*I never want to read about velarization or syllable patterns again*
*Oh dear lord, never again please.*
*Have you ever conlanged personally?*
*Unfortunately so..*
*My first one was a pretty basic PIE Esperanto-derivative just to say “Hey I made a lil language” but my second, Peroukiv (Pèloqif) tried to emulate Semitic language structure by angling/rotating consonantal symbols to imply vowel presence, inspired by Canadian Aboriginal languages, and mixed Old English and Hebrew roots with Japanese grammar elements. It was… horrific.*
“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
He nods, putting the staff on his shoulder “I didn’t even notice, but you’re right, it’s almost cold outside.” He gets walking to the tavern.
"How did you not notice it was getting cold?" He snorts, laughing a bit
“Numbed almost everything on my body, helps me fight more without worrying about pain and stuff.”
"But what if you are on fire? Would that be bad?"
“Oh yeah definitely. That would be bad, especially because I wouldn’t feel most of it.”
*I never want to read about velarization or syllable patterns again*
*Oh dear lord, never again please.*
*Have you ever conlanged personally?*
*Unfortunately so..*
*My first one was a pretty basic PIE Esperanto-derivative just to say “Hey I made a lil language” but my second, Peroukiv (Pèloqif) tried to emulate Semitic language structure by angling/rotating consonantal symbols to imply vowel presence, inspired by Canadian Aboriginal languages, and mixed Old English and Hebrew roots with Japanese grammar elements. It was… horrific.*
*what was yours?*
*Sometimes during 2009. I do not remember it because my brain wishes to forget everything I have learned my school day's.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
He nods, putting the staff on his shoulder “I didn’t even notice, but you’re right, it’s almost cold outside.” He gets walking to the tavern.
"How did you not notice it was getting cold?" He snorts, laughing a bit
“Numbed almost everything on my body, helps me fight more without worrying about pain and stuff.”
"But what if you are on fire? Would that be bad?"
“Oh yeah definitely. That would be bad, especially because I wouldn’t feel most of it.”
"Mn, I agree. I rather like my nerve endings thank you." He laughs a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
There is an ear-shattering boom as a prismatic triangle appears in the sky, lasting only long enough for a flaming vehicle to fling out of it, hurtling toward the ground at breakneck speeds. Behind its crash course lingers a trail of smoke and a few falling debris. Eventually it curves below the treeline, quickly followed by another thundering crash. Smoke rises steadily from the impact location in the distance.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Unfortunately so..*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*My first one was a pretty basic PIE Esperanto-derivative just to say “Hey I made a lil language” but my second, Peroukiv (Pèloqif) tried to emulate Semitic language structure by angling/rotating consonantal symbols to imply vowel presence, inspired by Canadian Aboriginal languages, and mixed Old English and Hebrew roots with Japanese grammar elements. It was… horrific.*
*what was yours?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Oh yeah definitely. That would be bad, especially because I wouldn’t feel most of it.”
*Good morning.*
*Sometimes during 2009. I do not remember it because my brain wishes to forget everything I have learned my school day's.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*CRETCHUR! 💜*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs, looking up to the ceiling “I’ve got to do all of that? Even keeping you clothed? Yeah you should take some money for yourself.”
She gets herself something small to eat, taking pint sized bites, still nervous around them, but less.
He wraps her up in his arms, holding her with as much strength as he can, which isn’t very strong at the moment.
He just holds his head in his hands “Oh [gp] me. Please feed yourself the amount of food you need.”
"Mn, I agree. I rather like my nerve endings thank you." He laughs a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey Wendi. Amazing to see you again.*
🩵💛🩷
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He chuckles “Helps when I get stabbed in the arm or something though.” He opens the door for them onto the tavern.
*Oh no! My one weakness! Vibrantly colored hearts! Like the Care Bears!*
Brody snorts and smooths out his button-up shirt "I always hated the cold... More of a warm weather guy."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Not much of a fan either, heard the summers here are almost tropical though. That’ll be fun to see if I end up staying here that long.”
"I'm hoping now that I do as well." He sighs, rolling his shoulder and grumbling about the cold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They arrive the Lord’s Rest Inn and Shen walks into the much warmer building, that same little smirk on his face as always.
Brody shucks off his coat, folding it and hanging it up on the coat rack. He sits at the bar, ordering a vodka shot from them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(morning wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*How ya doin Wendi? I forgot to ask, other than bein tired are ya good?*
He sits down next to them, cracking his neck with a palm, making a series up pops before he takes one of the shots “Thanks.” Downing it in one gulp.