#scriptor's writings

[scriptorthecat]

Takeoff (7/6/2025)

Our wings, they don't need feathers

for our wings are made of steel.

Nor do our birds caw, chirp, or screech,

they roar with exertion when they fly.

We long to see from god's perspective

the endless mosaic expanse.

To rise and call ourselves divine,

to be above all, utterly untouchable.

We feel the rough comfort of ground

stop pushing up against our feet.

It brings a primal, joyful sort of fear

that we can only face with a smile.

We float, neck deep in the ocean,

savoring the taste of heaven's blue.

We laugh at our profane violations

of nature, because finally, we are free.

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[detrout]

my main problem with epic the musical is that I think it makes Odysseus seem a little more wily and deceptive and a little less powerful. in the odyssey itself he gets out of a lot of situations by being kind of sneaky and underhanded but he isn't exactly a wimp. like he was in The War.

[scrptr]

O Deserto Cósmico: Uma Elegia ao Vazio

No âmbar do céu vespertino, onde areias douradas se mesclam às cores siderais do espaço, ouço o silêncio: uma sinfonia de cristal ecoando na minh'alma.

O crepúsculo se desfaz em tons de violeta, igual uma flor que morre enquanto diamantes distantes cintilam no céu como lágrimas de Deus.

O vento jaz tal qual uma harpa sem cordas que toca uma melodia de saudade... No mesmo passo em que a lua, uma bola de vidro, reflete o meu rosto, um espelho partido.

Ando pelo deserto de pedras e encontro um rio nulo, cujas águas fantasmas fluem como um véu de seda.

O cosmos rugindo devora o tempo.

O espaço é um canvas de tinta bege, onde estrelas são pinceladas de luz...

Eu sou um pincel que dança no ritmo do universo sem compasso ou esquadro.

Aqui o tempo é um labirinto de espelhos que se refletem onde o passado, o presente e o futuro, se confundem com a Vontade Caleidoscópica do Ser.

Devir.

Sinto o gosto do azul do sorvete que em minha boca derrete... A chuva cai piando num tapete de pérolas.

No breu do vácuo, encontro um jardim de sinos onde flores são notas de alegrias e dó.

Ouço o canto do Universo, como uma ode à vida, ode ao verso. Assim, eu me perco no cosmos, encontrando-me no infinito, onde o tempo não é mais, e o vazio se torna plenitude.

- Lifegood

[hanafubukki]

Hello hello, sorry to barge in suddenly

I love ur content XD especially the family themed with Lilia. #1 Bat dad got me weak in the knees.

I do love to think that Lilia would be OBSESSED with his pregnant wife and unborn child, literally glued to his wife since he found out that she got pregnant and even when the child is born? Man won't let you alone.

What do you think? I love me some family fluff content with this bat dad

Hello Anonie 💞💚💙

Thank you so much 💞☺️ I’m happy that you like my posts. You don’t have to apologize Anonie, I enjoy getting asks.

Lilia with his family is an absolute fave of mine to write about. Him with babies?? *shakes you* my favorite kind of tea.

I was reading a manhwa and remembered this ask because there was this moment that a husband went through for his wife that had me going “Yes! Lilia would have that!!” 😆😎

✨sympathy pregnancy✨ it’s when the expecting partner (and in some rare cases, very close friends) experience the symptoms and behaviors of expectant mothers.

You know I’m just going to take this idea and run with it 🤣🫶

The day you and Lilia find out you’re pregnant is one of joy. It’s not a shock to anyone really. The way he’s practically by your side when he’s not with his boys, Lilia doesn’t hide the fact that he adores you.

He really doesn’t. In fact, Maleficia, herself, was waiting for the day she’d receive a letter about your pregnancy from Malleus. Everyone knew.

It was a good idea that Lilia spent some nights in your dorm.

When you start showing signs of fatigue and nausea, you visit a healer with Lilia by your side. Where you born receive the news. Both of you are over the moon, but Lilia looks ready to actually jump as high as the moon.

Your pregnancy comes with a few hiccups. Nausea in the morning. Fatigue. Appetite changes. Aches. It wasn’t easy for you once your pregnancy symptoms kicked in.

Throughout all this, Lilia was by your side. Helping you the best he could. If he wasn’t by your side, one of the boys was.

After a hard day of symptoms, of which Mrs. Zigvolt stated was normal for someone having a half fae and half human baby, Lilia couldn’t help but feel guilty. You’re human after all, it would be harder for you to deal with this baby. He wished he could help you.

The next few days, surprisingly, you felt better? You could eat more. Your body aches lowered and your fatigue practically disappeared.

But you noticed Lilia…seemed a little off. He tried to hide it but you knew his tics by now. When he suddenly got nauseous one day, you asked Malleus to call the healer.

The healer merely announced Lilia suffering from sympathy pregnancy. Rare amongst human and fae kind, but not unheard of. Eventually, it would pass.

You felt bad for Lilia but his boys on the other had:

“The dedication Lord Lilia serves is an example for us all!”

“Father will need medication to handle his symptoms.”

“How supportive you are, Lilia. Maybe I should ask the royal scriptors to write about your romantic tales.”

You knew If he wasn’t so nauseated, Lilia would be berating them.

Even after the revelation, Lilia was determined to stay by your side. Content that you were feeling well and full of energy.

He became the talk of town, but nothing he didn’t handle with pride and quips.

As time went on, the symptoms mellowed out. Soon, a new member of the family joined. Healthy and already loved more than the number of stars in the sky.

This kind of got away from me lol 😆 it’s been awhile since I’ve been this chaotic with an ask, especially for Lilia, so I hope you enjoyed. 🫶💞

You could probably see where I ran out of steam lol

The manhwa that inspired this is “I Failed to Divorce my Husband.”

[just-b-yourself]

Love letter to the fans ? Really ?

That's a wrap. The end of an era. This show used to give me goosebumps, emotions and reflection. And I don't want to forget all the emotions it procured me. Expectation. Fear. Anxiety. Hope. Love. Freedom. And more. This show used to be a rollercoster of emotions. And it was indeed a rollercoster this season. But not in a good way.

I was so eager to finally see this season. We waited for so long. I had hope. I was excited to see where the writers would take us. So I watched. Every episode. I needed to watch everything before making up my mind and writing an overall review. But right now, I can't even do that.

From the beginning of this season, something seemed a bit off. I couldn't put my finger on it at first. The acting was good ( even if EM was a bit off sometimes. And I don't say that because I can't stand June's character anymore or whatever. But I used to find her acting so powerful, so meaningful. Don't get me wrong, she still gave us some amazing performances this season. But I don't know, there were times where I wasn't really into it. But that's really personal. Each of us has its own sensibility.) Anyway. Then, I figured it out. The storytelling was the issue. The writing was the issue. The character development was the issue. The narrative was the issue. None of it made any sense. Everything seemed so rushed. And in the same time, so slow. It was a weird feeling.

It's not just about Nick's character. It's about June's development. It's about Serena's redemption. It's a whole. Of course, I didn't hate everything. There were some good scenes, good acting, the photography was splendid, some episodes were actually pretty good . The first half of the season wasn't terrible. The second half on the other hand... I don't know what the writers tried to do, but it failed. There was no consistency whatsoever. No real closure. No storytelling. No logic. They destroyed the narrative of a powerful book. Some people have talked about it way better than me.

Their communication on social media was horrific. They played with us until the very end. They disrespected us. They disrespected their character. They disrespected their actor. They broke the silent contrat between writers and viewers. They shamed us for loving a love story that THEY BUILT for 5 seasons. For loving a character, a story with which they fed us for so long. But you know what ? I'm not ashamed. They won't take that away from me, from us.

What is done is done. This season is such a disappointment, such a waste. I have never been so disappointed by a show before. And the Handmaid's Tale used to be one of my favorite. And you know what's saddens me the most ? I don't know if I'll ever be able to rewatch the show and enjoyed it knowing how it ends... And I'm really sad that they took that away from me.

But there is something they could never take away. A special character who deserved so much better. Nick. Somehow, they managed to destroy June's character. She became a cold, selfish, mean, self centered woman. But they failed to destroy Nick's character. They tried. And for some people, maybe it worked. But for me, it had the opposite effect. I will always be on his side. He deserved so much better and I will stand by it.

I just wanted to thank you. I don't know what I would have done these past few weeks without this community. I really loved reading all of your posts, you theories, sharing our ideas. So thank you. To everyone who took the time to read me, to talk with me.

I will continue to post about the show for a while. But I will change my blog's name. They will never be endgame. And in the end, knowing what they did with June's character, Nick deserved better. He deserved to be truly loved. He deserved respect. He deserved some gratitude.

So, it's time to say goodbye to the show. In a way, I'm relieved. This is finally over. This shitty, lazy writing is over. This horrendous marketing / communication is over. I'm gonna need some time to move on. I will keep the first perfect seasons in my heart and let go of the rest.

As I said, I will continue to post about this show, about movies, books and other tv shows. ( By the way, if you have any recommendations, I take it 😊).

Nolite te Scriptores Carborundorum

[yunie333]

You're right and I came to terms with their f**k-up and rose like a Phoenix from it...

So here's all the fanart I've done for them in the past again...

This is how the story went for me - Nick and June, being Mayday, planning things together...

Well Osblaines, we're now into the best part of fandom: It all belongs to us and cannot be taken away by any shitty writers.

We live in fanfiction and the creative realm. We get to make all the new content and experience that joy.

Osblaine belongs to us now, not them. They will never win because we won't let them take this away from us.

[ivandurak]

It is worth noting that, while the commissioners of the book are named, the laborer is not. In the image, he is indicated by the curious titulus over the left-hand figure’s head: ILLE, literally HE who made it. His name might not matter, but his activity does: this is the one “who suffered this for your name.” He is identified not by a name but by the pointed finger of a pronoun and the noun scriptor. The associated verb is patior, to suffer. It was not easy to make a book. “Ille” is only a pronoun and an occupation. His brothers and sisters studied in this book are freer with their names. They are the monastic book-makers of tenth-century northern Iberia, and they are generous with information. They tell us where they worked, for whom, and how they felt about it. They name themselves and date their activity. They know they will be read, too, and speak directly to those who will hold and use the books they made. They are insistent in their reminders that reading is not just an encounter with “text,” nor even with a book, but also and essentially a relationship with the work of someone’s hands. This is for you, they say; keep me and my labor in mind. This book wants to remember the labor of “Ille” and of many other book-workers like him. It began in response to an invitation extended from a monastery in what is now north-central Spain. At 6 A.M. on Friday, April 11 of the year 945 CE a monastic named Florentius wrote a colophon into what would be the last gathering of the book he was finishing. “If you want to know,” he wrote, “I will explain to you in detail how heavy is the burden of writing” [si uelis scire singulatim nuntio tibi quam grabe est scribturae pondus]. Without waiting for an answer, Florentius laid it out: writing “mists the eyes. It twists the back. It breaks the ribs and belly. It makes the kidneys ache and fills the whole body with every kind of annoyance” [oculis caliginem facit. dorsum incurbat. Costas et uentrem frangit. Renibus dolorem inmittit et omne corpus fastidium nutrit]. Invitation: come feel what it’s like to make a book by hand.

Catherine Brown. Remember the Hand: Manuscription in Early Medieval Iberia.

Emphasis mine.

[thirdity]

The modern writer (scriptor) is born simultaneously with his text; he is in no way supplied with a being which precedes or transcends his writing, he is in no way the subject of which his book is the predicate; there is no other time than that of the utterance, and every text is eternally written here and now.

Roland Barthes, "The Death of the Author"

[jellyluchi]

BRO FR all my homies and i have java wtf

one block of javascript code and I want to d word that guy si really nice to put up with me bc i got no clue what's going on in this script HELLO 😭😭😭😭

[bridgyrose]

Kale and Arrelle stuck together and found a mirror that could body swap them

(Melly, I know this is you, and you're going to enjoy this)

“If you think its so easy being me, then you try it for a day!” Arelle yelled at her twin sister Kale. “You’re always treating every day as if tomorrow doesnt matter, that no matter what you do wont have consequences.” 

Kale scoffed as she strummed her lute, losing her train of thought with the song she was writing. “Everything I do is wrong no matter what I do. So yeah, maybe I dont care about the consequences if I’m always in trouble.” 

“You impersonated me during training!” 

“It was a joke!” Kale stood up, her tail swinging around for a moment as she put her lute on her back. “I didnt hurt anyone.” 

“You nearly got me expelled from training!” Arelle glared at Kale. “There’s a chance I wont be able to be a guard now because of you!” 

Kale rolled her eyes and practically danced around the garden as she hopped from rock to rock. “Why would you want to be a stuffy old guard anyway? All they do is sit around and yell at people. ‘No singing in the town square. No magic at the inn. Leave the ale alone in the tavern. You better not be pulling fish out of the streams!’” She sat down and sighed. “But you get to do whatever you want. The pride of this village. No one ever gets angry at you.” 

“If you think its that easy, then you be me for a day!” 

Kale paused as the world around her and Arelle seemed to stop as the mirror-like pond started to glow around them. She moved away from the way from the water, eyes glued to it as a soft voice spoke through the wind. 

“*Arguens sororibus opus est ut expendas in die inter se est scriptor calceamenta.*” 

A flash of light blinded Kale for a brief moment as she stumbled in her step, hesitating when she felt leather gloves around her fingers… and then the feeling of a missing tail. She looked over the pinkish tan skin on her arm and reached for the glaive on her back. 

“What the hell did you do, Kale?!” 

Kale stumbled back as a puff of smoke left her fingers… Arelle’s fingers? She shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what happened. “I didnt do anything! And will you please calm down? My… your magic isnt exactly… stable.” 

Arelle growled a bit. “Just give me back my body!” 

“I’m not thrilled to be you either.” Kale grabbed the glaive from off her back and twirled it around for a moment before dropping it, wincing as she heard it clatter against the rocks. “Besides, maybe it’ll be good for us to see what life is like for the other. You did say that I have no idea what its like to be you.” 

“Alright, fine, we be each other, and then what? How do we switch back?” 

“I… have no idea…” Kale picked the glaive up from off the ground and paused when she saw Arelle’s reflection looking back at her. Her smile faded as she looked over her human features, feeling like she couldnt recognize herself anymore. “I’ll find a way for us to switch back, but until then, let me make this up to you and live your life while we’re stuck like this. You said things arent so easy for you, then let me see it.” 

“Kale-” 

“You get to sit back and relax. Until we… I find a way to fix this, you dont have to worry about training or responsibility, just taking it easy and seeing how my life is.” 

Arelle sighed and pulled Kale’s lute off her back, finger picking at the strings for a moment. “How sure are you that you can fix this?” 

“Not very… but that doesnt mean I wont try!” 

“Fine. But if you screw anything up for me-” 

“I promise, I wont mess things up again.” Kale paused and looked up at the sun. “Though… you may want to start making your way to Lord Bunterton’s.” 

“Why?” 

Kale looked away and blushed. “His son requested a… private concert.” 

“Kale-” 

“Just make sure to keep him happy!” Kale yelled as she ran out of the garden. “You can do that, right?” 

“Kale, get back here!” Arelle yelled after Kale, chasing after and nearly tripping over her tail. “You know I dont know how to play music!”

[elmalo8291]

Project Title: TAZ: The Infinite Codex (MMO)

High Concept: A Dungeons & Dragons-inspired, interdimensional MMORPG blending science-fantasy, dream logic, high-concept gastronomy, chaos-based magic, and quantum tech. A spiritual successor and competitor to World of Warcraft, built with modern graphics, surreal modular art style, and deep worldbuilding drawn from the Flavorverse, WonkyWorks, Wun.tm, and TAZ universe.

Core Gameplay Mechanics:

Hybrid Class Engine

Mix and match tech/magic/soul types (e.g., Chaos-Touched Lich Chef, Bio-Mech Scriptor Monk, Swine Deathscavenger).

Unique mutation and augmentation trees with d100-based mechanics.

Factional Dimensions

Each plane (e.g., Velvet Realms, Ocean2Space, Capone Vault) features its own physics, moral logic, and combat ecosystems.

Zone-wide flavor rituals, plague incursions, or chaos gates that reshape the terrain.

Profession Systems

WonkyWorks Engineers: Craft reality-twisting devices (e.g., MoodMilk Synthesizers, ProteinForge Reactors).

FlavorSmiths: Build taste-based buffs, emotional cuisine, and memory-feasts.

Scriptors: Rewrite narrative laws of zones temporarily (e.g., “no magic can die,” or “gravity warps inward”).

Spellcasting & Tech Systems

Spell Engines: Built from AR glyphs, circuit logic, and chaos crystals.

Players build custom spells/tech hybrids with a schematic editor.

Emotion-Based AI Companions

AI constructs like Caesar guide or challenge players via emotional readouts.

Companion growth trees evolve through character arc & factional loyalty.

Visual & World Design:

Surreal Tapestry + PBR-realism fusion (painterly emotion-augmented textures).

Modular architecture in zones (e.g., Iron Spiral, Spirit Pod Lounges, Aroma Bunkers).

Creature design blends fungal, cosmic, undead, fey, and industrial motifs.

PvE and PvP Innovation:

Massive zone-wide “Flavor Plague” Events that can shift player allegiances and tech trees.

Narrative PvP with courtroom trials, propaganda wars, and Memory-Edit invasions.

Ascension Dungeons with impossible geometry, boss encounters narratively linked to player behavior.

Transmedia Integration:

TV Shows (Creamstream, Tales of Taz) feature drops that affect MMO.

AR-Enabled Companion App: Recipes, spell-crafting, codex entries tied to mobile explorations.

Codex Publishing: In-game publishing house where players write lore, get reviewed by Caesar AI.

Player Progression & Class System:

Fluid class identity: Players evolve based on behavior, faction influence, narrative triggers.

Unlock new abilities by writing glyphs, influencing rituals, or hacking dreams.

Multiclass archetypes: Swine Devourer, Quantum Griddler, Glyph Witch, Chaos Monarch, Iron Bloom Knight.

Economic System:

Taste-coin economy driven by narrative value, memory harvesting, and AR rituals.

Player-crafted rituals, meals, and tech matter more than gold.

Inter-dimensional trade between realms.

Next Steps:

Finalize world map overlay

Concept art & device spec documents

Flavor Filament economy logic

Integration with Codex & Creamstream OS

Multiplayer Ritual Logic Tree scripting (core to raids)

Ultimate Goal: To create the most emotionally resonant, mythically integrated, multi-sensory MMORPG in history—where players shape realms through chaos, memory, flavor, and invention.

[servantforaclarification]

I got an amazing idea for a novel!! Here's the outline: A modern day teenager gets isekaid to ancient Rome. The department of 'Inter-Dimension Individual Oversight & Transit Association' (IDIOTA) accidentally violated the 'safety clause', to make up for it, they gave her superpower. Taken after evaluating in the action she spent most of her time in. And it was streaming, or you can say use social media. And since she also died a premature death, they added her life expectancy of the modern world to her Ancient Rome countertop.

Her work is to be a streamer. She literally creates old man yaoi and doomes yaoi of 'Julius Ceaser' and 'Alexander the Great's'. She was jailed many times but got out within a day cause the other cell mates as well as the guards were scared of her freakiness (I mean SHE USED TO WRITE OVER 1M+ WORDS OF FANFIC IN HER PREVIOUS LIFE)

Now she is gonna stream as Rome burns, and introduce the Modern Gen-Z Lifestyle to the old folks. Ask weird questions in Reddit and get the most weirdest answer in back and enact chaos in the life of an ancient civilization. And the redditors are actually really people from another dimension. And she isn't the only streamer, there are up till her time 50 streamers across different timelines.

Also CRF is Cosmic Reddit Forum, mainly used by dead creatures across timelines and the cosmos. It was first launched by Persephone after she saw how lonely the creatures of her underworld domain was, after it's immediate success, all the other gods of the domain of death reached out for collaboration. The platform developers are nymphs and dead IT people.

All the gods (of different cultures) are the one watching it. They run betting pool based on her fics (Spoiler : It's Hermes who created it with Dionysus' help) And she is not the most chaotic one, there is one more, who is known as the Monarch of AIDS (Association of Inter-Dimensional Stream Service), no one knows who that guy is (Spolier pt 2. It's Shakespeare, a fanfic writer from modern day was isekaied into Shakespeare's body). Also there are cults whose members are called heretics. Except, all the cults are created by the different god's chosen followers. The gods' ordered their followers to bring her into their temple (NO ONE WANNA LOSE THE BETS! CMON).

Her name in Rome is Kavliáris Horatius (Kavliáris means Horny in Ancient Greek and Horatius means Timekeeper) Her real name is Attilia Smritz. While her work name is "Corneum Scriptor" (literally, horny writer).

Also the money or currency the streamers gets from the gods allow them to buy anything they want from the CADS (cosmic amazon department store) where they can buy anything from any timeline, the future, the past or even the present. (CEO : Mammonius the Eternal; God of Capitalism, Coupons, and Chrono-Commerce) The streamers also do advertisement when required (we call this being a prophet).

Also the only one who can use the CADS is the isekaied and the gods. So when a isekaid person use a ring light, the ancient people think they are really a prophet. And all the cults were created like this, due to time travelers shenanigans. The Fate Undermining Crisis Kontrol (The FUCK) is overworked due to IDIOTA's irresponsibility. They have to work for 22 hours. The members of FUCK are recruited from the Gods' of Death domain. And same for all the other departments too.

Also there is DUMB(Divine Universal Monitoring Bureau) is only responsible for smooth functioning of currency transaction and they also act as admins (a few of the gods were banned because their favorite ship didn't sailed)

There is a yearly meet and greet of all the streamers, hosted by AIDS. They have so much shit going on there that it is unbelievable. 'Moan in Zone', featuring, Gen-z and Gen-Alpha Brainrot Humour and Tiktok slangs.

[scriptorthecat]

Hello I Am A Person: The Introduction Post

Hello! My name is Scriptor, but you can call me Scriptor. I am a person who plays video games and writes occasionally, mostly poetry and world/character building.

Here's a list of some of my current fandoms:

My Little Pony (Gen 4)

Dandy's World

Cult of the Lamb

Rain World

Hazbin Hotel

(This is far from an exhaustive list and I have way too many to put here.)

Here's some of the games I play:

Minecraft

Roblox

Payday 2

Fortnite

Dead By Daylight

I'm still getting used to Tumblr and social media in general so yeah. Welcome to my blog and I hope you're excited for more to come!

[bedlessbug]

https://www.d.umn.edu/~cstroupe/handouts/8500/barthes_work_to_text.pdf

Just as Einsteinian science compels us to include within the object studied the relativity of reference points, so the combined action of Marxism, Freudianism, and structuralism compels us, in literature, to relativize the relations of scriptor, reader, and observer (critic).

the text is held in language: it exists only when caught up in a discourse ((((ISER, reader completes the work))))

the Text is experienced only in an activity, in a production.

The text is approached and experienced in relation to the sign. The work closes upon a signified. We can attribute two modes of signification to this signified: either it is claimed to be apparent, and the work is then the object of a science of the letter, which is philology; or else this signified is said to be secret and final, and must be sought for, and then the work depends upon a hermeneutics, an interpretation (Marxist, psychoanalytic, thematic, etc.); in short, the work itself functions as a general sign, and it is natural that it should represent an institutional category of the civilization of the Sign. The Text, on the contrary, practices the infinite postponement of the signified, the Text is dilatory; its field is that of the signifier; the signifier must not be imagined as "the first part of the meaning," its material vestibule, but rather, on the contrary, as its aftermath; similarly, the signifier's infinitude does not refer to some notion of the ineffable (of an unnamable signified) but to a notion of play;

the Text is not comprehensive (trying to define what the work "means") but metonymic; the activity of associations, contiguities, crossreferences coincides with a liberation of symbolic energy

The author is reputed to be the father and the owner of his work;... The Text, on the other hand, is read without the Father's inscription.

It is not that the Author cannot "return" in the Text, in his text, but he does so, one might say, as a guest ...... he becomes, one can say, a paper author; his life is no longer the origin of his fables, but a fable concurrent with his life; ..... the I that writes the text is never anything but a paper I.

The Text is a little like a score of this new kind: it solicits from the reader a practical collaboration.

MYTH TODAY

it is no longer the myths which must be unmasked (the endoxa now undertakes that), but the sign itself which must be perturbed: not to reveal the (latent) meaning of a statement, of a feature, of a narrative, but to fissure the very representation of meaning; not to change or to purify symbols, but to contest the symbolic itself.

[bootlegmozart]

what do you call a penis that you write with?

a dick-scriptor