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Class photo! Its the exocolonist kids in their mid teens with their new friends from Helio
#i was a teenage exocolonist#teenage exocolonist#iwatx#fanart#tang#cal#tammy#marz#vace#nem#rex#sol#dys#nomi#aashi doodles#iwatex
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“The Cave”
Nicholas Preaud Architect
#art#design#architecture#pool#indoor pool#vace#green#arches#nicholas preaud#doorway#3dartist#render#visualization#visualart#cgiart#organic
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I put Vace in a hamster ball, for all your kicking needs.
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GODDAMN
I'VE BEEN LOOKING AT THIS ALL DAY
(source: https://twitter.com/bkomei/status/1694844535300375028 it's part of bkomei's exo anniversary series)
#i was a teenage exocolonist#teen exo#teenage exocolonist#exocolonist#vace#exocolonist vace#exocolonist olivaceous#olivaceous#i'm not a simp i'm not a simp i'm not a simp-#those rose colored glasses are glued to my face
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Teenage Exocolonist Kids: How would they be as Jedi?
Sol: Our nonbinary icon is THE Jedi, especially after Transcendence. Goes on a long multi-lifetime journey to learn to accept there are things they cannot change and tragedies they cannot avoid is PEAK Jedi story. Definetly Master/Councilor material
Tangent/Tang: Eh, Tangent would probably not be a very good Jedi when it comes to active duty. She struggles with empathy which is a core Jedi value, but I think Jedi training would help her come to terms with her identity in a very helpful way. Definitely a more "stays at the Temple and researches/debates" type Jedi than one who goes out on active field work.
Cal/Recalcitrance: My gentle, plant-loving pacifist husband is PRIME Jedi material! Definitely head of the AgriCorps and teaches the younglings about cool plants from across the Galaxy on his off days. Man is literally great for the role of a Jedi. He's a Master, but probably not on the Council as he has no patience for politics.
Nem/Anemone: Eh... I do not think Nem would be a very good Jedi. Too angry, too attached to the memories of her loved ones. Relaly I see her more as a nat-born soldier or a light-aligned Bounty Hunter who works with the Jedi, but doesn't really get them. Not to say she's bad, but if she were trained as a Jedi she'd probably Fall at some point. However, I do think she'd make her way back to the Light eventually, with help. But, I don't see my girl as a very good Jedi.
Dys/Dysthymia: Dys would be a good Jedi... but only in certain circumstances. Definitely a Jedi Shadow, but with how he fails to get along with others I can't see him doing traditional Jedi things. However, he does have an instinctive knowledge of letting go. But, I do see his inability to feel fear as a detriment. Jedi train to overcome their fear and at in spite of it, but since Dys can't feel fear, i feel he would be missing a key piece of Jedi education. Not good.
Marz/Marzipan: Marz, actually would be a GREAT Jedi! Granted, not a very conventional one, with her love of the spotlight and drive to succeed, I see her as the Jedi's Liason to the Senate, as one of the few of the Order with a head for Politics. This lady would have the Senate and the Media eating out of her hand, giving the Jedi a sterling reputation. While she struggles with passion in some cases, I think she could easily overcome it!
Tammy/Aspartame: Did someone say Creche MasteR? Because this lovely lady is a Creche-Master! She would not only be great at caring for the Younglings, she's treasure every moment of working with them and readying them for the journeys ahead. And is Definetly secretly a Master and a badass, she actively chooses not to kick people's asses. Peace and love, baby.
Vace/Olivaceous: Not a good Jedi. At all. Too proud, too full of ambition and vainglory to hack it as one of the Servants of the Republic. Probably a Mandalorian, honestly, and a neutrally aligned one. If he were to become a Jedi he would fall. Period. He's too much like Anakin, too focused on his own glory and power to understand the Jedi Way.
Nomi-Nomi/Nomination: I'm...honestly at a loss, here. I think Nomi would make a very... weird Jedi? But a good one, probably? They're definitely kind and compassionate enough to be a Jedi, but they struggle with attachment so... probably a mid-ranked Knight who's a Smash Hit with the Younglings. Probably the first Jedi Twitch Streamer.
Rex/Basorexia: Honestly? Rex'd be a good Jedi. No in-depth explanations here, just vibes. Definitely Jedi material
#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwate#iwatex#iwatx#Sol#Solamence#Tangent#Tang#Cal#Recalcitrance#Nem#Anemone#Dys#Dysthymia#Marz#Marzipan#Tammy#Aspartame#Vace#Olivaceous#Nomi nomi#Nomination#Rex#Basorexia#Vertuma#Jedi#Star Wars#Jedi code#Star Wars AU
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oooh i wanna like. bend him like a fucking pretzel(hateful and lovingly)
#i was a teenage exocolonist#exocolonist#sol#vace#boart#i wanna hit him so fucking hard and also kiss him UUUGH#i feel like a wild chimp when he says anything like i have no other way to describe it
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“So, that’s my shitty parents. What about yours?” Vace asked, taking a quick swig from their stolen bottle of liquor before passing it off. “They even make it to the wormhole? Get eaten by some xeno during the first raids? Fuck off to nowhere important?”
Solane took the bottle, watching the liquid inside. He suddenly felt exhausted, weight tugging at his bones as his eyes lifted skyward, taking in the starry expanse before them. Quietly, he offered, “...You’ve already met them.”
Before Vace could respond, he took a heavy drink from the alcohol, coughing on the burn in his throat. He took a second, and tried for a third before a metallic hand snatched his wrist. “Fuckin’ greedy,” Vace growled, prying the bottle out of Solane’s grip. Sol glanced at him, seeing the tenseness in his shoulders, and laughed.
“Quit fuckin’ with me,” Vace muttered, taking another sip.
Solane sighed, gripping his knees tight to his chest. “...I’m not.” He could feel Vace’s eyes on him, but didn’t bother looking back. He didn’t look down, either, where he knew the fields of Geoponics would be visible from where they sat on the Heliopause.
“Geranium and… Fluorescent.”
“Oh fuck. The farm fugitives?” Vace asked incredulously.
Solane snorted, letting the laugh ease the tightness in his chest. “Yeah… Yeah. Those are the ones.”
“The fuck is that story?”
Vace’s inability to keep his mouth shut was a blessing, occasionally. Refreshing, at the very least. Everyone in the original colony knew who his parents were. Knew that, seemingly overnight, they went from being a close-knit, happy family unit to not speaking at all. They’d tracked every movement for a while, waiting to see who would be the first to break the silence, to finally bridge the gap. By the raid that destroyed the original colony, few still paid attention. Afterward? Well… There was too much else to do.
“A few weeks after my thirteenth, she sat me down first thing in the morning. Started going off about how she was watching me, and she didn’t like what she saw. About community, and needin’ to fit in. That it wasn’t some fucking holovid, this is real life, and I needed to get my shit together,” Solane stated, bitterness creeping into the words.
“Yeah? You not like the reality check?” Vace asked, and Solane could hear the derisiveness in his voice.
Solane waved a hand at the fields below them. “You know the Vertumna Carrtatos? Our staple food?” Vace nodded, opening his mouth to answer, but Sol didn’t give him the time. “I created that. I spent months in the xenobotany lab working on the math, on the DNA. Running simulations, and watching them fail, and tweaking them, and doing it again. Learning how to alter DNA. Not just theoretically, but how to actually do it. Because nothing else was working. Because my parents came home from the fields every fucking night, whispering back and forth like I couldn’t fucking hear them. About how our earth crops were failing, and we couldn’t domesticate native ones. About how our colony was going to slowly starve. Trying to figure out how much time they had to fix it before they had to tell Eudicot.”
He snatched the bottle from Vace, swirling what little remained before downing it all. “So I fixed it. I sacrificed time I could’ve used for school, or Sportsball, or making friends. I stopped going beyond the wall, stopped learning about what’s out there. So I could save them.” He stood up, wobbling for a moment as his feet settled into the slightly curved surface beneath him. Vace’s metal arm snaked around the back of his calf, around the inside of his knee to dig the fingers into the front of his lower thigh, stabilizing the doctor.
Solane drew his arm back, and hurled the bottle out towards the fields with a snarl. He tilted forward in the follow-through, but the counterpressure provided by Vace’s hand kept him from tumbling over. They both silently watched the glint of the starlight on the bottle as it dropped into darkness, before they heard the shattering of glass on dirt.
“...And a few days later, I turned thirteen.”
“Fuck,” Vace hissed under his breath, refusing to lax his bruising grip.
“I told her she had no fuckin’ clue what she was talking about. That if what I’d already done wasn’t good enough, then nothing I did ever would be. Then I shoved some shit in a bag and left. Haven’t… Haven’t talked to ‘er since,” Solane muttered, swaying gently side to side.
“Geranium tried, a couple times, but… He always said shit like she shouldn’t have said it so harshly, or we needed to talk it out, that she’s under a lot of pressure, or just trying to help me… But never once did he say she was wrong. Or sorry. Just kept trying to convince me with excuses covering her ass, until I stopped listening altogether.”
Solane shook his leg, easing Vace’s grip as he stumbled toward the overhang where they could climb down onto Command’s balcony. He hopped off, realizing a minute too late that he’d overestimated his ability to make a smooth landing, and lurched into the railing, lashing a white-knuckle grip on it as he steadied himself.
Vace’s footsteps approached the edge and a moment later, he dropped down beside Solane. The soldier seemed more steady on his feet. “We should get you back to your apartment,” he muttered, half-turning toward Solane and leaning just slightly into his space.
With a snort, Solane turned towards the stairs. “Walk me proper or stand there and look pretty, but don’t start that herding dog trick with me,” he cautioned as he took the first step down, clutching the railing as his feet shook.
Vace squeezed beside him on the staircase, wrapping his metallic arm around Solane’s waist at the same time his right arm slung the doctor’s own over his shoulders, letting Solane lean into his broader frame.
Walking down the steps took Solane’s full focus, but as they leveled out onto the dirt track, he murmured, “I think she’s been angry her whole life. Always had someone to fight. The adults who failed her, the world governments, the terrors of space… She was a soldier. But when we landed here, she wasn’t anymore, and… And I think maybe, she was still angry anyway. And she decided it was my fault.”
He realized Vace had stopped in front of the door to Dys’s quarters, and Solane wondered how long it had taken him to get that thought out. “It… It wasn’t fair,” he murmured into Vace’s shoulder.
He felt Vace’s words as he quietly murmured back, “It wasn’t.”
The door opened, and Solane beamed a smile at Dys, who seemed barely awake. The scout glanced at Sol’s face and his eyebrows narrowed before his accusatory eyes snapped to Vace, barely-hidden contempt in them. Vace muttered something, but Solane was too tired to hear it now, just swaying to the melody as his two friends conversed quietly, Dys’s posture easing at whatever Vace had to say.
Dys’s arm curled around him then, and Solane felt Vace’s leave. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave a soft smile to the soldier and whispered, “Goodnight, Vace.”
He wasn’t sure if the boy responded as the door shut quietly, and Dys guided Solane towards his bedroom. He was seated on the edge of his bed as Dys undid the laces of his boots just enough to slip them off. The dark-haired boy walked away for a moment and came back with a damp cloth.
“Let’s wipe off your cheeks, alright? Don’t want them crusting over while you sleep,” he said gently, smudging the cloth against Solane’s skin, tracing tear tracks.
“I was crying?” Solane asked, tiredness quickly beginning to sweep him away.
Dys looked up and gave one of his not-really-a-smile smiles. Solane felt a deep appreciation for those smiles in that moment. “I’m sure it was happy crying,” Dys whispered, helping Sol scooch up to the top of the bed.
“Yeah… Yeah, I think so too,” Solane murmured as the blanket covered him, and he drifted away.
#wanna know a secret?#i wrote this before i even made this blog#it was the very first doc!sol x vace moment i thought of#but i wanted there to be context by the time i posted it#so here! enjoy!#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwate#iwatex#olivaceous#vace#vace exocolonist#solane#solana#solanaceae#sol
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I think about the fact that I had 18 hours in iwatex in the first two days of owning it a lot. To say I like this game feels like an understatement.
#i have a problem#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwatex#dys#dys exocolonist#tanget#marzipan#anenome#cal#tammy#rex#nomi nomi#vace#symbiosis
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A Vace headshot I drew in between working on my comic.
Honestly, I'm a toxic men in media enjoyer lmao. (My biggest comfort character is Gavin Reed) So I ended up quite liking Vace when I maxed him out on my third run.
It was a /bit/ weird acting like his bestie when I immediately started dating Nem after I broke 'em off but uhhh... We're cool in the end ig.
#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwatex#vace#Olivaceous#digital art#fan art#artists on tumblr#fanart#exocolonist#vace exocolonist
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Champagne Bracket: Round 1, Poll 9
Propaganda from submitters Under Cut
Kristoph Gavin
tried to kill a 12 year old girl and her father, also killed some other guy because he lost to him at poker
Vace
Teenager grown up in super pro military spaceship en route to hunt down your group. Aggressive and revels in killing alien threats (sci-fi setting. Tbf there are monsters but hes down to kill everything, even friendly xenofauna). Your first conversation with him he insults your family/colony, belittles you, and if you tell him about unisaurs (dinosaur unicorn esque creature) he just gets excited about killing it. He is very possessive and gets into a toxic relationship with one of your friends. If you gift him something he hates he destroys it in front of you (at least he destroyed the flower I gave him). To prove how tough he is, he beat up one of the two decent people on his ship when they were young and encourages others to ostracize them. Vace will make rude comments to you if your friendship is high with aforementioned character. He's the woooooooorst.
#champagne bracket#champagne bracket round 1#tournament polls#polls#exocolonist#vace#exocolonist vace#iwatex#teen exo#ace attorney#kristoph gavin#blond jerk tournament
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And lastly! The exocolonist kids in their late teens/early adulthood (Also Sym and Echinacea are there)
#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwatx#teenage exocolonist#fanart#aashi doodles#sol#echinacea#tammy#cal#vace#nem#dys#sym#rex#marz#tang#nomi#iwatex
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You should go for his rout at least once, it's the must-have experience. Three times you just beat him to a pulp then you make him go to therapy. Bonus muscle flex free of charge
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With how apparently the crux of the whole iwatex Vace and Rex thing is that Vace is lowkey just really jealous of Rex...
Cursed concept: Vace has a secret wolfboysona and writes secret stories that revolve around how wolfboy Vace is WAY cooler and better than Rex in every way and wolves are SO much better than dumb ol dogs.
Extra cursed: he anonymously commissioned Nomi to draw the wolfboysona for him
Extra extra cursed: he starts making it so that Rex has a crush on him in these stories, but only so that Rex can get found out and humiliated for how he would NEVER have a chance with wolfboy Vace
you TOTALLY shouldn't read any deeper into this.
you also shouldn't ever analyze how weirdly horny the Rex humiliation scenes get.
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I had a vision.
#i was a teenage exocolonist#exocolonist#teen exo#teenage exocolonist#vace#exocolonist vace#sym#exocolonist sym#SymVace#Sym x Vace#Exocolonist Meme#I need them to make out sloppy style
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I Was A Teenage Exocolonist quotes of debatable correctness
Sol: I really love Tangent but I wish she’d stop saying “This biological form is limiting,”, it’s really off-putting at parties.
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*Cal is confiding to Sol about troubles with Tammy’s pregnancies*
Cal: I mean, I didn’t realize that Tammy COULD be crazy until now.
Sol: She’s pregnant, she gets to be crazy. It’s your job to be sane right now.
Cal: So I don’t get to be crazy again until after she has the baby?
Sol: No, then it’s the baby’s turn to be crazy.
Cal: So when do I get to be crazy again!?
Sol: Never. *begins laughing hysterically at him*
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*Nem is stranded on a mission and Vace has volunteered to rescue her*
Vace: Alright, time for Plan... something something... I save Nem and she falls madly in love with me again and Sol dies of heartbreak.
Vace: ...I swear I had something for this.
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Sol: I can fit the entire world in my hands!
Tangent: I swear if you try any adorable shit-
Sol: *cups Tangent’s face in their hands*
Tangent: I have a reputation...
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Dys: Life is a meaningless drudgery of pointless misery, an endless spiral of death and decay from which there is no
*Sol walks in*
Dys: OMG, Sol!
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Tammy: Hey Sol, what color are Marz’s eyes?
Sol: They’re neon pink with flashes of royal purple and sometimes red if the light is right.
Tammy: Uh, huh. And when was the last time Marz smiled?
Sol: Last night, at three minutes past nine when Rex made that terrible joke about chickens.
Tammy: Right. And when is my birthday?
Sol: ...
Tammy: When is my birthday, Sol?
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Marz: As your new Governor, I hearby declare that everyone who has ever been mean to me shall be... executed.
#I Was a Teenage Exocolonist#IWATE#Sol#Tang#Tangent#Cal#Recalcitrance#Vace#Olivaceous#Dys#Dysthymia#Tammy#Apartame#Marz#Marzipan#Sol x Tang#Sol x Tangent#Sol x Dys#Sol x Marz#Cal x Tammy#incorrect quotes
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