#stupid !!!!!!! triangular prisms

[voldkat]

remember when i said i was going to sleep ? i lied

[glitchy-haha]

So I watched the new Dreamzzz short and I know this is gonna sound stupid but am I the only one who thought of this

Putting a cut because there's blood

Am I the only one-

(Also here's the short for anyone wondering)

[catbull0109]

The cube rule is stupid, especially if you try and claim that a hotdog is a taco because of it. For starters, a taco generally requires the starch part to be solid, and while “soft tacos” exist, those are burritos, which according to this system would either be classified as sushi or a quiche. A hotdog, however, only covers two sides, not three. In fact, it could be argued that a hotdog is what you get when you convert a square from being a rectangular prism to a triangular one.

[eyeexe]

i remember stupid people in the fandom exist and i want to crack my head open on a sharp triangular prism like a coconut

[yaldev]

Resting Place

Renne had the kind of house you only found among overpaid henchmen. It was built from shining marble, with a golden trim along the outer columns, but the foundations were made of biweekly paycheques from Terminus, so the estate was suffused with their smell of cronyism and bliss.

Back when he and Decadin were young, the Hero fantasized about a domineering office building, but Renne dreamed bigger. He wanted a monument fit to live in. Here he would reap the rewards of an abstinent past: indulging in women more gorgeous than his perverted youth could imagine; winning games of skill against nobles; and bowing before honored Royal guests, both of them knowing his submission was only token—that above the veil of ritual, they stood on equal footing at the top of Parc Pelbee’s sacred pyramid.

Renne knew enough about structural integrity to see that the front columns, shaped like triangular prisms, were bullshit. The manor’s front wall was clearly load-bearing, so the pillars screaming down from the overhang were solely for show. A younger Renne would have whined about such inefficiency. Now he knew inefficiency was the meaning of life.

One of his most treasured nights from the last ten years was practically useless: Decadin had time to visit, and they drank mead and pretended to be poor students again by eating stew. There was no efficiency in that, the stew didn’t taste as good as either of them remembered, but the purpose was the gesture. Then they went for a walk through Renne’s extensive back garden, a path of well-mowed grass flanked by whatever colorful Asterian plants would survive in Origin, and Decadin explained what had happened with Lhusel. This too was inefficient, for Renne could relate to what had happened, but not to it leaving such a scar as Decadin seemed to wear. Renne had no advice to offer, just a tight hug at the end, and the memory of a phrase Nemesk once repeated to him.

“Feel this?” Renne said, “we’re here.”

“I know,” Decadin said, “maybe that’s the problem.”

Renne didn’t have a memorized answer.

Nor was a handwritten letter efficient in the era of digital communication, but here it was, handed to him by a housekeeper. When Renne saw the signature, his heart palpitated, but he hid it with a calm stride to his room. Sunlight streamed in through the bay window where he took his seat. It was the only lighting appropriate for such a pointless gesture from Decadin. At least the soup was edible; this was a complete waste of time to make, and that gave it the highest value of all. Renne tore the envelope clumsily and found a note shorter than he’d built himself up to expect:

“Renne,

I’m going to spend a prolonged duration being incredibly stupid. If nowhere else, I want it recorded here that I knew the risk, and didn’t take it out of suicidal urges.”

Renne rubbed his nose. No time for an introduction? Maybe Decadin was more efficient than he gave credit.

“Should I fall, make this clear: no hard marker for my grave. I have seen enough pointless monuments in my image, and I want that ground to rest. Our Ascended Empire thinks heroism means a fixation with crystal, stone and metal, the strong things, the perpetual.” 

Renne’s imagination went back ten years to a sacred night, and proposed that behind Decadin’s smiling eyes was restrained malice for this house. The Hero never did fund a manor this great, never indulged in the beautiful partners. If he had, he might’ve done them better, and Renne would never have known rest.

“If the worst comes to pass, I’d appreciate your testimony and this letter to support my wish: marking my spot in the dirt with flowers. Something soft that lives and degenerates and dies in a way that the things we build can only envy.”

The Suppressor, towers, buildings, societies… “things”?

“Pass this message to Nemesk too, and Miash if you’re still in contact. I’m fine with Lhusel receiving it as well, but ask her first. I’d expect a no.”

“This shouldn’t be our last communication, but if there’s anything you need to say to me, do it soon. Thank you for all the ways you’ve helped, from now back to the start, even if some of it is regrettable in hindsight.

Decadin.”

Renne stared at the wall until time demanded to be felt. He stood, went to get another envelope, and as he passed the housekeeper, he announced a change of dinner plans. Tonight he needed stew.

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Yaldev is a sci-fantasy worldbuilding project by Ulysses Maurer, with art by Beeple. By looking at narratives, stylized loredumps, bad poetry and little details, we'll witness the story of a planet filled with magical power, the nation which tried to conquer it, this empire’s dramatic collapse and the new world which emerged in its wake. Along the way we'll meet the characters who live here, and we'll explore questions about nationalism, rationalism, the natural world and the quest to master it. For all stories in chronological order, check out the pinned posts at r/Yaldev!

[land-under-wave]

Ride Off Into the Sunset

Sometimes you spend over a year poking at a drabble and sometimes you write one in about a week. This derailed HARD after I remembered the existence of this post.

Note: Karma has a pretty twisted sense of humor and makes a somewhat disturbing joke, please check the tags for a content warning if you’d like one!

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“This movie is terrible,” Gakushu says.

Karma laughs. “Aw, don’t be like that, Asano-kun,” he says back. He’s sprawled out over the couch with his arm slung comfortably around Gakushu’s shoulder, and he uses it to pull him a little closer. It might look cute, but it feels more like a headlock than anything. 

Gakushu pulls away from him and gives him a flat look. “The protagonist has just failed to recognize his own twin,” he says. “Am I still supposed to support him after that display of incompetence?”

Karma shrugs. “Even idiots deserve love,” he says, as if he’s benevolent enough to care about the slow-witted. He barely pays attention to them unless he wants to involve them in a scheme. 

“He’s in a love triangle with his twin brother’s poorly disguised alter ego and the neighbor when she has her glasses off. That takes face blindness or a special level of stupidity,” Gakushu points out. “Given that he’s also failed to connect all the new art supplies in their room to the mysterious graffiti around their school, stupidity seems like a safe conclusion.”

“Is it really a triangle if the brothers aren’t interested in each other? Isn’t it missing a side then?” Karma wonders, and really? Out of everything in this inane plot, that’s what he’s focusing on? 

“The third side is implicit in the base for simplicity’s sake—you can hardly expect the common masses to have heard of a chevron. What else would you call it, a tent?”

“I can see that spoiled city boy Asano-kun has never been camping in his life.” Karma leans back. “Tents come with floors and extend into the third dimension. They’re more like pyramids or triangular prisms.”

Gakushu glares. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Karma agrees, “but where’s the fun in that?” He tilts his head to the side. “Although, there might be some actual fun if they went ahead and made it a real triangle.”

“How about in not giving me an aneurysm before the age of thirty?” Gakushu mutters. He considers his angle of attack to try shut Karma up and goes with, “And are you encouraging immoral relationships just so you can get a correct polygon?” 

“You know how I feel about inaccuracy, Asano-kun.”

Meaning it’s only permissible if Karma’s the one doing it, otherwise, it’s just ammunition for him to use to pick on people. Of course.

Gakushu forges on ahead. “Even putting aside the incestuous factor, they’re identical twins. They don’t even have different wardrobes; the only way you can tell between them is they part their hair differently. You would have to be depraved to be interested in your identical twin romantically.” 

He eyes Karma, comes to a realization, and then tries to avoid thinking too deeply about their complicated, ambiguous tangle of a relationship. “Then again, maybe that’s why you’d enjoy it,” Gakushu mutters. He’s not deaf. He’s heard all the comments about how they look alike. He doesn’t see it himself, but he doesn’t pay that much attention to his appearance aside from making sure he looks respectable, maybe he’d get it if he looked in the mirror more often. “Does it not bother you at all?” he asks, half as a jibe and half out of genuine curiosity.

“Nah,” Karma says, and it says something about the two of them that he already knows what Gakushu means. “I’ve thought about it and I’m the only person in my own league. But I can’t exactly date myself, so you’ll have to do,” he says, with an exaggerated shrug. 

Gakushu snorts. “Narcissist,” he says.

“Takes one to know one!”

Gakushu is starting to feel the beginnings of a headache. Not that this feeling is uncommon around Karma. “You know what, just shut up and go back to watching this awful excuse for cinema.”

“Whatever you say, Asano-kun,” Karma sings. The colors on screen intensify again as there’s yet another scene of graffiti “vigilantism,” and things are blissfully silent.

[wildly-empty]

My friends reaction to watching MH for the first time:

Entry 18

“Jays not a normal man.”

Me: “You’re right, he’s gay.”

“That’s why he’s doing all of this- he’s gay for Alex!”

Entry 21

“What’d you get out of this, huh? Climbing this stupid ass triangular prism.”

“A tape? What is this- a scavenger hunt?”

“This guys a dumbass with bigass balls I do not possess.”

[lettucecookies]

I've never seen cheese with the form of a pyramid. Sure there is cheese that is cut into a triangular prism or a pyramid with a square as a base. I haven't seen cheese at the supermarket in a pyramid like the whole cheese. There is cheese in cubes, cheese in prisms, cheese in spheres, but i haven't seen a pyramidal rounded base cheese yk either I'm missing something and I'm stupid or I'm a visionary

[lbat1901]

Insulting Each Other By Using Shapes?

Eduardo: just look at him, his stupid brown hair, his stupid green sweater, and his annoying voice that I can't stand Jon: you mean just like you, right? *gets punched in the face* OW!! Eduardo: did I say that you can talk Jon? Jon: n...no.... Eduardo: do me a favor and shut up Jon: yes Eduardo, sorry Eduardo Eduardo: thank you *looks back at Edd* Edd: *doesn't see Eduardo* hahaha that's really funny *drinks a can of cola* Eduardo: God I hate it when he drinks cola. Two can play at this game *takes out a can of diet coke* [Eduardo walks over to Edd's backyard and as he was going to pass him, Eduardo accidentally knocks Edd's can out of his hand without noticing] Edd: *gasp* *slowly* nooooooooooooooooooo *tries to catch the can but ends up failing* my cola, that was my cola. Who knocked my cola? *looks around and sees Eduardo* Eduardooo....*walks over to him* Eduardo: Edd should be noticing me by now *takes a sip of his diet coke* Edd: *approaches Eduardo* grr.....why you stupid triangle. HEE YA!!! *karate chops at Eduardo's can thus knocking it out his hand and onto the ground* Eduardo: my diet coke, my precious diet coke *notices Edd* Edd..... Edd: *growls angrily* Eduardo: why you idiotic rhombus! Edd: why you son of a square! Eduardo: you stupid half circle! Edd: you stupid pyramid! Eduardo: that's it! COME HERE YOU RECTANGLE!!! [Both Edd and Eduardo start duking it out in a dust cloud] Edd: REFLEX ANGLE!!! Eduardo: OBTUSE ANGLE!!! Matt: they're...they're just insulting and calling each other shapes Tom: yea I see that Matt: so if they were to call me something mean, would they call me an acute angle? Tom: no an acute angle would be a compliment Matt: oh well that's nice to hear. I want to be called a shape Tom: Matt you're a stupid oval, you know that right? Matt: aww, is an oval a compliment? Tom: no that's an insult Matt: what? *starts tearing up* but...but why? Tom: *sighs* Edd: YOU RECTANGULAR PRISM!!! Eduardo: YOU TRIANGULAR PRISM!!! Edd: GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!! Eduardo: SO DO I!!! {End}

[lazorsandparadox]

Someone took a look at satellite data of the area and discovered the first monolith had been there for years before being discovered, so if its a publicity stunt, they kinda fucked it up. I think its more likely that someone put it where they thought it would take a while for people to find it as an art piece or personal totem, and then people saw the monolith become a sensation and wanted to get in on the fun, because the stupid things are just triangular prisms made of plywood and aluminum sheet and can easily be made by anyone with access to a home depot. If you ever wanted to be part of an international mystery sensation, this is literally the easiest and cheapest one to join in on.

[asanasterisk]

sorry i haven’t posted in a literal month, but i woke up from a dream where i was in a dark room filled with presents illuminated through like one of those nursery lights where colored images move on the wall, except the images were only light green and violet and were of horror things, there was like a looping rectangular “pool” (more like a pond cause it wasn’t that large) with a single lily pad in it that went around and around.

there was a badger/possum digging into into one of the presents and i woke up because it attacked me, going for my lower right abdomen, like on my ribs. when i woke up i could still feel something breathing on that region. when i say “breathing” i don’t mean i felt it’s breath on me, more like something was pressed up against there and i could feel the movement of it’s body as it inhaled and exhaled

in another part of this dream my mother and i were looking for remnant wooly mammoth hair... in arizona, dream me thought it was stupid too, but dream mom got increasingly angry when i kept complaining, so i eventually just shut up and went along with it. dream arizona was unusually verdant, there was a huge field covered with short grass and clovers (to be fair i remember the upper playground of my elementary school having similar vegetation, and the gazebo was the same as the one there, as well) i forget if the dream had a transition, but next scene was in a green forest

there was a clearing in the forest, for some reason in this part i never turned around, i can only remember the location as if i was staring in the same direction, so my view was basically a half circle. there was some kind of... “settlement” in the forest, like there were a bunch of wooden structures, but no real “houses”, two of them were only big enough to be a shed, and another two were even smaller than that, like i was taller than them. the bodies of the four structures were all painted the same beige color, the roofs of the sheds were angled down, the front taller than the back, the smaller structures had those triangular prism roofs, like of a stereotypical house, as for the color of the roof, one of each was a fading red, and the other a fading blue, i never entered any of the four

however there was a fifth and final structure of the settlement, fairly close to the other structures, but it was the rightmost. a small stone chapel, still much larger than the other structures, it was very clearly abandoned, dirt staining much of the place. i don’t know if there was a front door, but there were a pair of open archways, both leading outside that cut through the church, the “path” between them separating the alter, where the preacher might preach, and the pews, of which there were only a couple left archway led to tall grass and the four structures, the right to a small dirt pathway surrounded by trees

Most noticeably, there was some statue on the alter, the body was of a beast, it was kinda in a chinese style if you know what i mean, like a less stout fu dog if i could compare it to anything, with that statue-y green color. however the face was of a simple baby doll, kinda like a mask. the skin color was that of an average caucasian, and had rosy cheeks. the only real detail in the mask’s structure were around the cheeks and jawline, the eyes were small and just painted on with white paint for the majority and black for the pupil and upper eyelid, the nose was something i can only describe as “simple”, and the mouth was small with red lips. it was beginning to become dark in the dream, my mom had taken three pictures of the structures in the settlement but refused to take a picture of the statue, even when i insisted, i could feel the presence of something else there, but i never saw what it was.

[thysside]

particularly boring and disjointed this time

There was a writer of a story I liked who allowed audience participation. When a weary angel protagonist seemed to be sharing feelings with a fallen angel or maybe a demon -- too early in the dream to recall -- I had a sort of brightly oblivious character come in like hey guys, what’s up! Everything okay here? The author sighed, and I felt like maybe I was fucking up the story, but then I was like, come on, this character was right there, are you saying this isn’t the reaction they’d have to a pseudo-enemy having an intense, possibly romantic conversation with our uncomfortable-looking friend? Later still, we got a plot where a character was a prisoner in one universe but his AU version was a ruler; they switched, and I thought, all right, here’s a good way to untangle the plot, and set the former prisoner to doing what he could in his new, more powerful role. We’d made maybe possibly a little bit of progress when the author mentioned maybe we should try focusing on fixing things using the other him from the other world, which I’d been planning to get around to, it’s just that the story had been focused on this world when I started making suggestions so I figured we’d start there instead of doing a major scene change. 

Another dream; I was at my mother’s place. I put down my cat and he bolted out the front door for some reason. He was outside in the driveway but there weren’t any cars around, and also I knew he was already dead and wouldn’t die again, so I wasn’t particularly concerned, though I knew we’d have to shoo him back in. All of this was too far back for pertinent or vivid details.

People were playing video games but it morphed and I had a toy action figure of one of the games’ main character, which I’d found in childhood storage somewhere. I spent some time putting his beefy arms on correctly. He came in this triangular prism-shaped spaceship/possible cryogenic chamber which you could open by pressing a button on top. There was also a horse toy that may have come with him? Later I opened the toy again and found there were a lot of accessories that I hadn’t remembered came with him: a plush pink-red robe, a red dress, long hair, a red bandana, a tiny brush stained red at the tip that may once have been meant to apply lipstick before it dried out way back in the 90s. I liked this whole vibe and was looking for a fine-point marker to reapply the lipstick when I realized the toy opened in two different ways and actually there had been this second figure, who was not the original figure, in there the whole time. I arranged them on the horse toy together with the original figure in front and the new one riding in back, arms wrapped around his chest to hang on. Then I was like, wait, no, why do gender roles like that, and switched them around.

At some point, and I cannot remember where it fits, I got in trouble for not braking properly and had to explain that no, look, the car just started doing this awful thing where the brakes don’t completely bring the car to a halt no matter how hard I stomp down, watch. Pointless, but I record it in case I later want some reckoning of just how often I have variations of this stupid dream.

I was waiting in line indoors somewhere to exit this building, cross a field, and enter a smaller store, which only admitted a certain number of people at one time. I kept moving back and forth in the line to try and get further from the people in it, but the woman behind me moved with me. I turned to ask if there was any reason she had decided not to maintain distance. She was taller than me, not wearing a mask, smirking, probably about to talk about how the virus wasn’t real and I was a sheep. We exchanged words I don’t remember which may have been that. I considered punching her in the face but didn’t want to get done up for assault. Instead I just told her that when I got into the store I was going to take my sweet time there to waste hers. Kind of a pointless claim since probably someone else would just leave anyway and give her access, but I hoped maybe she wouldn’t realize that, since she seemed dumb as hell.

When I did finally get access I decided I did not actually care enough to get whatever I’d been there for, so I slipped away while the people at the doors weren’t looking (so that they wouldn’t let the woman behind me in immediately) and wandered off instead. There was some kind of festival going on. Heard from what may have been embedded SCP agents that there had been a number of disappearances, too. Someone was there yelling out to crowds about how they could be categorized in certain ways (red, blue, green, yellow, lucky numbers, can’t remember) and he could tell them in each category what behavior would end in them being taken (yellow don’t head home between 8 and 9, that’s when they’ll be grabbing yellows). There was also what purported to be a fortune-telling toy vending machine, so I figured what the hell and put in some money. Got a small toy UFO which I was very happy with, since it matched the small toy alien I also had for whatever reason. Albeit, it then occurred to me, potentially an ominous prophecy that I would be abducted. Still, cute toy.

Because I was familiar with the paranormal underground and knew some tricks, I took to the skies to look at people? find my car? spend less effort walking? can’t remember, but decided to do so invisibly, to preserve the veil between normal humans and their knowledge of otherworldly things. Saw the maskless woman I’d been arguing with earlier floating a bit off the ground, just subtle, most people probably wouldn’t even notice. I hovered close by her and said into her ear, deeply and eerily, something to the effect that being so obvious makes it so easy for Them to decide who to take; she panicked and returned to the ground.

We’re getting into the early morning hours so naturally this is now a stress dream: I’m ready to leave, where did I park? I must have taken public transportation. Which bus was my bus? Oh no, I bet it’s that one, which is about to leave. Trip and fall into the road and almost get hit by the car I thought I could run fast enough to cross in front of. Now I am on the bus! Oh, hey, my paranormal knowledge means there are things it occurs to me to glance at, and this checklist by the steering wheel was last updated... a few hours ago? I mention this and get a vague hum in response. I think this is not the original bus driver. “Sorry, ma’am,” I say, backing off the bus. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I now do not have a ride home, but I haven’t been abducted or smote by changelings, so there’s that. Don’t remember anything after.

[smwh-ores]

Yeah maybe it's bc my icon was Rina Sawayama flashing her titty but there's a sparkle over the nipple 😳 idk. I tried to change it but now it's that stupid ass triangular prism

For some weird reason, your icon is blurred 😂

Fr?