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Brambonius
@brambonius.bsky.social
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Officially an Earthling, creative in several ways and possibly out of the box (is there even one?), might use English, Dutch and other languages. Beware!
Human rights and the golden rule are a minimum!
All social constructs might need deconstruction...
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In numersil verb tenses are indicated by the vowel the verb gets after the root: -e- for present/neutral, -o- for past, -i- for future, and extra particles can be added like -vi- for a sort of perfect tense. One word subjects like a pronoun are added directly after that.
('to eat' is the example)
November 12, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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For the #WIPsnios
No, the usual sort of misunderstanding in this sort of 'take it off' conversation isn't even on the radar for Ronan, but getting a bit of a panic attack when you accidentally arrive in the land where men don't exist is... Maybe the Planetary Council shirt works.
November 12, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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Some #ConlangNovember examples: I am Bram, I fall asleep, I love you (genitive for 'you'), I eat (an) apple
November 11, 2025 at 10:06 PM
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For the #WIPsnips
No burgers as we know it, and I don't think it's a culinary delight to Ronan and Pyra either, but it's a form of ultraprocessed food in fancy shapes... Héva is a strange place to be, and not just because they don't have any men...
‘Ah, our little stowaways. They’ve allotted some food for you too.’ Lanova came in with a big tray two plates filled with mostly round, rectangular and cubical objects in strange colours and put them on the table. Pyra jumped from her bed and Ronan stood up too from his to find their place at the table. ‘Ah, so this is supposed to be food?’ Pyra asked, staring at the weird geometric shapes on the plate. ‘What else would it be, sisterling? And you’re lucky, they’ve given you a whole mix of protein blocks. The red ones are lab-beef, the white ones are lab-cod. The green ones are just watermeal.’ She pointed at the strange cube-like things. ‘Eh, ok? And those tiny white bricks?’ Ronan said, poking a white bar-shaped object.’ ‘You don’t even have gnokbok on Nation Island?’ ‘I have never heard of anything like gnokbok, or of any of these other abominations. Food shouldn’t be so rectangular!’ Pyra said, trying out the initial gn-sound. ‘Gn…, Gn…, Gnokbok? It’s the carbs I suppose?’ ‘It’s made of starch from potatoes and rice. It’s chewy. You best eat it with the tomato sauce.’ Levona said, looking amusedly at the perplexed young Nationers. She pointed at a cube-shaped container with red sauce. ‘But why the shapes?’ Ronan asked. ‘I suppose it’s how the machine cuts them? Does’t food always have those shapes?’ ‘Eh, not even labmeat looks so perfectly square in The Nation. This is just creepy.’ Ronan said, and then he pointed at the coin-shaped orange things. ‘And what’s that supposed to be?’ ‘Those are just carrot slices, manling. Pure organic veggies. Don’t tell me you don’t even have carrots on Nation Island?’
November 11, 2025 at 10:00 AM
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Dat wezen ziet er zoogdierachtig uit, zou hij niet eerder een miereneter moeten worden?
November 11, 2025 at 9:54 AM
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still a bit shadowbanned on X I think, or is my opinion about jazz so controversial?
November 11, 2025 at 9:45 AM
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Humans are fascinating...
November 10, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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For the #WIPsnips
The story of Ronan and Pyra begins with a random bird and the scenery before it zooms in at the characters...
(Which is probably completely wrong according to Amer/English 'creative writing' coaches, but I like Ghibli over Hollywood too if you know what I mean...)
November 10, 2025 at 1:44 PM
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For the #WIPSnips some random lore dumping through the posters on the wall of Pyra's classroom...
In the back of the class Pyra was attempting to work her way through her natural sciences course. Her brain refused to cooperate though, as she stared at the Afropean circular periodic table of chemical elements before her. Around her the others were reading the text or taking notes, but while the subject was technically easy for her, her focus just wouldn’t turn on. She looked from her teacher to another version of the periodic table on a poster on the wall, and then at a diagram with a naked man and a naked women -drawn in the most clinical and unsexy way possible and with all the right names added to all the important bodyparts- and then her eye stayed on the grey landgull that was pictured on another poster containing the important bird and mammal species of The Nation. Important because it was only found on Nation Island, not because anyone particularly liked it. Her gaze then went to a poster named Alphabets of the World, which showed the ‘Latin-English Alphabet’ next to the neo-Arabic, standard Himalayan, and ancient Hebrew and Greek ones. She looked at the latter one, which started with the letters Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon… Like the male ranking system in The Nation. It was all total twaddle and unfair in every possible way! She put up her hand. ‘Aunt Leya, is it possible for me to do something else? My brain isn’t in the mood for chemistry today.’ ‘I have told you already to call me teacher, or Miss Leya or so, I’m not an aunt while in this class.’ Leya sighed. She knew what state her pupil was in, but finding what did work might prove not as easy as discovering all the possible things that weren’t working for her today. ‘And as long as you catch up with your natural sciences later you can do something else now. But don’t forget that we have a curriculum to follow. We need your diploma to be worth something when you’ve graduated. The Elders take education and your future very seriously.’
November 9, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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For #Lovember

"Love is a mystery, but you recognise it when you see it", from the conversation of Michael and his final LI and the priestess of the (formerly only) female outlaws about an outlaw 'Love Ceremony' (certainly not a Nation Marriage) in the Wife School dystopia.
November 9, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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For #BookVember
Everyone should read Joan Slonczewksi's 'A Door into Ocean', with its deconstruction of gender and even biological sex, plus the theme of nonviolence against violence too, in very patriarchal violent planet against one with non-violent women-only inhabitants... Intriguing book!
November 9, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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November 9, 2025 at 10:05 AM
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November 9, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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For #Bookvember
I've already mentioned women like Thea Beckman and Astrid Lindgren, but for example Ursula Le Guin is also an important example for me as a writer, in her variations of describing the human experience in her aliens and fantasy settings...
'The Telling' has an interesting female MC.
November 8, 2025 at 5:49 PM
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For the #WIPsnips
Pyra and Ronan are mostly treated as a sort of little adults here. And this scene gives insight in the difference between names among outlaws versus in The Nation itself...
‘Who’re you bringing in there, Ed?’ A woman with short hair came up to the trio. She wore the same clothes as the men, in brown and olive green, but her hair was almost red, red as wine, which seemed to work for some reason. Something about her gave the feel of a Ghost Town elder. ‘These little travellers are going to Seventh City Ghost Town, Amber. The Camion broke down and they didn’t like waiting for the repair team, and just took the way to the wilderness here.’ Amber looked from Pyra to Ronan. ‘Seventh City you say?’ ‘They’re actually returning from Héva, and are going back to Seventh City.’ ‘Ah? There must be an interesting story there. Welcome at the old Forest Project. So you two are pupils of Eliza? She always was reckless too. But Héva is a new one…’ ‘I’m just an Epsilon city boy, lady Amber.’ Ronan said, and bowed in a way that would have fitted more a millenium earlier. ‘He’s a honorary Ghost Town member too. He’s just shy.’ Pyra say. ‘So what’s your names, youngsters?’ ‘Ronan Hunter, lady, and She’s Pyra Yannas.’ ‘Right. So a City Fathername and an outlaw Mothername. Interesting combination. In my time we only had selfnames and partnernames…’ Amber seemed to think a bit. ‘Ronan Ronans would be an insult to his family if he still lives with them, isn’t it?’ Amber grumbled. It was clear that she didn’t like Nationers much. ‘We’ve never had anyone here who had a reason to keep their Nation fathername I’m afraid, neither the men nor the women.’
November 8, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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For the #WIPsnips
'stopping mid-movement' is on character for Ronan, especially when he's agressively being befriended by someone as intense as Pyra... but all in all their first interaction is going quite well probably...
‘You didn’t protest at last when I proposed the idea.’ ‘You’re going too fast. I don’t have the time to process everything.’ ‘Process all you want. I would say we were on the way to becoming friends even without naming it.’ He looked at her, and wondered why he wasn’t panicking. ‘You’re probably right. But this is new to me.’ ‘Meeting people you know? Don’t they have a lot of them in your City?’ ‘Usually new people scare me. And they always say I’m bad with social things, because of…’ He fell silent again. His eyes were focused far away from her face now. ‘Because of?’ ‘Well, I’m not adjusted because…’ He fell silent again. His eyes followed a shadow on the ground and then went to the big gull in the sky. ‘Adjusted? To what even?’ She asked, and for a second she looked at the bird too, which flew its slow circles freely, unhindered by human social complications. ‘I’m different, you see?’ he finally said. ‘Different from what? Aren’t we all different?’ ‘They say I’m autistic.’ He looked at her, and then turned away again from the intensity in her blue eyes. His voice suddenly sounded shrill. The whole atmosphere had changed in a few seconds. She didn’t know if she had to touch his shoulder reassuringly or not, so she stopped mid-movement. ‘Oh, that? Cogittio’s neurotype three? I already suspected something like that. Is there something wrong with that then?’ He was completely taken aback by her reaction. ‘Isn’t it supposed to be a big deal? Everyone always says that. It’s why I have to follow boring classes in school because normal classes are not for me, and they say I’m unmarriable too.’ ‘Huh? So weird. I think you’re just fine. There’s more important things in the world than those neurotype labels. Like being a good person and so. And you seem like a fun friend.’ And with that she closed off the subject resolutely.
November 7, 2025 at 9:06 PM
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There's also 2 ways of writing it, one with connected letters and one without connections between the letters. The punctuation here opens and starts a sentence and the second one indicates a name.
Num(m)ersil = the language
Oranderra = our wold ('old world) #ConlangNovember
November 6, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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For #ConlangNovember I present you the Nummersil alphabet, with the corresponding letters in my own language (Dutch) and IPA.
Yes, when I made it years ago I was rather lazy and used mostly sounds that exist in my own language except for the theta-sound. (written the IPA ng wrong too here)
November 6, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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For #bookvember day 6 one of the most captivating books with pictures from my childhood is without a doubt Astrid Lindgren's 'Ronja rövardotter' (I read it in Dutch) with the illustrations of Ilon Wikland.
Both the nature and the fantasy creatures are incredible!
(Pictures through Google pics)
November 6, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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For #NovemberWorldbuilders
Nothing noteworthy that's white in the Nation stories, except for maybe yesterday's white carrots.
There's cabbage white butterflies, white-stemmed 'choy cabbage' a white nurse uniform for Sam, who has white (not just blond) hair too.. And Michael's white bedsheets...
Even apart from all the rest there seemed to be a deep sadness haunting this place: old and ugly furniture, and everything was dirty. It was clear that whoever had lived here before him had never cared about cleanliness, or hygiene. The unmarriable men in this kind of state apartment tended to give up on many things in life. It was not a life with much to look forward to anyway. He took the sheets and blankets from the package the relocation agent had given him, and made his bed. At least they were clean and white, which clashed with the rest of the place, but for now this would do. He didn’t feel like cleaning anything now. He didn’t feel like anything at all. Tomorrow he would go to his former parents to get as much of his old stuff as possible, and he would go back to the bar to see if he would be able to get a job there, any job at all would be great, even though he knew he’d only have half the pay for much more hours if he’d apply as an unrated man. But it was what it was. This was his life now and he would have to get used to that. He dropped his body on the bed again, and didn’t find energy to stand up again until late next morning.
November 6, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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Meme originator:
November 5, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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For the #WIPsnips
These paths aren't made by humans, they're mammoth trails... The old feral megatusker had his own Tolkien's fox moment wondering why there were two little humans in the forest, but I din't give him a POV moment.
Finally they saw the beast itself appear from out of the trees, a huge mountain of tusks and hair with a trunk that moved around like a hyperactive snake, and legs like stomping treetrunks. ‘You idiot, these aren’t paths at all, these are elephant trails!’ Pyra said, grabbing his hand to pull him off the road, and then pressing him to a nearby tree stem. They could feel the ground tremble with every step it made. ‘Mammoth trails,’ Ronan corrected. The beast relaxedly followed the same trail they were following, and indeed, it had probably even made those weird paths through the wilderness that they were using now. ‘But this is so cool.’ ‘This isn’t a game, Pyra. That thing is even bigger than the elephant in the zoo in Ninth city.’ He whispered when the animal almost reached the place where they stood behind a tree. He almost died of holding his breath while his heart exploded in his chest. Luckily the mammoth just ignored them, as a gentle giant which didn’t care for two little humans. It only looked at them for a second, but clearly had better things to do than bothering with two little humans. It passed them by ostentatiously, and walked off to wherever the trail was going. They looked at the back of the animal in silence until it finally disappeared into the forest again. ‘What is that monster doing here?’ Ronan said when his heart had calmed down a bit. She let go of his hand to investigate the gigantic tracks the animal had left, and picked up a bit of reddish brown wool from the ground. ‘Oh, it’s just a feral neo-mammoth. But this one looked like an old megatusker.’ ‘Only that?
November 5, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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For the #NovemberWorldbuilders
The main purple thing in The Nation seems to be the purple carrots of the outlaws, which are favoured over the standard white carrots by a lot of Nation housewives too.
They(re mentioned several times, this is the closest we come to uncovering their history:
‘Ah, so this is supposed to be food?’ Pyra asked, staring at the weird geometric shapes on the plate. ‘What else would it be, sisterling? And you’re lucky, they’ve given you a whole mix of protein blocks. The red ones are lab-beef, the white ones are lab-cod. The green ones are just watermeal.’ She pointed at the strange cube-like things. ‘Eh, ok? And those tiny white bricks?’ Ronan said, poking a white bar-shaped object.’ ‘You don’t even have gnokbok on Nation Island?’ ‘I have never heard of anything like gnokbok, or of any of these other abominations.’ Pyra said, trying out the initial gn-sound. ‘Gn…, Gn…, Gnokbok? It’s the carbs I suppose?’ ‘It’s made of starch from potatoes and rice. It’s chewy. You best eat it with the tomato sauce.’ Levona said, looking amusedly at the perplexed young Nationers. ‘But why the shapes?’ Ronan asked. ‘I suppose it’s how the machine cuts them? Does’t food always have those shapes?’ ‘Eh, not even labmeat looks so perfectly square in The Nation. This is just creepy.’ Ronan said, and then he pointed at the coin-shaped orange things. ‘And what’s that supposed to be?’ ‘Those are just carrot slices, manling. Don’t tell me you don’t even have carrots on Nation Island?’ ‘Ah, but why are they orange. Carrots should be white.’ ‘But those are boring. The best carrots are the purple ones actually. We grow a lot of them in our vegetable patch.’ Pyra added. ‘Well this is where you two completely lose me. Orange carrots are as old as microchips, or even printed books.’ ‘Manfred had them banned. I read that in a book. He said that white carrots were more manly I think.’ ‘That is the stupidest thing I ever heard.’ Lanova shook her head and Pyra nodded in agreement.
November 5, 2025 at 8:33 AM
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Forget Checkov's guns, what modern literature needs is more random Tolkien's foxes that have zero connection to anything else in the story.
"A fox passing through the wood on business of his own stopped several minutes and sniffed. ‘Hobbits!’ he thought. ‘Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. Three of them! There’s something mighty queer behind this.’ He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it." jrr tolkien, the fellowship of the ring + a picture of a red fox
November 4, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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For #NovemberWorldbuilders
The Angel of the Earth, revered by Ghost Town outlaws, is usually shown as a green lady in a long gown.
She embodies life in all senses, wisdom and protection, and some say she will destroy any man who enters her chapels.
Michael's experience says otherwise...
November 4, 2025 at 8:21 AM