#i am going to be so bored i will die

[noctlas332]

[cluescorner]

I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[isekyaaa]

Another story idea. One of those basic ass stories where this child is abused by her family due to her sister (adopted) came and brainwashed the whole family into loving her and hating mc. In the end mc is framed for some crime and is ultimately executed. Only after mc dies does the family realize their fault when the whole world becomes destroyed. Following me? Basic ass brainwashing story. Anyway, here's the twist. Time gets reversed, and mc awakens to the point in time ten years before her death. But the twist? Mc isn't the main character. The story takes place from the viewpoint of one of the brainwashed siblings that slowly remembers their previous life.

[alexclaain]

im always on the search for good fucking queer books, but i feel like majority i encounter are just so "pure washed" to be the perfect representation so the is author un-shitstormable, that it makes me want to throw up a little in my mouth everytime

[platoapproved]

Slight spoilers for Blood & Gold but if you read any part of it, Bianca and Marius’ breakup fight is one of my favorite parts of the series. It starts with

Bianca: I feel sorry for you.

Marius: Thank you, honey, I really needed that -

Bianca: No, no...that was meant derogatorily, not consolingly.

And then it gets better. I’m not holding my breath for Bianca onscreen in AMC IWTV but if we DID we’d be getting domestics to rival “I heard your hearts dancing” and “align it with Ursa Major”

I do LOVE knowing that, thank you anon 🥰!

[consolecadet]

Having finally gotten together the supplies to sew a replacement pillowcase for my oddly shaped knee pillow and taken a class to relearn how to use a sewing machine, I destroyed two zippers and now have to wait for new, more situationally appropriate zippers to come in the mail before I can try again

While I was at it, I decided to stop fucking around and order a high-CRI work lamp so I can actually paint past sundown, instead of resigning myself to only painting on weekends and during the summer when it's light out after work

[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.

[trans-estinien]

i love being autistic cause sometimes i get a glimpse into how regular people perceive things and its like. what the fuck. what the fuck is that? you live like this? and its normal?? i think YOURE the weird one actually. im fine. thanks though.

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

im so fucking happy that one group project partner dropped out i was gonna be fighting them all presentation bc we're both kinda controlling but now that they're gone all i have left is the lowkey kinda meek kinda nonassertive kinda a pushover partner so now i get to basically have free reign and be the person In Charge and i looooove being in charge ive been waiting for this i get to do everything and i can compromise nicely w the partner i have left and i get to be soooo funny and beautiful while i present and i get to make the whole class fight to the death over kahoot *sighs dreamily* i love being given free reign i love people i dont like dropping out and most of all i love kahoot

[coquelicoq]

i want blossom to have a moral and i want the moral to be "appreciate and care for your younger siblings." i feel like that is probably not the moral of blossom though.

[bedforddanes75]

getting gender envy from someone My Own Gender really is an experience

[loderlied]

i will go to sleep NOW 🫵 (pointing at myself)

[julesnichols]

I fucking hate office work tbh!!! Fuck consecutive days off!!! Why can't retail be a viable fucking career where you always know what days you'll be off but they aren't consecutive!!!!

[gnaga37]

yea sure let's go out tomorrow not like i have the weight of 100 curses on me now

[inseparabiles]

So it's been. However long now since we dropped sertraline? Today four weeks exactly since the last 25mg?

And things have been, uhhhhhhhhh, interesting since - without a doubt got hit with SSRI withdrawal syndrome, and it's been a bitch, but significantly less than online promises us it could be and could have been, like, life is fine and this is all so balanced by the fact that we are experiencing such clear, vivid, in-depth emotion as we've NEVER felt before. Legitimately, this has changed things that have been true for us since we've been here: never crying at music if the feeling wasn't already there, never laughing out loud at jokes or funny things if not in company, and everything feels so beautifully raw and on the skin. Part of this, of course, is just the chemical balancing act happening in here. But part of it is genuinely for the first time in our lives not being depressed, and this feels... like the most beautiful thing ever. Nothing damping the full extent of our human spectrum anymore. Truly being and feeling alive.

Okay. So there's that. But the fucking withdrawal syndrome. First half of the week, that was mostly the expected, heightened anxiety and recurring panic attacks. Then it got so fucking weird: we've been having tremors like no tomorrow for weeks now, every time we're even remotely in a cool environment or tired, they hit like we've been dipped into a frozen lake and thrown out on the ice. These are worse for some parts than others, as hilariously exhibited by two parts having a conversation out loud with one having little difficulty producing words while the other could barely get a word out from shaking. Back to back.

So that's been fun. Another thing is that we haven't been eating for like two weeks now. This household runs almost exclusively on Greek salads once a day now. Is it the new splits? Is it the withdrawals? Who the fuck knows.

This whole whatever the FUCK happened with Gladiator? Like talk to me about reality, I do NOT know her. Hit the most massive combination of a withdrawal-induced manic episode together with a blossoming special interest and that shit made us ride a high that I don't think I'd be able to replicate if I snorted coke and ecstacy combined. The brain has not been here for some time. Things have been going so hard you have no idea.

It's calming down now, we can actually... think, at least some of the time. Instead of having this incessant buzzing sound and a total and complete loss of any semblance of grounding and/or control of our actions and what the fuck we're saying. For a solid week we could not shut up for the love of life or gods combined. Nothing but a bullet would have shut this shop up

And for the past few days it's been mostly just the tremors and the lack of an appetite and the panics. Today and yesterday, no panics, all good. Slept a decent nine hours last night and feel like a human person today.

Been playing Overwatch here on the off while thinking about blorbos and the Roman Empire. And just now, clear as day, with sound and all, a thumb-sized white paper origami cockroach/scarab pranced the fuck across my mousepad. It took its damn time too, at least four seconds, which is by far the longest and clearest hallucination this shit brain has ever produced. The buzzing of the beetle wings, the soft clatters of paper folds and weight. I just looked at it like what the FUCK was that and can there be ANY other explanation but a hallucination, but there's genuinely nothing over there that could have moved even a little bit. There's a strip of leftover photo paper there but it's heavy and it hasn't moved for a day, nothing's touching it, it's pinned down by two scissors. There's a napkin stuck inside the standing microphone's platform, but it's similarly just not fucking around at all.

What. Just genuinely what the fuck. I do love me a brain and some chemicals.

Also we might have a third split and we've all collectively agreed that since this one is benign and benevolent, we'll be leaving him be until a further date unless something dramatically changes or requires immediate processing. Entirely possible the front push of the chaos parts and this absolute madness that has accompanied and surrounded their settling in has dislodged another part and this one actually wasn't here before/earlier than when we started sniffing him out a couple days ago at earliest. Like splits can happen that way, too, I guess. Acute destabilisation can breed parts to help stabilisation. It happens. But our splits are usually much slower and brew for weeks and there's signs. This one is weird.

I guess though we also haven't quit a decade on sertraline ever before so there's that.

also I'd like to thank Caracalla personally for allowing us to write totally unhinged fiction that nobody whose brain has not been totally and completely fucked will understand just how literal all of the description we've been sliding into these stories can be. sometimes what a girl needs is, checks smudged writing on wrist, is an unhinged roman emperor with neurosyphilis to express the full spectrum of her reality.

[hauntingblue]

LUFFY!!!!!!!!! I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED!!!! LUFFY BELIEVER FULL TIME!!!!! LET US WORSHIP THE SUN!!!!