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Currently making a conlang.
"Rock" in this language is "yey". It's pronounced exactly that. Sash lim yey tit.
There's also "Pashsal" meaning "white, bright or day". "Black, dark or night" is "lasshap" the opposite of "pashsal". Sash pashsal piy lasshap lim shammur tapsat.
"Tarrat" is "fire". Sash rishlem tarrat map ruj. :3
Longest word with over 13 letters iiiis "Tutpuysemrishlem", which just means "fisherman". Three word combo.
Got a pen with a rubber tip. So now I can draw on my phone!!!!
°w°
I haven't thought of a name for them. Heck I don't know if there a girl or nonbinary yet.
But I have thought of a story with them in it. They fall in love with a pirate captain (female). So I'm leaning more twords girl so it can be a gay.
Btw they're a sailor. Has their own boat. One man crew. Kinda wonderland inspired
IbisPaint says it took 5 hours and 21 minutes. It was fun to draw
Holy shit this would such a good prompt.
Thinking of random scenarios and I have no idea where to go from there. Like there's one popping up
A: "I have come to kill you!"
B: "You think you can kill a goddess? Again? Each demise you have given me, Hero, I have returned. I am a plague, a corruption of mankind. I am an endless improvement leading to horrors of perfection, my dear. The desire for more, the urge to be MORE, none deny it, none deny ME. But you, aye, you refuse my service. You are what I want to be. My life is to you, I am yours, steal my heart as always, become my death and become everyone's saviour."
Woah
Blue globe thistle/blå bolltistel. Värmland, Sweden (August 12, 2020).
I will burn this world and the next if it means I could get you back
Trod Bad End! Narinder I drew on art stream last night. He's goin sicko mode
There can only be one brother extras 5 - 25 + bonus parts
*(Gotham Manor. Night. Damian returns early from a mission, sensing an intruder. The Batfamily is out—except for Alfred, who hums as he polishes a teacup. Danny Fenton, half-asleep, leans against the kitchen counter. The lights flicker—Damian attacks!—Danny catches him mid-air. The orchestra strikes!)
DAMIAN: (snarling, suspended in Danny’s grip) "Who dares invade the Bat’s domain? What fool walks where death is plain? I’ll strike you down— AGAIN! AND AGAIN!—
DANNY: (yawns, spins him gently like a top) "Kid, please. I’ve fought my own reflection. You’re adorable— Now sit down, have some tea."
(Alfred enters, unbothered. Damian is outraged. The chandelier sways ominously.)
ALFRED: (smoothly) "Ah, Master Damian. How kind of you to greet our guest. Now, if you’ll excuse me— The shadows require their breakfast."
(Lights fade. The curtains pull back to reveal—)
(The Batfamily returns. Dick is thrilled. Jason is suspicious. Tim is recording everything. Damian sulks on a chandelier.)
DICK: (dramatic flourish) "A brother! A friend! A mystery to unravel! He caught Damian mid-stab— Is he magic? Trained? TROUBLE?!"
JASON: (loading a gun, eyeing Danny) "He’s too calm. He’s too chill. I don’t trust him— I WON’T— (…Why’s he floating now?) OH COME ON."
DAMIAN: (from the rafters) "TT! TT! TT! I hate you all! ESPECIALLY HIM— (…But his shoulders are good for climbing.)
(Danny, now upside-down, grins. The Batcomputer glitches.)
(The Rogues gather in a secret hideout. Joker is fuming. Riddler is traumatized.)
JOKER: (wild-eyed, clutching a deflated whoopee cushion) "I planted bombs! I stole diamonds! Then a tiny ghost girl turned my acid into LEMONADE! SHE SIPPED IT AND SMILED— WHAT AM I MISSING?!"
HARLEY: (twirling, unfazed) "Bats are fun! Ghosts are funner! Wanna join their chaos crew? I’M ALREADY THEIR AUNTIE— THEY TOLD ME SO!"
*(Pause. The Rogues stare. Then—BANG!—Ellie crashes through the ceiling.)
ELLIE: (grinning, covered in glitter) "DID SOMEONE SAY CHAOS?"*
(The Rogues scream. The scene cuts to—)
(Danny and Damian on a rooftop. Damian pretends he isn’t attached. Danny knows.)
DANNY: (softly, watching Gotham’s skyline) "I was living and dead, Neither here nor there— Then you dropped from the ceiling, Like a tiny, stabby prayer."
DAMIAN: (grumbling, but leaning closer) "TT. Obviously. You’re adequate. (…Don’t leave.)"
(A shadow passes over the moon. The Ghost Zone hums.)
(Flashback. The North Pole. Snow flies. Danny duels Santa on a frozen lake.)
SANTA: (booming, dodging ecto-blasts) "YOU’RE RUINING CHRISTMAS! YOUR LIST SAYS ‘TERROR’!
DANNY: (grinning, mid-backflip) "YOU STOLE MY SNICKERDOODLES— PREPARE FOR WRATH!"
(Ellie and Damian sled in on a ghost polar bear, singing backup.)
ELLE & DAMIAN: "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! KICK HIS JOLLY BUTT! THERE CAN ONLY ONE— (…But two is more fun!)"
(Santa surrenders, tossing Danny a magic cookie tin. The Batfamily applauds from a snowdrift.)
(The entire cast assembles on stage. Bats, ghosts, even the Rogues.)
FULL CAST: (harmonizing, confetti cannon) "Gotham’s dark! The nights are long! But with a ghost, it’s kind of fun! So welcome home, you weird dead son— THE CHAOS HAS ONLY BEGUN!"
*(Danny bows. Damian stabs a balloon. Ellie hugs the Joker. Alfred serves tea to a very tired Batman.)
CURTAIN.
STANDING OVATION.
POST-CREDITS SCENE: Constantine, smoking in the alley behind the theater: "I hate musicals." (A shadow nods in agreement.)
A/N: This is Broadway-ready. Casting suggestions:
Danny: A chaotic tenor with parkour skills.
Damian: A 12-year-old with resting murder face.
Ellie: A feral soprano who actually stabs the crew.