#nerd pacheco

[polkadotpatterson]

Blaseball as text posts, part 7! Art by HetreaSky

[thehallstara]

how to hold the pain by stara david

(or: a thesis on broken bodies and blaseball, told through the lens of crip theory)

happy @blaseballzinejam day i spent the past month reading journal articles about crip theory for this zine. there's two pages of apa citations. you should read it.

[waveridden]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Six years later, Val Hitherto comes home. A 1k epilogue.

[iznjstilldoodles]

happy @blaseballzinejam day !!!!

had a lot of fun this year, here are some of my submissions to zines ran by others (including a bonus one that did not get used for the where are they now which is v funny and you should go look at)

here's a link to the zines each are for:

Forecast Jazz Vol. 2 (x) featuring a collaboration with @pysics (also check out that cover!) The Big Blaseball Activity Book (x) Food and Fashion (x) Make It Blaseball (x) done in collaboration with @thehallstara All Players Have Been Released (x)

[doctorwhoisadhd]

so ive been making a spreadsheet and updating it for every fall to put in all the players. and one of the things ive been tracking is stats. and i got it color coded like what blaseball players dot netlify does.

and anyway do you remember. that one fuckin season. wherein allergic reactions were like tuned kinda high anyway. and then nerd pacheco got the first superallergic reaction and thereby became Nerfed Pacheco

all this is to say,

who thinks they can guess which line in my spreadsheet contains the stats of Nerfed. Pacheco

[glassgob]

[ID: Two separate digital illustrations of Nerd Pacheco and Val Hitherto from the video game Blaseball, rendered in the style of French impressionist, Berthe Morisot. In the first illustration, Nerd is seated in a rigid frame wheelchair while hanging the laundry outside. She is framed by wild undergrowth and a small hilltop cottage in the in the background. The scene is warm and calm, with mostly yellow undertones.  The second illustration is of Val Hitherto in a black, floral kimono picking oranges. He stands in front of the trunk of the tree with his arms interwoven through the branches. His kimono has accents of orange, white, red, and light blue. The scene has a softer orange undertone. End ID.]

more art inspired by @waveridden’s fic series history, again

[0dd-0wl]

On a quest to draw every player that’s been on the pies

[jirnkirks]

Dr. Nerd Pacheco and Dr. Haruta Byrd study necromancy. A deal is struck with Famous Owens. (Nerd's not-boyfriend, Hades Tiger, and a little more desperate than Nerd realized.)

- a short moment between nerd and famous, just before one of the many necromancies of season twenty three.

I blame stara (@thehallstara) because we both accidentally brainrotted ourself into this.

Quick bg: nerd pacheco (they/them) is an academic who got Shelled and rolled into Hades for a season before being swapped to the Pies. Famous Owens (they/them) is a face stealing mask wearing demon who's been a tiger for a long long time and despite their evasive masks, once made the mistake of confiding in a giant peanut shell. Now they joyride across town because Nerd got superpeanutted and famous has so many problems.

It's not exactly a secret, what Nerd is doing. What they, Haruta and a constellation of players were doing across the league. Debt dissuaded few people.

Famous doesn't talk about debt or that Tuesday at all- Tigers rarely did now, after 3 debts, a fistful of decades, and an immunity that most tried not to hold a grudge over later.

Maybe Nerd should have asked earlier, before they ask for a favor over a glass of wine. A small one really. Just access to one of the more reliable necronomicons hidden in one of Hades' locked doors. Nerd had prepared for it, for an easy yes, for a no, for a list of things Nerd could give for the demon's help. 

"That's all, darling? Nerd, darling, you know I'm capable of so much more," Famous says, flashing them a grin. They let go of their drink, leaning in. "Anything at all really," they drawl out, leaning in. Nerd swallows- Famous' gaze was magnetic, even from behind their mask, and there was the ever familiar honey drawl that Nerd had liked, but the grin is predator sharp and there are alarm bells ringing in the back of their head. Famous' fingers dance along Nerd's arm- a familiar habit when Famous was feeling playful, like a tiger before a kill. 

And yet Nerd is tempted. Whatever Famous is thinking, it's not a no. And Nerd thinks, though maybe they wouldn't mention this part to Haruta, that their hot not-partner was terribly appealing when they slipped and showed the edge under that razor grin. And there was an edge, no doubt, even if they wielded it without discrimination, one Nerd wishes they knew how to posses. Even with Dr. Grackle's help, the two of them were railroaded and turned around at every step. If Famous was known for anything, it was for getting what they wanted. And Nerd thinks they know Famous maybe a little better on average, but maybe not well enough to know what Famous would ask for. 

"I, ah, I didn't realize you were so interested in necromancy- ah, no?" Nerd winces at the look Famous shoots him. 

"No, I don't care about your nerd shit," 

"It is not-"

 "Your stupid, ridiculous nerd shit that will probably get people killed again, darling, but I would never be one to judge a little murder." 

Nerd opens their mouth- debt was wholly possible to avoid and perhaps within reach, and there were studies and papers- and the words die in their mouth, because the look Famous sends them is the most honest they've ever been. Famous pats their hand. "Yes I'm sure you're very smart, the same way I'm sure the Garages and Nagomi thought themselves very clever. I don't really give a fuck, darling. But it'd be just lovely if you succeed and I want you to do so in Philly."

"Ah, so you've heard about Flattery and Nanci's plan then." Nerd says. Famous laughs, tinkling like shattering glass. "Hiroto will work herself into a fit if you ask her about it. I'm fairly certain that's why the Georgias won't talk to her about it even if all of Wild High has heard of it."

"So is that it then? You'll help as long as we do it in Philly?" Nerd asks. "In Philly, keep that information between you and Haruta, don't even tell them I'm helping you, Wilcox will scream my ear off if she hears," Famous corrects Nerd, rolling their eyes. Going through the motions, Nerd can't help but feel. Nerd covers the hand resting over their furred arm, moving it between their hands. Their hands were always chilly but they slowly start to warm between Nerd's hands. Famous seems to sigh, deflating and losing the sudden tension. 

There's none of the spark in Famous' eyes right now, no playfulness. "I'll help however you need, just make sure you beat those two to it. I never bet on losing horses, darling, so I'd like you to swear that you and Haruta will do your best to ensure Wild High doesn't see debt again."

 They hold out their other pinkie finger, wiggling it playfully. Haruta might not be pleased with them. But they can figure out how to explain it later- all the pies Famous had their finger in, the earnestness of Famous' request even if no one would believe it. Nerd hooks their fingers together, nodding. "Alright then, sounds like a deal."