘light’ stuff sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me.  I mean, how do we know it’s even real?

Person 2:  Seriously, how can something be a wave and a particle?  That doesn’t even make sense.

Mysterious Human: Even if you cannot perceive the light, you can feel its warmth–

Person 1: Oh my god, please shut it with the mystical hoo-hah.  You’re insufferable.

Mysterious, somewhat exasperated Human: the ‘light’ enters the sensitive paired apertures in our faces, passing through biological lenses and chambers to stimulate specific nerves we call ‘rods’ and ‘cones’. one set of nerves tells us the volume of light we’re perceiving, while the other estimates the wavelength frequency. the total input creates in our mind a continuous sonarscape of immense complexity, where we can perceive ‘textures’ that are impossible to understand with mere sound or touch. this is why my people’s communication devices are small, flat, silent boards: we ‘read’ the patterns of light they emit as language and ‘watch’ the patterns of light they emit as sonarscapes.

Captain: okay…. sounds fake, but okay…

And they just keep on making up new bullshit rules for how light works, like

Navigator: Warp drive engaged.  We are approaching 90% of the Lorentz limit.

Human:  What now?

Navigator:  Oh, uh, it’s really complex, but lemme try.  So, matter can only move so fast through space, right?  Like absolutely, nothing can ever ever possibly go faster than like about 3 hundred million meters per second–

Human: Ah yes.  The speed of light.

Navigator:  …oh for fuck’s sake.

Captain: My god! Time! Has… frozen! 

Human: Fuuuuuuuuck. 

Captain: What?

Human: Remember how light is a wave and a particle?

Captain: Yes, we mention this every episode. 

Human: Yeah, light’s frozen along with everything else. I can’t see shit. 

Captain: My god! Our sonar doesn’t work either! The soundwaves— they can’t propagate through this frozen air! We’ll have to use just our whiskers!

Human: Fuuuuuuuuck. 

The fanfiction for this show has to be amazing.

“Shh. Don’t try to hide your needs, Captain,” Hue Mann soothed.  “My sight has told me all about your traumatic memories of the war.”

“What?” Captain gasped.  “But…how…?”

“The light knows all,” explained Hue.  “Time slows down at the speed of light.  It sees all of the past..and all of the future.”

“And what is it telling you now?” questioned the Captain.

Hue leaned in close. “It tells me, ‘Mate with them now, you lovestruck fool!”

“Damn you, Hue Mann.  Damn you and your penetrating ‘eyes.’”

“Oh,” breathed Hue, voice husky and sexual.  “That’s not all my eyes can…penetrate.” 

goddamn, you people amaze me.

I love the idea that the protag species has telepathy as ‘boring normal standard’ senses and they can’t understand why human thoughts seems so strange, fragmented, occasionally blank… until they realise that a great of human thought is ‘visual’ and so can’t be heard… 

“Lori, what do your Human eyes see?”

“Coupla billboards, and it looks like it might rain.”

This keeps getting better

This is so cute. Your human crewmember is getting a crush on another human. Time to observe the humans’ weird yet endearing courtship rituals.

“Tell me all about them! What do you like about them?”

“Well, they have these amazing eyes…”

“Yeah? Better at the the wavemapping thing than yours?”

“…I don’t know how good their eyes are at seeing. They’re just this beautiful shade of brown.”

“Wait. You wavemap each other’s wavemapping organs? And have opinions about what nice frequencies they refract the waves at?”

“Yes? What’s so strange about this?”

“I thought your ‘vision’ was passive. Do you listen to each other’s ears too? And like the smell of each other’s noses?”

“Like you’ve never touched someone’s whiskers with your whiskers.”

“…That’s different.”

Hang on though, how do you explain photovoltaics if they don’t know what photons are?

That’s a point; any space-faring aliens would (reasonably) have to have a good knowledge of electromagnetism and electromagnetic radiation. (And, potentially wave-particle duality and other quantum physics.) They might even have their own ways of detecting and measuring it (photodiodes, CCDs, radio telescopes, whatever) despite not being able to perceive it themselves just as we developed ways to measure things we can’t detect (like ultrasonics, heat (infrared), radio wavelengths etc.).

So our vision might not necessarily be so mystical as telepathy to us, but more like how some species of fish are sensitive to EM fields as well as sonar mentioned above. But our eyes and brain can do a lot of processing, still, and have an advantage over other ways creatures might perceive their environment. Pertinently to space travel, sight works in a vacuum and (theoretically) infinite distance. Instead of a sophisticated EM sensor array, fleets could simply install a human and a window.

There’s potentially quite an interesting plot there where our nonhuman protagonists are entirely familiar with electromagnetism in the abstract, in the same way that humans are familiar with magnetism despite not having (much) direct sensitivity to it, but it takes them a while to work out that it’s how we do that weird “seeing” thing we keep talking about,and even longer to get the hang of what frequency range we use to do it.

And they might still be baffled by optic lenses.

But think about the discovery of humans.

You have this space-faring race kicking around, doing their thing, discovering new worlds and civilizations. They have all this advanced technology to hide themselves from all known senses so they can enter into the lower atmosphere of a planet and observe for a bit, cloaked from being noticed until they’ve decided whether or not the new race is ready to be introduced to galactic society.

And they show up at this blue world way out on the edges of civilized space, and detect life, and drop into the atmosphere fully cloaked and ready to research, and suddenly a scientist sends out a distress message to the rest if the crew:

Millions of Earthlings have immediately begun observing *them*.

But can you imagine being part of the crew? Like, you make friend with this strange intrepid little human, we shall name them B, and one day, say during a routine scan of a planet on the surface, they suddenly collapse and fall to the ground, clutching at their eyes, their wave mapping instruments, screaming. 

“What’s wrong?! What happened?!” You cry, rushing towards them, fully prepared to call to medical, remembering the last time you let B out of your sight and they tried to pet a toxic organism. That was not a fun thing to try and explain to the Captain…

“MY EYES!!! I-I CAN’T SEE! TOO BRIGHT!” They’re screaming, wetness screaming through their fingers as they press harshly against the slightly concaved area where the more sensitive part of their eyes, the more exposed part of the ocular wave mapping is located. You swear, whiskers twitching in worry, before contacting medical and pulling B tight to your chest, trying to hold them still and keep their hands from clawing out their eyes. They just keep screaming and screaming, sobs and wetness leaking down their face – tears, you vaguely remember them being called, at least in the human tongue. 

B’s face is drenched with them, their throat raw from the noise they’re able to produce, which is, in its own right, quite astounding. You have only heard them make such a noise when they’re pack-bond instincts had spilled over to you and you were about to be hit by a phaser. B had pushed you out of the way, screaming at you all the while, dragging your limp body out of the line of danger, despite their own multiple wounds. You can only hope that their ocular wave mapping ability within their eyes is not damaged too severely. 

My dyslexia glasses would be even harder to explain to them.
“Unless I’m looking through a specific colour, everything swirls around and there’s not really much point.”
“Sounds fake, but okay”

manyblinkinglights:

It would make for a neat bg detail on an abo fic if the aopair were getting together and all their beta friends got to make homewrecker jokes, and the ao pairs got to experience the betas around them as subtly more tolerable and interesting, but everybody would maintain a reasonable distance from one another (until/unless conditions of Plot Extremity) cuz they’re not animals. It’s be having this extra sort of quadrant for people to deal with, a platonic but still very influential one.

The wanting to go start a commune quadrant.

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have we been over “they could be more like last names”

Shoosh, You >:|

I don’t actually object to that in principle, but I still think the reincarnation mysticism about Signs wouldn’t make much sense if there were so few. There’d necessarily be just SO MANY sign-sharers in even just one year’s hatchings(outside Jades and Tyrians), let alone a generation, that sharing a sign with someone would seem rather mundane. Though I could see “soulmate” type folk-beliefs coming out of that, or maybe a vague parallel to sibling-feeling??

The other thing about that approach is that it’d make the signs practically useless, in and of themselves, as identifiers(which doesn’t fit well with how much meaning Trolls invest in them, but whatever), so the only version of that approach I’d be happy with would be one where “Sursigns” were combined with other specifiers, ala Roman and Chinese naming conventions(I’m sure there are others, these are just two “large, complex, formalized name” naming convention systems I know). So, like, you’d have the Sign as essentially a super-generic official lineage marker(kind of like “clan” names), then your two names specifying you further, and maybe some other junk too. So there might be numerous “True Gemini” in Sollux’s gen, but none also named “Sollux Captor”, and then maybe there’s also some signifiers beyond that Trolls don’t regularly use(perhaps they’re seen as “personal names” that you’d only share with quadrantmates, or maybe they’re even more purely administrative that the Signs).

However, Ancestors as a concept arising from “what if it’s more like last names” could stem from back when adults were onplanet—most kids don’t bother to believe (that it was ever true, that there are any left), but there’s a rumor that you can get into caches and past security systems left by pre-Ascension adults of your exact same hue and sign. That you might just have an affinity for the same sort of hiding places. Whoever the last great thisorthat was, back when adults vied for status and material wealth on the same ground kids walk today… you might find an estate, a mansion, a bunker, a buried treasure, a storage cave, something off-grid and ancient and not provided by drones, with your very own sign on it… something grownup, not childish, something no kid today was meant to have…

And as the memory of pre-Ascension adults got fainter, and the world more picked-over, it’d get bastardized down to the thin thread of really infamous predecessors who’d left stories behind instead of junk. And our crop of ectotrollkids are positioned to Actually Have Ancestors, versus the scads of not so special younsters bearing the same sigils who never drew particularly close to any of their preceeding pictosakes.

Ok, yeah, I could see that. Earthicans do that all the time as it is, though they’re working with a lot more than 288 surnames.

Actually, I don’t think we’ve ever talked about how trolls even get signs assigned to them before, have we?  (I mean aside from obviously having to have one matching your blood color.)  If Vriska felt that her Ancestor was Significant, presumably they don’t choose them.  So then where do they come from?  Is it based on some biological/genetic thing?  Is it assigned by lusus?  Is everyone given a personality test via brain scan?

On the one entirely metaphorical hand, I feel like them being assigned totally randomly
out of their blood-caste symbology

by the, presumably, handful of Jade adults allowed on the planet to administer to the Mother Grub and oversee the Trials would be the obvious explanation.

On the other entirely metaphorical hand, there’s no way Meenah would design a system that boring and sensible. Soul-Crushing? Yes. “Rad” and Ridiculous to the point of mockery and self-parody? No. Just doesn’t fit her style.

But Condy’s not Meenah; she’s Meenah sculpted in a particular direction by a misogynistic god-tween merged with HALquius and half an egomaniacal clown, incipient within a pedophiliac magic cueball puppet-wizard. So… MAYBE The Condesce would, in some situations, choose to enforce soul-grinding, individuality-denying monotony over a more convoluted and “exciting” system? Idk.

I think it would be far more interesting if signs were a ancient part of troll culture that predates the empire.  What is their purpose, anyway?  There seems to be a mysticism associated with them, but no real practical use.  I would think that if it were simply a soul-crushing institution of the empire it would serve some purpose to make Condi’s life easier, like pre-classifying trolls for their future professions, or something.  But if it were something like that, there wouldn’t be any mysticism associated with it, and the Signless definitely wouldn’t have been given one.

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have we been over “they could be more like last names”

Shoosh, You >:|

I don’t actually object to that in principle, but I still think the reincarnation mysticism about Signs wouldn’t make much sense if there were so few. There’d necessarily be just SO MANY sign-sharers in even just one year’s hatchings(outside Jades and Tyrians), let alone a generation, that sharing a sign with someone would seem rather mundane. Though I could see “soulmate” type folk-beliefs coming out of that, or maybe a vague parallel to sibling-feeling??

The other thing about that approach is that it’d make the signs practically useless, in and of themselves, as identifiers(which doesn’t fit well with how much meaning Trolls invest in them, but whatever), so the only version of that approach I’d be happy with would be one where “Sursigns” were combined with other specifiers, ala Roman and Chinese naming conventions(I’m sure there are others, these are just two “large, complex, formalized name” naming convention systems I know). So, like, you’d have the Sign as essentially a super-generic official lineage marker(kind of like “clan” names), then your two names specifying you further, and maybe some other junk too. So there might be numerous “True Gemini” in Sollux’s gen, but none also named “Sollux Captor”, and then maybe there’s also some signifiers beyond that Trolls don’t regularly use(perhaps they’re seen as “personal names” that you’d only share with quadrantmates, or maybe they’re even more purely administrative that the Signs).

However, Ancestors as a concept arising from “what if it’s more like last names” could stem from back when adults were onplanet—most kids don’t bother to believe (that it was ever true, that there are any left), but there’s a rumor that you can get into caches and past security systems left by pre-Ascension adults of your exact same hue and sign. That you might just have an affinity for the same sort of hiding places. Whoever the last great thisorthat was, back when adults vied for status and material wealth on the same ground kids walk today… you might find an estate, a mansion, a bunker, a buried treasure, a storage cave, something off-grid and ancient and not provided by drones, with your very own sign on it… something grownup, not childish, something no kid today was meant to have…

And as the memory of pre-Ascension adults got fainter, and the world more picked-over, it’d get bastardized down to the thin thread of really infamous predecessors who’d left stories behind instead of junk. And our crop of ectotrollkids are positioned to Actually Have Ancestors, versus the scads of not so special younsters bearing the same sigils who never drew particularly close to any of their preceeding pictosakes.

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i think its basically cause its necessary? like. SOMEONE gotta make the space food or you will spacestarve.

Yeah, but I think it’s far more likely that space agriculture would be low-space, high efficiency stuff like hydroponics, or maybe even algae cultures. Regular old earth farming would be massively inefficient on a space colony. Keeping the nitrogen cycle stable alone would be a nightmare.

I was thinking earlier about “well, but you need the diversity for resilience,” and now all I can visualize are those aquarium tanks that people set up like hella for their handful of fancy shrimp, with all sorts of densely different and lush aquatic plants.

So maybe the space agriculture of the future would be thick algae mats trimmed honeycomb-style so the water flows through, and when you zoomed in the biodiversity would be tinily overwhelming. :3