#Project: FML

[natsora]

Happy 44 months @coryfirelion​ 🧡🧡🧡

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hellen Silverblade / Aega Ianthai Characters: Yu Ruo, Hellen Silverblade, Aega Ianthai, Dagna Silverblade, Aarin Shin Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Heavy Angst, Sci-Fi Series: Part 4 of F.M.L. Summary:

Meeting Aega in the Inbetween lingers in Ruo’s mind. Ruo has seen first hand the sacrifices FML asks of their agents. She struggles to find meaning in their work when the price is so high. Hellen tells her Aega’s story to help her understand.

[leviiackrman]

TEAM AVERAGE-JOE: Normality is Good

Hideko Sugawara, The Mascot: “Mum help… I’ve gone over the top again.”

Gigi Olalia, The Mother: “I’m cool because my 3 sons said I was so…”

Kaida Ishimoto, The Goth: “I’m socially awkward.. but still friendly!”

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[eddiebrockrambles]

I identify as a mess who desperately wants to come across in a masc way, but is reactive and emotional and has too many diagnoses to know what the hell is going on.

I walk like I’m in pain and I probably am but who knows anymore.

I care about everyone and the world far more than I should. I try to help and more often than not end up in trouble cause I said what needed to be said and won’t back down if there’s an injustice.

I’m stubborn, I fail at self-care.

I hurt, I get blamed, and I can’t advocate for myself anymore. I exhausted myself fighting.

I cope by being a bratty masochist, embracing the pain, embracing thoughts I shouldn’t have, but ultimately relinquishing control —albeit after a fight, stubborn and ‘unwilling’— to someone who cares more than I do about my preservation and permanence. Each hit, each kick, each pull against the restraints —I want it to mean something.

In the line of fire, I’d rather step in front of someone than step on top of someone.

I ask too many questions. People before profits.

I dissociate, am too serious, get lost in thought with furrowed brow.

I yearn to give into the self-destructive thoughts. I love the thrill but fear the fall. I wish I could stop being afraid.

Sleep is not restful.

So, when a symbiote offers to merge, to heal, to care, to keep you on your toes, to hold and heal and take control for a moment?

Yes. I may fight and I may struggle, and it may not always be perfect, but I would give up my autonomy when needed. And that, perhaps, is why there was no acute rejection. A perfect match. A perfect host.

Do pathetic, masc, masochistic people like Eddie actually exist?

Well, I’m less cool, but might fill a gap in the market.

I’ve found the closest being possible to Venom, and I’m so grateful to them. But do real life Anne and Dan’s exist?

Sometimes I just want to be walked through a hospital corridor, confused and vulnerable, and be guided by someone who cares —not as a statistic or just as a professional, but as a… whatever Dan is to Eddie.

Please?

This is embarrassing and badly written.

Please ignore me, I’m tired.

[thebeholdingisgay]

i'm back at obsessing over challengers (specifically art and patricks relationship) and i can't do anything anymore everything comes back to them. kaleidoscope by chappell is now pat to art i mean the cursive letter a??? the way i write your name??? it will all be fine just go back to being friends???? i'm losing my mind.

[spiralingemptyness]

in typical danganronoa fashion, chapter 5 is normally the gut wrenching trial and stuff……. So my predictions for chapter 5 for p:eg (project: eden garden) is either Kai or Diana….. or both. I DON’T LIKE IT AT FUCKING ALL!!!!

like srs give Damon (and the rest of them) a fucking break

side note: tozu is a bitch but tiny T I N Y bit funny

[teabutmakeitazure]

I'm at 12k words with the Jason Todd fic and it isn't even halfway done. this is going to be Magenta Die, Cyan Bullet again isn't it?

[seamsterslocal]

reusing craft supplies is all fun and games until your reclaimed zipper breaks 3 minutes after installation

[daemon-in-my-head]

Steampunk Gortash.

But replace his gauntlets with weird steampunky prosthetics cuz he's grown tired of the rotting cage that is mortal flesh and slutty thigh high boots because - I don't have a reason; I just think he'd serve in them.

Just a lot of gold nd copper and bronze and cogs. So many cogs. Maybe misspelled cogs too for a bit of spice.

That man decided to craft robots in his spare time. Why have I not seen steampunk Gortash yet, actually, does he exist somewhere in the far corners that I have yet to reach? Please tell me he exists somewhere.

[kpd-zero]

Holy heck, animating turned out to be much harder than I anticipated, who would have thought. :D So many things to keep an eye on, and it is so easy to lose track of what you're doing. I expected much better from myself, but well, first time and all that. Anyway, here's Pyro running somewhere.

[meowsod]

most normal found family in the city

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

i’m almost done with my sub abby fic guys i promise. school has been kicking my ass the past few weeks lol but here’s a little preview to prove i have been working on it

[velaraffricate]

so I've been working on my latest conlang, irkan osla (or just osla for short), for a bit now and would like to showcase its writing system in this post! osla has a syllabic alphabet, not too dissimilar to korean hangul, where letters are stacked according to certain rules to make syllable blocks.

osla's syllable structure is (C)(C)V(V)(C), here's how the stacks work for each type of syllable:

all letters have small, wide, and tall forms depending on their position in the syllable. here are all the letters with their IPA value and romanization:

and here's an example text! i translated parts of the minecraft end poem into osla. maybe i'll make another post just focusing on the grammar when it's more developed. the poem says in english:

What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

this post is getting long, so under the cut you'll find a "sans-serif" version as well as the poem in osla and its gloss if you're also a linguistics nerd and wanna know what's going on under the hood (the roman numerals stand for the 3 noun classes)! thanks for reading!

The way regular people would write something quickly on a piece of paper with a regular pen is an aspect of creating neographies that I feel is often overlooked, so I developed this sans-serif version that people would probably be more likely to use when writing their shopping lists or diary entries:

And, finally, here's the poem translation:

pak oṇḍul phan wimbakis?

DET.I.SG.PROX play-AGN what dream-PST.3SG.I?

pak oṇḍul lümaṇiuṣerothi han buloni an wimbakis. kaṣkhaothi han nilothi an. wimbakis, run sëmamkis. wimbakis, run xokthakis, han bumxokthakis. zöga an wimbakis.

DET.I.SG.PROX play-AGN sunlight-II.SG.DAT and tree-II.PL.DAT of dream-PST.3SG.I. Fire-II.SG.DAT and water-II.SG.DAT of. dream-PST.3SG.I, that create-PST.3SG.I. dream-PST.3SG.I, that hunt-PST.3SG.I, and PASS-hunt-PST.3SG.I. shelter of dream-PST.3SG.I.

ṭauraka, run kaak samare? run glutsüna flia?

know-NP.3SG.I, that 3SG.I.ABS love-NP.1PL? that universe kind?

imba ethamo, khaṣiŋli an ka’am hu’aŋni pitë, glutsüna ṣaraka, ti.

some time-NOM.III.PL, noise-ACC.II.SG of 3SG.I.GEN thought-NOM.III.PL through, universe hear-NP.3SG.I, yes.

[eddiebrockrambles]

Happy Christmas Eve!

Eddie’s alone. Well, he has Anne and Dan. He appreciates them more than he can say. But his brain’s fucked. And he feels alone, even when he’s not. Nothing could fill it. Not even Venom, though that would be a bloody good start.

No Christmas work parties in the run up —bridges with old colleagues were well and truly burned, their judgements about him swayed by higher ups and the Life Foundation’s smear campaign. A few of those friendships had been 10 years or more, lost.

Eddie was someone to keep at arms length. Someone who caused trouble. Conflict. Drama. Someone who disrupted their peace.

How would he ever explain that he was just trying to do the right thing, to protect people, to say something when others couldn’t?

He never would. They’d never get it, anyway. Besides, even his closest work friend? He’d lost them to a mutual ‘friend’ and higher-up in the Life Foundation’s management. The pair had always been buddy-buddy. He didn’t stand a chance —he was quickly vilified.

Turns out, he cares too much.

Anne and Dan were in San Fran, and he wanted to join them. They’d offered. But he couldn’t bring himself to move, much less get on a plane. And he’d lose what little he had left. He couldn’t become a burden to them.

So, Eddie was alone with the numbness.

Venom had made good progress, roach to rat, rat to bird.

Soon, Eddie wouldn’t have to be alone.

If I add Christmas lights does it make it Christmassy?

[dropped-stitch]

Finished both socks before I realized I dropped a stitch 😭😭😭😭

[manicali]

Fml. I have a whole ass two week project due tomorrow. I have done a whole lot of nothing and now Im paralyzed by overwhelm. Fuckkkkk im dead.

[firowisteria]

The very not ominous sketch of Luciano's Imitation Piece. ^^

(A Neglection)