#Ovusi

[dedalvs]

Well now I HAVE to ask how to say/write "chicken" in your various languages!

Oh here we go...

🐔🐥🐤🐣🐓

Azrán: upózh

Bodzvokhan: dǝq

Castithan: chikano (< English)

Dothraki: jiz

Hen Linge: mak

High Valyrian: ñoves (rooster), qulbes (hen)

Irathient: tisese

Kamakawi: iki (animal), i'iki (food)

Méníshè: t'òdír

Noalath: vokach

Övüsi: kuge

Ravkan: shuk (rooster), shuka (hen)

Trigedasleng: omi (generic), egleya (hen)

Yulish: bökki

Zemeni: wela

Zhyler: levžel

That's not all of them, but that's a lot of them!

(Btw, I was sitting here coming up with this list, and @quothalinguist glances at it and is instantly like, "You're coming up with words for 'chicken'? Méníshè's got one!' And, of course, she was right!)

[renegadepisces]

Bright Imagine: Kandomere accidentally meeting your family

After a brutal few weeks of almost nonstop danger in your days and seemingly unending paperwork in your nights, you were thrilled to have a day off. The fact that you could spend it with your older sibling and their family made it even better. Working with the MTF was amazing, but you wouldn’t trade a hefty hazard paycheck for time like this with your family. 

These are your favorite kind of days. Perfect weather with sunshine and the lightest hint of a breeze to keep you all cool and comfortable while enjoying the shops lining the pedestrian district of town. You were in one of the trendier human neighborhoods not far from the border of Elftown. It had a hip, artistic reputation, which meant that your nephews were frantically turning their attention from one attraction to the next as quickly as their wondrous, adorable child minds would let them process the scene in front of them. The street was full of other families and couples out enjoying the weather, some holding shopping bags or takeaway containers. 

Your sibling and their young family lived in a quiet suburb while you lived further into the city, but you joined forces on weekends like this to expose the kids to some of the more positive parts of living near LA. You carried your oldest nephew’s gym bag slung across your shoulder, allowing him to chase after his little brother, giggling as they revolved around you and their parents like planets hurdling through space. They’d come from tae kwan do practice and hadn’t wanted to change clothes before lunch. Their baby sister cooed in her stroller at clouds passing in and out of her line of sight overhead.

“What a nice day,” your sibling sighed, “So, how is work y/n?”

“Honey, not in front of the kids.” Their partner warned through a forced smile to avoid alarming the children. “No offense y/n.”

“None taken.” you assured them.

Your sibling didn’t work with the MTF like you, but they were an LAPD detective. You knew your in-law worried for you and your sibling, and you didn’t blame them. LA was a big city, and both you and your sibling saw some of the darkest and most dangerous parts of the city and its residents on a daily basis. Besides, your sibling knew enough from the law enforcement rumor mill and the local news to know exactly what your work life was like. 

“Fine, fine, are you seeing anyone then?” your sibling quipped. 

Their spouse groaned and shot an apologetic look your way before fussing with your niece’s sunhat. Your sibling always was immature, even if they were older than you. 

Your nephews whipped around at this question, suddenly very interested in what the adults were saying. 

“You know these precious boys are the only gentleman for me!” you said, pretending to be scandalized. Your nephews dropped their serious expressions for wide, toothy grins. You were, in their words, the coolest grown up, and they could be jealous of your attention. Of the few men you had dated long enough to warrant introduction to your family, they hadn’t liked a single one. To be fair though, neither had your sibling. 

“Oh y/n, would you mind staying with the kids while we run into this store?” Your in-law suddenly asked, stopping dead in their tracks on the sidewalk. The store window they were focused on looked like a promising place to find a gift for your younger nephew’s upcoming birthday.

“Of course!” you agreed, knowing firsthand what a bad idea it was to take 3 excited children into a store. 

You tempted your nephews away from the intriguing shop window - and the temptation to follow their parents inside - with the promise of gelato. You made monthly trips to this part of the city specifically to visit the bookstore next to the gelato shop, but you doubted you could convince the boys to let you go inside and browse the newest arrivals.

The boys ordered exactly what you knew they would - strawberry for the oldest and chocolate for the youngest. You treated yourself to a scoop of espresso and got a sample of orange-flavored gelato for your niece because you knew she always ate oranges first whenever they were put in front of her and assumed she wouldn’t mind orange-flavored gelato. 

You had just finished putting your wallet back in your pocket and rearranging your nephew’s bag on your shoulder when you felt both of your nephews grab you. The older one wrapped his small hand in yours, while his brother put his hand in your jeans pocket. It was a gesture you’d taught him half jokingly when he got old and independent enough that he didn’t want to hold anyone’s hand in public. It had been a compromise - he didn’t have to hold your hand but he did have to hold on. Both boys were at that age when they wanted to act and be treated like big kids - and that didn’t include hand holding. 

Concerned at their unusual behavior, you turned your attention away from the stroller to look at them. They were both staring intently in the same direction, toward the bookstore. You followed their gaze and noticed a familiar figure standing on the sidewalk. They were about the same height as you, wearing a strangely formal suit for a casual weekend stroll, and their hair was a striking and unnatural shade of grey and blue. And their eyes, which triggered you to finally recognize your boss through the pedestrians walking into your line of sight, were a piercing clear blue like the diamonds glittering in the nearby jeweler’s front window. 

“Special Agent Kandomere,” you greeted him, exhaling air you hadn’t realized you were holding in, “What brings you here sir?”

His lips creased as he drew closer. It wasn’t a smile, but it was certainly less of a frown than what you usually saw on his face. He was handsome regardless of his expression, but the fact that he never smiled made you anxious sometimes. You couldn’t tell if he liked you, or if he was even satisfied with your work most of the time. That didn’t bother you too much though. Your martial arts background brought a rare skillset to the task force, especially among humans, and your reviews so far were stellar. 

The boys’ grips on you tightened as he stepped closer. Were they afraid of him? They’d seen plenty of elves before, so you doubted that was the problem. Kandomere could certainly be intimating even to adults though.

“I’m here for the secondhand bookshop. They have a larger selection of Ovusi than most chain stores.”

You guessed that he lived nearby then. That made sense - this neighborhood bordered the Elven district. And you knew from personal experience how impressive the store’s selection was. 

Kandomere crouched down in front of you, bringing himself eye-level to your nephews. 

“And what are your names?” He asked. And for the first time since you’d met him - for the first time in the several months you’d worked side by side since joining the MTF - you saw him smile. 

The boys looked up at you, as if asking you for permission to talk to this stranger. You nodded encouragingly. Kandomere could be an asshole, but he wasn’t bad. He seemed to be putting in effort to be nice to your nephews. 

Cautiously, they told him their names. Kandomere shifted his gaze up make eye contact with you once more, and you felt a little awkward as you took in the site. Your boss, a respected - even feared - MTF Special Agent in Charge was crouching on a crowded sidewalk in a three piece suit that probably cost more than your rent and car payment combined. 

“Are you training to be like your mother one day?” He asked your oldest nephew, no doubt observing the gym bag slung around your shoulder and the fact that your oldest nephew was still wearing his tae kwan do uniform.

You felt a blistering flush rise in your cheeks as your mouth suddenly went bone dry. Kandomere wasn’t the first to mistake your nephews for your children. After all, they had the same h/c hair as you and they generally resembled you in the same way that you resembled your sibling. But you’d never been this embarrassed by it before. 

“I wish I could take credit, but these are my nephews.” you blurted out.

The fact that Kandomere, instead of the offering the sheepish grin and hasty apology or joke about family resemblances that most people followed up that assumption with, only smiled more intently at you just made the whole situation seem more strange. There was something unfamiliar behind his eyes that you’d never seen before. You were certain you’d never made this much direct eye contact with him in the entire time you’d known him, so maybe that wasn’t so unusual. 

But still. It was all very weird and you wished the ground would swallow you whole. 

“They certainly take after you in charm, agent l/n.” He told you as he rose to his full height in an easy, fluid motion that oozed grace and dignity. That was more like him, or at least the version of him you were familiar with from work. This friendly, smiling Kandomere who was currently eliciting excited coos from your niece was a complete stranger to you. 

You were about to respond with something unintelligible when you noticed your sibling and their spouse approaching. With the practiced stealth of a detective, your sibling waited until the last possible moment to make their presence behind Kandomere known before announcing themselves by loudly greeting you.

“You must be officer (l/n), y/n’s sibling.” Kandomere greeted them, not fazed at all by the tactic. He shook hands with your sibling, and then their spouse. 

Dimly, through the roar of your almost palpable embarrassment, you realized that was the first time Kandomere had ever referred to you by your first name. 

Your sibling finally noticed the paper gelato cups in their children’s hands and leveled a piercing gaze at you. 

“Really? Even the baby? What are you spoiling my children for now?” They weren’t upset. You often joked that spoiling their children was your way of getting back at them for how they picked on you when you were younger. 

“As if I need a reason.” 

“Well, I hope you’ve at least learned a lesson, since yours has melted,” your sibling noted. 

You looked down, having completely forgotten about your espresso gelato until he reminded you. Sure enough, the mound of aromatic, creamy confection had melted into a pale brown pool in your cup. 

“Espresso, y/n?” Kandomere asked, before another smile broke across his features, “you don’t stop mainlining caffeine even on your days off.”

“This one’s just as bad. They both get most of their calories from a Styrofoam cup, I swear.” Your in-law joked, gesturing between you and your sibling as she spoke. 

“Well in that case, you’ll have to let me make it up you on Monday,” Kandomere said. After quickly exchanging goodbyes with you and your family members, he turned to walk away in the direction of the shopping center’s underground parking garage. Unfortunately, this left you at the mercy of your family’s curiosity. 

“Y/n,” your sibling warned, “I think your boss just asked you on a coffee date.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said, “He gets coffee at work all the time.”

“Yeah, with his partner.” your sibling said.

“Come on honey, you did ask if y/n was seeing someone.” Your in-law teased. 

“He said they were charming,” your oldest nephew interjected excitedly as your sibling hauled him up to sit on their shoulders. 

“He was staring at you.” his younger brother added, tugging at your hip pocket in the unmistakable signal that meant he wanted to be picked up and carried too. 

“No he was not!” You hissed as a red flush crept into your cheeks again and you stooped to comply with his demand. 

“Was too!”

You groaned, once again wishing the ground would swallow you whole and spare you the pain of waking up the next morning and realizing that the whole incident had in fact happened and wasn’t some figment of your imagination. 

“Come on boys, let’s go get lunch. And then you can tell us what else Agent Kandomere said.” your sibling said, smirking even as they danced out of reach of the playful punch you lobbed at their arm. 

[seventyfiveapples]

Knock knock / Nick Jakoby x reader

Chapter 7

The three of you walked into the garage and they waited for you to open the door. To Nick, the whole atmosphere inside felt... off.

“We’re not alone,” he said.

“Elves. Inferni. Three of them, I think,” said Kandomere. Elves were not gifted with orc’s sensitive ears and noses, but most of them had some level of telepathy.

“How did they get in? The protection charm is still up.”

Voices behind them startled the trio. “The old fashioned way.” Someone turned on the lights and you saw three figures: two elves in long robes - male and a female - and Officer Ward. The female elf, standing to the back, held a magic wand. The elf in the center, the one who had spoken, held an intricately patterned ceremonial knife to the officer’s throat.

“Partner!” Cried Jakoby, his voice catching in his throat. You looked at Nick’s stricken face and it was too much to bear.

“Glad you could join us. Which one of the three of you is the Bright who’s been opening portals?” Said the elf, looking at Kandomere.

“You’ve got a knife to his throat, you dumb piece of shit,” you said. “Let him go and take me instead. He can’t do any magic like that.” You walked over to the group and unwrapped your wand from a well-worn bandana, pressing it into Ward’s hand, along with the paper you’d scribbled on in Nick’s car. Ward holding a wand seemed to be all the proof he needed. Ward looked at you like you were crazy.

“As you like,” the lead elf said, shoving Ward to the ground. The elf with the wand trained it on you. Nick ran to help Ward up, but he didn’t look any less worried. You winked at him: nothing would happen to you as long as the protection charm was still up. The head elf spun around and looked at you, then smirked.

“Sinaa, kill that silly protection charm,” said the head elf again.”

“Yes, Karros.”’She flourished her wand and did so, and this time, instead of gentle glitter, bursts of sparks seemed to burn on their way down. You remembered that elves were telepathic, dammit, but you had enough experience to block them out. You had been careless.

“Let’s get this over with.” Said Karros.

***

Opening, closing, and re-opening the portal over and over had attracted magical attention, and now the Inferni knew about it. Did they know Kandomere was using it to track them? More importantly, who else knew about it and was coming, now that the protection charm was off?

All six took the freight elevator to the bottom and walked into a small work room. On the ceiling, near the corner furthest from the door, there was a hole in the plaster that pulsed with light. Radiating out in all directions were cracks in the wall, most of which pulsed with smaller streaks of the same light. The female elf - Sinaa - held you at wand point in one corner of the room while Karros walked underneath the pulsing-light-crack.

“Open The portal to whatever dimension you entered a week ago. Now.”

“Hey Carlos. You ever hear you catch more flies with honey? Slow your roll.” Ward tried to buy time, waving the wand like he was a practiced magic user. It was obvious he wasn’t. This might be a huge disaster. Sinaa held the wand closer to you and it glowed hot.

“Do it now or she dies.”

Nick saw you exchange a look with Kandomere. The blue-haired elf spoke next, addressing Karros.

“Ward, how do you always forget this spell? It’s ...” Kandomere rattled off a few Ovusi spell words, which Ward repeated, holding the wand towards the portal. The first time, nothing happened. The second time, a carrot fell from thin air and landed at Nick’s feet. Sinaa brought the want within an inch of your neck and prepared to strike.

“The last syllable- make it LOUD!” Kandomere instructed. Ward tried again, and the portal opened, transforming most of one wall into a sort of gateway and blowing the six of them against the opposite walls.

“I hope you are ready to die,” Sinaa told you giddily, eyes glued to a mass of swirling lights in the center of the portal. Those weren’t there the last time. In horror you realized that each point of light was a creature who had tracked the magic they’d used. Each of those dots grew as it swirled because they were heading directly for the portal.

Sinaa was transfixed, staring.

Everything that happened in the next few moments seemed to happen at once.

You took advantage of Sinaa’s surprise- and her assumption that you were afraid of her wand- and grabbed it from her, spinning around.

“You first, bitch.” You said, pushing her into the void as you did. Without the magic of the wand, floating there would be fatal within minutes. She grabbed at Karros for help as she was sucked into the portal, catching his robe, and he was drawn in as well. Before falling in, he grabbed your wrist, on the same hand that was holding the wand.

Nick grabbed your other arm, holding you tight. Kandomere tried to kick away the larger elf, but the more he moved, the more he was gradually pulled toward the portal himself.

Behind you, the Inferni elves were fighting to stay in this realm while dozens- hundreds- of lights got larger and larger, approaching the portal. There wasn’t time to separate yourself before the dots - dragons, wraiths, who knows what all - crossed over into this realm.

You looked into Nick’s eyes and saw fierce determination. He would fight for you until the very end, no matter what it cost him. You thought of all the people in your life who had cared about you. It always seemed to turn out badly for them. He deserved so much better in his life.

“Nick, look at me.” He did, while trying to get a firmer grip on your arm, and you used all the strength you could muster to lean close enough to kiss him.

“I love you, too. And...” You paused, trying to twist the wand arm, held by Karros.

Nick thought you were still trying to free yourself until you spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” you finished. With that, you said a few spell words, and your wand - now pointed down to the floor - radiated a concussive pulse that knocked everyone backwards. Nick, Ward, and Kandomere hit concrete walls and you flew backwards into the portal, taking the Inferni with you.

As you flew backwards you pointed the wand once more, shouting in Ovusi and the portal slammed closed from the other side.

Nick tried to run after you, but be the time he crossed the room, he was touching cold concrete. The cracks in the wall were still there, but there were no glowing streaks. He punched the wall so hard that new cracks formed, but the portal was gone.

You were gone.

The three men were silent.

To save them, to save the planet and stop the Inferni, you had leapt into that dimension without pause.

Nick crumpled to the floor. Ward ran to him and placed his arm over his partner, wordlessly. There was nothing to say.

From the corner Kandomere spoke up: “I... I’m sorry. This... all of it, this was my fault.” His face was pale and Ward thought he might be in shock. Nick wasn’t really in the mood to accept his apologies. He ran to the other side of the room and grabbed the elf by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

“You’re sorry? Sorry?! What the fuck good does that do?!”

“Go ahead and hit me, Orc. I deserve it.” Nick’s anger melted into a look of deep sadness and he dropped the elf back on his feet.

“There’s no point.”

“Wait a minute-“ Ward started.

“I was an ass to you earlier. I’m sorry... It was just jealousy.” Kandomere admitted. “She truly... cared for you.” Nick was numb, but hearing Kandomere use the past tense made him sick to his stomach.

“She... cared...” he repeated, as if in a trance.

“I said WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.” Ward interrupted. “Listen...”

“Ward? What are you-“ Nick asked.

“Shut the fuck up and listen. Do you hear that?!”

At first, they didn’t. Then... very quietly... they could make out a sound. It was a double click. Every time it repeated, it seemed to grow louder.

Click click

Click click

CLICK CLICK

“It’s in the wall...” Kandomere said, running his fingers over the walls to pinpoint the location. The sounds seemed to be coming from all over: ceiling, floor, walls, door. Nick stared at the wall above him and rapped twice, quietly - knock knock - on the spot where one of the cracks on the ceiling showed the faintest glimmer of light. The clicks responded, insistently, now louder and confined to that exact spot.

Knock knock

KNOCK KNOCK

KNOCK KNOCK

knockKNOCKknock knock KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

The crack seemed to be trying to open itself. Something fell on the ground: it was the key brooch Nick had given you.

“It’s her!” Said Nick. “Ward- aim your wand above my head!”

Ward did so and the ceiling opened. You tumbled out and into Nick’s arms, limply, knocking him down in the process. All three stared at you, unsure for a moment if you were alive at all. Finally, you spoke.

“Knock... knock,” you managed, despite looking like you’d been hit by a bus.

“What? Who’s there?”

“Yeah...”

“Yeah... who?”

“Yahoo, we lived.” You struggled to sit up. “Now Ward help me seal up this piece of crap dimension forever.”

You reached out for Ward’s hand. When you took it, both wands glowed brighter, and the combined effort made the task of sealing the portal easy. Kandomere had told you once that wands working in tandem increased their power exponentially.

This time, when the portal was sealed, even the cracks had disappeared. The room looked brand new and freshly painted.

“Okay,” said Ward, “since when are you two a thing?” You and Nick looked at each other and laughed. You noticed tears on Nick’s face and reached up to kiss him. “Is there anything else I should maybe know about?”

“Yes,” Said Kandomere, rising to his feet and brushing off dust and debris. He held the carrot out to Ward. “Your Ovusi is terrible. You nearly called forth a plague of carrots to rain down on us.”

“Hey be nice,” You chided, “It was his first spell. Plus he kind of saved our lives.”

“And YOU’RE WELCOME, by the way.” Ward snipped.

“What do you say we get out of here?” You asked. Nick stood up, still carrying you. It was the best idea - well, maybe the second best idea - Nick had heard all day.

The four of you boarded the freight elevator and Ward shut the inside gate. You took a last look at the work room that used to be a portal and it looked and felt strangely blank. It was reassuring.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” said Ward. “Fuck magic.”

“I don’t know, I still think it’s kind of cool.” You said, still in Nick’s arms. Nick smiled broadly and exchanged a look with Ward, who just shook his head.

“Oh great - now there’s two of you.”

[manicpixienightmare666]

The following is a letter written by Kandomere to his love, who ended up in a coma after being kidnapped by Leilahs coven. Enjoy! Or don't. Idk. Note: Belle is her 8 year old daughter

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My darling,

It’s been almost a week since I last gazed upon your dazzling smile or heard your beautiful voice. Time marches on so slowly, yet every passing minute brings me closer to the edge. Closer to a point where I may never have you back. I sit by your bedside every day and hold your hand. I talk to you about anything and everything. I wonder if you can even hear me. I wonder if you’re even there anymore. Just writing those words shatters my heart into a million pieces. Belle misses you. I don’t know how, but she manages to stay stronger than myself. Everyday, I call her. And every day she tells me you will be ok. I can’t bear to tell her that I’m not sure. I haven’t let her see you yet. I hope that’s alright. I feel that you would never want her to see you as you are now. The baby is fine. The doctors say our little one must be a fighter to have survived everything that happened. Sometimes I just lay my head on your belly and whisper to him in Ovusi or Spanish. I’m going to teach him all about where he came from. Who he came from. Yes, it’s a boy. I know, it's too early to actually check but I’m certain of it. What should we name him? I know, you thought an elven name would be good, but I want him to have a human name. Maybe we can name him after your father.

Please wake up ,my love. I cant do this. I…I don’t know how I’ll go on without you by my side. All of this is my fault and I will never be able to forgive myself for what has happened to you. Please wake up. Please. Wake up.

Eternally Yours,

Kandomere

[whimsicalragnarok]

Leaving Brooklyn

Today, we get to delve a little more into how Camille got to where she is now.  I’m still blaming certain people for this, but I’m glad they’re pushing me out of my comfort zone.

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Phones.

Camille wasn’t sure if she was thankful for the invention, but they would not stop ringing.  At home, it had possibilities.  At work?  It meant something bad had happened.  They would be spending days, even weeks building a case.  But the load was ever present and incessant.  There were times that she wished for a day off, but the thought was always chased with guilt.  If there was ever an elf who was going to work herself down to the barebones, it was Detective Camille Miller of the Brooklyn precinct.  Ever since she got her shield, she had worked with the kind of tireless determination that made her popular with the locals and a target of her coworkers.  After all, who needed or wanted an elf to show up and tell them how to do their jobs?

Maybe the reputation wasn’t entirely undeserved, but it was far too late to mend any ideas people may have formed about her.  At the very least, she didn’t have the time as the bloody phone started ringing again.

“Miller.”  She’d answer, never knowing what she was about to hear.  It could be in English, Ovusi, Bodzvokhan, Spanish, Mandarin, hell it was even in Tagalog once.  There was only one certainty in this line of work: There was always some poor fool’s hell waiting on the other line.

And Camille was part of that thin blue line between that person and the demons chasing them.

But the biggest question was this:  Who was going to save her?

The elf in plain clothes with a gun at her hip had set herself apart by work ethic and ability and sometimes, that was what hurt the most.  She had been the one the feds worked with, if only for language skills at first, and later, for her dedication.

Police work wasn’t a passing fancy for her.  It was a passion, a calling, a debt she felt she  needed to repay.

Even if it meant working in a swarm of humans who seemed to dislike her on principle.

There was light at the end of the tunnel, preluded by multiple interviews and transfer requests.  Each delay felt like it added a lifetime, but she wasn’t really the type to be deterred.  The way she saw it, each day was a day closer to her goal: leaving the Brooklyn precinct and starting with the Manhattan branch of the Special Victim’s Unit.  She wasn’t foolish enough to think that her brand of enthusiasm would do her any favors there, but it would have new focus.  That’s what the elf woman wanted.  Working with them and the type of cases they specialized in, Camille felt like it was what she was supposed to do.  These victims, these people, they were her thirty years ago.

“One more interview…”  She promised herself, getting up from her desk and heading for the locker room to change.  The clothing didn’t need to be fancy, it just needed to look a lot less like she’d ran down a suspect on foot… Over lunch.  Again.  Hell, maybe she’d even mention that.  Couldn’t hurt.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the Brooklyn precinct, taking in the old bricks like it was the last time she’d ever walk in there.  If all went well, she’d be back to say a formal goodbye and clear out her desk, and that would be it.

This was the change she needed.  The new focus she craved, who gave a flying fuck if she would of part of the ‘panty police’.  She had been that scared kid talking to a detective, not knowing what would happen next: would she get into trouble for telling or would it all stop?

It may have been a way of giving back, some unspoken debt she felt she owed, but that didn’t dampen her fire as she hailed a taxi for the rest of the trip to Manhattan.

Pulling out her phone, she tapped out a quick text; “Wish me luck.”  Sent into the ether to someone three thousand miles and three time zones away.  Camille didn’t expect a response and contented herself to watching traffic pass at it’s hurried glacial pace.

Finally, she paid her driver and started up the steps only to hear her phone chime.  Just a simple little note, “Break a leg”.  Smiling, she shook herself like a bird ruffling it’s feathers and went inside.

[a-crow-ready-for-a-murder]

Forensics Part 10

Okay so quick things about this chapter. 1 I am having a hard time with ‘Ovusi’ so forming a name from it has been impossible, I instead did what I do for dnd and used a different form of elven language, after some research it is slightly derived from German so it’s not all BS…I hope. Also I tried working in some other characters and I really hope I did them at least a little bit of justice, if something sounds out of place, let me know and I’ll re-evaluate. Finally I’m not saying I know this guys taste in music I might be wrong but hey live and learn right? Enjoy P.S I am a tech nit wit so even spelling the name of the language properly...honestly I apologize 

Warnings: injury and language 

PART 10 Kandomere’s ears were ringing from the crash and he could barely tell where he was. In the distance he heard someone talking to him but her couldn’t make it out. As he rubbed his head he groaned. What hit them? As the world came into focus he could make out Sera’s voice asking him if he was all right. Looking into her worried face he nodded slowly “I’m fine” He looked back at the finish line and sighed. They had lost. They got out of the car by Sera’s side and looked over the damage. The car was totaled. Sera wrapped her arms around herself and chewed her lip. “Sera, I’m sorry” he said putting a hand on her shoulder “two apologies in one night” she said weakly “must be my lucky day” He didn’t say anything. what could he say? “Come on” she said walking toward the finish line “What?” “I need to talk to Alex” “Sera we lost” Sera turned around and snarled “He cheated! That was my car and our bargaining chip he just totaled, and I for one am not going to stand here and take this!” Then she stormed off to find Alexander. Knowing this wouldn’t end well Kandomere followed her quickly “Alex!” snapped Sera walking over to him Alexander, who was congratulating his son looked over. “Sera” “Your son cheated!” “How so?” “He just drove my car into a street lamp, threatening myself and my partner!” “Is this true Reggie?” Reggie shifted his weight haughtily “There’s no rule against it” he said Alexander nodded “He’s right” he said but his eyes were blazing “What? Are you seriously going to roll with that bullshit!?” Alexander turned back to her just as Kandomere caught up to them “Seraphina, while I do not condone what he did, he’s right, there’s no rules against crashing your opponent, meaning he won” Sera scoffed “Okay fine, good luck racing your masterpiece, the damn thing won’t move now!” “We can fix it” said Reggie “Cute, you have the parts to a vintage Aston Martin DB5? I’d like to see this” Reggie looked at his father “Dad?” “She’s right Reggie, those pieces are hard to come by, you’ve totaled your prize” Reggie looked like someone had just kicked his puppy, it was almost worth losing the car to see him so miserable, but was it worth losing the information they needed. That’s when an idea hit Sera, she sighed solemnly,knowing what she had to do “You don’t, but I do” Alexander looked at her curiously, as did Kandomere “Tell you what” she said clasping her hands “I’ll fix the car and bring it to you, in exchange for the information you were going to give us” “It doesn’t work like that!” “Shush Reggie” Alexander crossed his arms and rubbed his chin “How do I know you’ll return the car?” “By my word, Alex, I have never gone back on a deal, you know that” Alexander looked at her for a moment then nodded “Very well, by your word, I’ll give you the information in exchange for a fixed car” “Deal” “The man you’re looking for is called Caelae” “Caelae? That’s not Ovusi” said Kandomere “No, it’s an elven language from Europe, mostly around places with Germanic languages, our elf is most liekly a foreigner” explained Sera “Indeed he is, he’s been coming here for a little while but never raced, rather he came here to meet someone” “Who?” Kandomere pulled out his note book and wrote down everything Alexander was saying “That I don’t know, no one has seen his face or spoken to him, he keeps his hood up and hides among the buildings shadows, the other day, Caelae came here in hysterics, holding a wand, he pleaded with this man that he couldn’t control it but the man, for whatever reason wasn’t hearing it, he grabbed Caelae and stalked off, to where I’m not sure but I will say this, whomever he has gotten involved with, moves like a shadow, no unlike yourself Sera, I strongly believe Caelae may be in more danger than we know” “So might everyone” muttered Sera as she furrowed her brows “Thank you Alex, I’ll have the car picked up tomorrow and you’ll have it back by the weeks end” Sera turned and began to walk quickly, Kandomere looked at Alex then her, then closed his note book and followed her “Be careful Sera, the world has grown darker since you’ve been here last” called Alexander. Sera walked fast but Kandomere managed to catch up to her “What’s wrong” he demanded “Nothing” “Sera” “What?” “You can’t be hiding crucial information we discussed this” He stepped in front of her, making her stop briefly “You said back there that we were partners, now act like my partner and tell me what’s going on” “You heard Alex, this guy moves like me” “So?” “So, is it walks like a duck and lurks like a duck…” Kandomere’s eyes widened as the realization set in “We’re dealing with another vampire” “Worse, a vampire with access to a wand” “We’ve got to tell the chief” Kandomere grabbed her hand without thinking and began to power walk, dragging Sera behind him “What are you doing? the Station is too far away to walk” “Well I’d drive but we only took one car” “He would have gambled for yours too, I didn’t want to risk it in case well, we ended up in a race” He didn’t let go of her hand but “Kandomere, stop, why don’t we just call the chief?” “My phone was damaged in the crash” “Okay, then maybe we can wave down a cab” “Not likely” Sera stopped, pulling her hand out of his grip “Then we’ll have to find another way, cause I am not carrying you there and walking will take forever” Kandomere thought for a second then he realized something “Cops patrol this area often, we can flag one down” Sera watched him look around, excitement edging into his features, it was almost adorable. Noticing a car driving down the road Sera decided to see if hitch hiking would do any good since they were after agents of the law. Stepping into the road she crossed her arms and waited for the car to stop. To her surprise not only did the car stop but it was in fact a police vehicle “What are the odds” she muttered Kandomere walked over to the cop car and tapped on the window. Sera squinted past the bright lights to see who was inside the car and gasped. She’d heard of these 2. As the window rolled down Kandomere leaned forward to talk to the driver “good evening officer, I’m…” he started but stopped short upon seeing who was in the car, “Officer Ward and Officer Jakoby” “Agent Kandomere, weird seeing you here” said officer Jakoby “And why do you look like you were on the losing end of a fight?” asked ward Kandomere furrowed his brows in confusion when he felt it for the first time, a dampness in his hair. Reaching up he realized his head was bleeding. Looking briefly at Sera who appeared to be seeing the wound for the first time tonight nodded to indicate that she was fine “Indeed it is, uhm…” “What brings you here? I though the magical task force didn’t waster their time around this area” said Ward “We were following a lead” “No kidding, but where’s your partner?” asked Jakoby “Pardon?” “You know the big, burly dude with red hair” said Ward Before Kandomere could answer Sera walked over tot he window “He’s been temporarily replaced with a prettier model” she said Ward and Jakoby looked at Kandomere, a question burning in their eyes “It’s not what you think, she’s helping with the case” The look they both gave told him that they were not convinced “Look, I don’t have time to get into it, can we please get a lift to the station?” “Don’t you have your own car?” asked Ward “Ward, be nice, he’s way higher up the rank than us” hissed Jakoby “I don’t care” The 2 were about to start arguing. Kandomere rolled his eyes, Sera smiled “Guys, we kind of got into a crash, and we could really use your help” she said sweetly “Oh no, are you all right?” asked Jakoby “Shouldn’t you be going to a hospital?” asked Ward skeptically “We’re fine, a couple of scrapes and bruises, but we really need to get back to the station” said Sera “Ward, we should help them” said Jakoby Ward looked at them, still skeptical, but then he nodded “Fine, get in the back” “Thank you” said Sera as Kandomere opened the door the back Slipping into the back of the car Kandomere looked around unhappily. Never in his life was he ever in the back of a cop car, he was just grateful he wasn’t being arrested, this was humiliating enough. In an attempt to distract himself he looked at Sera to strike up a conversation when he noticed her arm.  He remembered it being broken in a few places while protecting him from the crash. “How’s your arm?” he asked Sera was looking out the window but now she was looking at her arm “My healing is supernatural” she pointed out “Not what I asked” Sera smiled “It’s fine, how’s your head?” Remembering his bleeding head, Kandomere pulled the handkerchief he kept in his front pocket out and began cleaning the blood on his head “I’m not sure, but I know it would have been worse if not for you, it appears I owe you my life yet again” “That’s becoming a theme with you” she chuckled taking the kerchief from his hand “here” She started dabbing his head gently. After a while she stopped “How bad?” he asked “It doesn’t look like you need stitches, but you should at least get checked for a concussion, it was a pretty brutal crash” “Perhaps” Looking at her now, seeing the soft expression on her face, she almost looked lovely. Sera was not an ugly woman save for the metal in her face, if he was being honest though, even that suited her to a degree. Maybe he did have a concussion He was studying her with a different look than what she was used to, as though he was seeing her in a different light. In truth she was unsure how to feel about it, on one hand he was a jerk but on the other hand, he had shown that he had more than one side to him. The pang in her stomach reminded her why it wouldn’t matter if he saw her differently. Once the fangs came out he’d look at her the way everyone did, the way he had when he found out. Scared. Looking away she cleared her throat “You know we have an audience, right?” Kandomere looked to the front. Jakoby looked away and tried whistling but Ward rolled his eyes and muttered “Not what it looks like, my ass” Normally Kandomere would have told him to shut up and keep driving but since they were nice enough to give them a lift and his big mouth had already gotten them into enough trouble, he decided to simply look down and keep quiet which made Sera chuckle softly Even as she laughed Sera felt a strange sensation in her chest. Hunger? No this was something else, something she hadn’t known in a long time. As she looked down at his handkerchief she frowned. She didn’t want to eat anymore. Shaking her head, she decided to get to know the cops they were riding with. “So, what brought you guys to this area?” “Routine patrol” said Ward “Find anything interesting?” “Yeah, an elf and a human wandering the street looking for a lift” Sera exhaled sharply with a smirk “I guess that counts, thanks by the way” “We’re happy to help” said Jakoby “yeah thrilled” muttered Ward “I take it he’s the cheery one of the two” Jakoby laughed “Hey remember who’s car you’re in” said Ward “No criticism, in fact I have a ray of sunshine myself” Kandomere looked at her then rolled his eyes as even Ward began to smirk. He had met Kandomere before and could honestly say the elf was probably more of a hard ass than he was “That’s funny red” “Thank you, you can call me Sera” “Sera, awfully normal name for someone who works with the MTF, what’s the other guys name again?” “Montehugh” said Jakoby “Montehugh, right” “Well if it helps, I differ from the suits, I actually like music that has guitar” “You and Nick have a lot to talk about then” “Do you know Cannibal Corpse?” “Yeah I do, hammer smashed face?” “Love that song” “Okay, how about Avenged Sevenfold?” “Also good, what about old ones?” “I’ve met Metallica in person” “You met Metallica?” “The band has a great sense of humor, if you get the chance, they are so nice” “I don’t listen to them much but what I do is pretty awesome” As the 2 talked Kandomere thought over how he was going to tell the chief what they’d learned. Reaching into his pocket where his notebook was he formed his speech carefully. He knew he would have to tell him about the other vampire, that was mandatory but he wasn’t sure how to explain how they got the information. Leaning back in his seat he sighed, this was going to be a tough one.

[soccernetghana]

OFFICIAL: Kwabena Owusu joins Qarabağ FK on a three and a half year deal

Azerbaijani giants Qarabağ FK have announced the signing of Ghana forward Kwabena Owusu from Spanish outfit Leganes.  The striker joins the club after penning a three and a half year deal following fruitful negotiations between the two parties. "Karabakh made its first transfer in the winter transfer window. Our team has joined the squad of Leganes forward Ovusi Kwabena, who plays for the La Liga," the club posted on their official Instagram handle.  "The 22-year-old striker signed a 3.5-year contract. The winged player, who spent the first half of the season at the Spanish club Cordoba, scored six goals in 17 games. Our new transfer also played four games in the main league of his country," the club added.  Owusu spent the first half of the season at Segunda Division side Cordoba, where he played 17 games netting six goals. "I am happy to come to "Karabakh". I wanted to play in a club that represented both the Champions League and the Europa League,' Owusu told the club's website.  "I hope everything will be good for me. I understand that I have come to Azerbaijan for six consecutive championships and my fans are expecting more goals from me. I will do my best," he added.   "When I received an offer from "Karabakh" I never knew it. I knew that he played in the Champions League two years ago. And it was my dream to play in such a club, and I was very happy when the offer came.  "I'm a young footballer and this offer is a great opportunity for me. I don't say anything about my personal goal, I think the best is to show it on the pitch. I know the fans are thinking now how I am a footballer. I hope I love them with my game. " By Lukman Abdul Mumin  source: https://ghanasoccernet.com/

[cinnamonrolljakoby]

I need more of Nick speaking other languages in the sequel. Preferrably Orcish/Bodzvokhan, but even more Elvish/Övüsi would be good too.

[dedalvs]

Hi there! I was hoping you wouldnt mind translating "Ma" and "Pa" to Bodzvokhan? :)

In Övüsi, mother is naame, and father is abo. In Bodzvokhan, mother is dats, and father is bokh.

Thanks for the ask!

[dedalvs]

there is feminine version for Aeksios in High Valyrian? or can be used for either both sexes? also I want to know the formal and informal ways that you can address someone in övusi and Bodzvokhan.

The word āeksios does not distinguish between men or women (many words of High Valyrian are like that). As for Övüsi and Bodzvokhan, neither language has a system of formal address like Spanish or French. In fact in Övüsi you don’t even distinguish between singular and plural for second or third person. That’s a fun one to use. :)

[dedalvs]

Hi, David! How would you write Jasper in Övüsi, Kinuk'aaz and Bodzvokhan.

Here they are. first, Övüsi:

Next, Kinuk’aaz:

Now the Vukht:

Thanks for the ask!

[dedalvs]

I was wondering if there are any additional resources for Övüsi and Bodzvokhan. I've seen the two main posts you did here after I learned you had made entire languages for Bright. I'm interested in the worlds people build for fantasy and languages are something I seldom see.

There’s definitely more stuff, but it’s housed on my computer at the moment. There’s a new movie coming, so I need to hold off on releasing anything.

[dedalvs]

Bright Premieres Today!

A movie I spent a good piece of time working on a year ago is out on Netflix today. It’s called Bright, and it stars Will Smith and Joel Edgerton. It’s an urban fantasy set in modern LA in a world that has a lot of fantasy beings, and has had them for quite some time (e.g. orcs, elves, centaurs, fairies, etc.). I was hired to create two languages for the film—a language for the Elves, called Övüsi, and a language for the Orcs called Bodzvokhan—along with their writing systems. The movie’s pretty wild, and I recommend it.

Bright filmed primarily ta LA Center Studios, which is about 30-40 minutes (depending on traffic) from my house. As a result, I worked with the actors in person both leading up to shooting, and then all during principal photography, from October of 2016 to February of 2017. It was a tremendous experience, and I’m really happy with the results, for the most part. I did want to mention a couple of specific things, though.

On the very first day of shooting, we filmed a scene with Chris Browning, who plays a human. I didn’t expect to ever work with him, because generally humans don’t speak the languages I created in the movie, but the director, David Ayer, thought it would be cool to translate a huge chunk of his dialogue into Orcish about a week before shooting. Mind, the other actors had been working on this stuff for like a month, plus had the foreknowledge that they were going to be performing in a created language well before that. Chris got all that a week before—and it was a HUGE chunk of dialogue. Plus, Orcish is much tougher to pronounce than Elvish, imo. He worked his butt off, though, and on the day of, while he didn’t nail every take, most of them were excellent. It was a tremendous piece of work, and he earned my respect. Guy is awesome.

I also wanted to give a shout out to Brad William Henke. He plays Dorghu, and has the most Orcish dialogue. He had a lot to learn, and no real familiarity with learning/using languages other than English, but he worked his tail off, and he killed it. He even started asking me to translate some of his English lines so he could throw in Orcish words/phrases as a change up. Dude’s awesome—and big as a house.

Also I just want to recognize Lucy Fry. I’ve never worked with an actor who learned their conlang lines so exactly, and so effortlessly. Like, I don’t even get it. She basically heard the line once and then evidently had it forever, and also never messed up when performing. I was there for onset dialect coaching, but when it was just her performing, I basically showed up and chilled (and ate too much junk food). She was automatic.

I had a great time working with all the actors, but don’t have pictures with all of them (and embarrassingly kept confusing Joel Edgerton and his stand in, since they were both wearing masks), I’m now realizing, lol, including Noomi Rapace, whom I spent the most time with because David Ayer kept writing new lines for her that I had to translate and she had to learn overnight. She had the hardest job—and the best costumes.

Finally, the art department are my heroes. They really got it when it came to how to use these scripts, and they did some awesome stuff that you have to freeze frame to see:

This movie was a labor of love, and a lot of the work we did didn’t make it into the final film—including the subtitles being changed on some of my lines in post. Compared to other edits that happened, though (including entire characters/actors being cut in post), the conlang dialogue came out pretty good.

Also, even though I didn’t really have cause to work with him directly, Will Smith is awesome. He was always smiling and always happy to chat with whoever was about. He really livened up some long, long shoots.

This movie’s a weird one, and I hope you like it! Whether you do or don’t, though, this is one I’m happy to have worked on, and I know it’s a movie that David Ayer is proud of. This entire script, and everything that happened that wasn’t scripted (which was most stuff), was all him—no crazy oversight/outside input like on Suicide Squad, and no input at all from the original writer, who I never saw or heard from. This is his thing, and I think he did a great job with it.

Thanks for reading! I’m going to have to follow up posts today on the two languages themselves. <3

[dedalvs]

Övüsi: The Elvish Language from Bright

The Elves in Bright run the world. They’re literally in charge of everything, and they look down on everyone else. They’ve always been around (which is another way of saying I’ve now forgotten where geographically they were supposed to have originated), and though their language has changed, the Elves have prevented borrowings from other languages from “tainting” the “purity” of theirs.

The language itself has changed over the centuries, but older words have been preserved in their original forms for use in magic. Both modern Elvish and a couple of words of older Elvish appear in the film. The name of the language is Övüsi Kieru, which literally means “Elvish Tongue”, and despite having 9 vowel qualities, it does not have vowel harmony. The language is SOV and strongly head-final with thirteen cases and a verb system which is weird (I honestly still don’t get it).

Remember previously when I said I designed the Castithan language from Defiance to be spoken quickly—and how I failed? This time I tried to do it right—and I think I succeeded. You can really pick up some speed speaking this language, and the tongue twisters are minimal.

The orthography is a bit of a story. I created it to be excessively indulgent, and I think I succeed in that. When I showed the art department, though, they said it wasn’t excessively indulgent enough. They wanted more stuff about. So I had to take what, to my mind, was already a ridiculously gaudy writing system and make it gaudier. The result is, in my opinion, just silly in places. I suppose it’s in keeping with the Elves’ style of dress, but some of its excesses really tax credulity. You’ll see.

Below is the phonology and orthography of Övüsi:

Couple things here. First, you’ll notice long vowels for everything but mid vowels. This is my “Don’t make actors pronounce ee as anything other than [i]” sound change. Old long mid vowels broke, becoming a high vowel followed by a mid vowel, as in Finnish (so ie, üö, ïë, and uo).

You’ll also notice some unrounded back vowels. I was nervous about trying to do unrounded back vowels, but I figured since I was going to have constant access to the actors, I’d give it a shot. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. Those unrounded vowels are super easy for English speakers to pronounce. Basically I just said, “These are pronounced like this”, and then they said, “Oh”, and did them right every time. The front rounded vowels still caused problems, but the back unrounded vowels did not. I used diereses to indicate the unrounded back vowels for parallelism. It seems to have worked.

As a final note, the long opposite-rounding vowels have no separate form. This is because though the long vowels are phonemic (in that there are places where you must pronounce, e.g., üü as opposed to ü), there’s actually no way to write them in the orthography. Everything else that has a distinguishable form (as you’ll see) is either a form that was a licit long vowel at one time, or was (or currently is) a licit diphthong. That left nothing for the long opposite rounding vowels.

Here are the aforementioned diphthongs:

If you look at the forms for ie and uo, they should look rather familiar. That’s because these used to be the forms for *ee and *oo, and they’re simply read differently now. You’ll also notice that the forms for üö and ïë are identical to the forms for ö and ë, respectively. That’s because there’s no way to indicate the long form for these vowels, and those are the readings of the long forms of those vowels.

As you look at these, by the way, most of the extra lines and weird swooshes you see were added by request.

The consonantal base forms are as follows:

You can ignore the blue box; that was my bad there (screen cap). So like...stuff happened here. Basically, the short forms of stops became fricatives, but then there already was a *th, so all those words just got respelled. So the form with the three asterisks is usually pronounced [s] before [i], and elsewhere it’s [θ], but it’s not used word-initially, unless it’s before [i]. The form with four asterisks is an old consonant that’s no longer pronounced (it’s just regular [h] now), and so there are two [h]’s in this thing.

I added those ridiculous half moons because most stuff was wanted. Also, I thought r was fine on its own, but they wanted the bottom part to extend, so I extended it, along with l. Same extension happened with the word-initial flourish on f and v and like forms. I’m just looking at this now, and I’m like...seems unnecessary...

Anyway, the system is an abugida, which means there’s an inherent vowel, and modifications are added for other vowels. The inherent vowel in this system is short e. This is a fully executed consonant that’s hopefully large enough that you can see it:

You can also see the “capital” versions that occur for some consonant/vowel combinations above. Basically, when one of these occurs as the first character of a word, there’s an extra flourish. Where there are two glyphs above, the first has the flourish, and so is an initial form, and the other would appear elsewhere in the word. I had a lot of fun coming up with these, but now looking at the extra half moons, the extra loops, the extra double lines on bö... It’s just all too extra for me. But I know what it originally looked like, so I always have something to compare it to in my mind.

Now for the sake of completeness, though it’s going to make this really long, here is the fully executed version of every glyph split into two tables. Here’s table one:

And here’s table two:

Huh. Weird error in the rei cell... Included one two many r’s it appears... The character’s still there, though. (By the way, the keystrokes are written on the left there. This is for the font. What’s “z” there is the weird old *t sound that’s become [θ] and [s].)

There’s also a geminate marker that, when you see it, you’ll be able to recognize as a reference to Castithan. I’ll show it to you in an example later.

Nouns in Övüsi have a bunch of different declensions. It’s all based on whether the original form ended in a vowel of some kind or a consonant. At this stage of the language, no word can end in a consonant, and the only codas are reserved for the first member of a geminate, so lots of different things happened to these consonant-final forms. There’s no room to show every declension, but I can at least give you one, and give you a sense of the cases themselves. Here they are (singular/plural):

NOMINATIVE:  thuoke/thuoki “bird(s)”

ACCUSATIVE: thuokie/thuokii “bird(s) (direct object)”

GENITIVE: thuoka/thuokai “bird’s/birds’”

INSTRUMENTAL: thuoku/thuokï “with the bird(s)”

LOCATIVE: thuokö/thuokü “near the bird(s)”

ABLATIVE: thuokau/thuokavi “away from the bird(s)”

ALLATIVE: thuokaalou/thuokaalli “towards the bird(s)”

INESSIVE: thuokannö/thuokannü “inside the bird(s)”

ILLATIVE: thuokou/thuokoli “into the bird(s)”

ELATIVE: thuokannau/thuokannavi “out of the bird(s)”

PERLATIVE: thuokausu/thuokausï “by way of the bird(s)”

AVERSIVE: thuokasshu/thuokasshï “avoiding the bird(s)”

VOCATIVE: thuokuo/thuokorii “O, bird(s)!”

If you look at these cases, you can probably recognize some of my favorite sound changes, and guess how some of them evolved (and in what order). The nice thing about having a nice big case system like that is it’s just there for you, like your best friend. You don’t really need to fuss about how to say stuff. Your best friend just says, “Shh, shh... Let me show you my cases.” And you take one and you’re good. Like hot cocoa in winter.

Now the verbs...

On a macro level, verbs agree with their subjects in person and number in the first person and sometimes the imperative, and just in person otherwise. Each verb has three stems: the imperfect, the perfect, and the future. Then, depending on whether the verb is dynamic or stative, there are three modes: the indicative, the passive, and the potential (statives lack the passive mode). A copula is used for emphasis, negation, and equation.

It’s best to see an example, and with verbs, the easiest to tease apart are the vowel-final ones. Here’s a table to consider:

This is the verb mikaa, which means “to say” (most of the time the infinitive ends in -ie; it’s just non-e V-final stems that are different). As you can see, the stem part here is probably -i for imperfect; -has for perfect; and, of all things, bare for future. Then there are some more or less predictable suffixes added in the three modes. To those can be added agreement affixes, but they can also be left off. Depending on whether or not they’re added the end of the form changes. The first items in each pair are how the form ends if nothing is added. I’ll show you each in a sec here. First, here’s the agreement paradigm:

Now that you’ve got that, here are two examples (and I’ll show you the orthographic forms, too):

That’s Kenie mikaithorï super large, apparently. Kenie is the third person pronoun in the accusative. Mikaithorï has a third person subject, and is in the potential indicative. Now if you use the emphatic copula instead...

That’s Kenie mikaithou shï! which is “I must say it!” Now, of course there’s nothing in here anywhere that corresponds to “must”: It’s simply the interpretation. These examples show how you use the form with the agreement suffix and without.

(Also, see the geminate thingy in there? The spelling in this one is weird.)

That’s a basic intro to this thing. It was actually a pain in the butt to use, but fun to speak. All in all pretty good. Though weird.

This is a piece the art department put together for Édgar Ramírez’s Kandomere to wear. I thought it looked pretty boss:

Looks pretty cool, until you realize it says the following...

And he’s one of the good Elves! lol This was one of my favorite pieces. That art department was amazing.

So that was what I was up to this time last year. Again, if you get a chance to see the movie, I hope you enjoy it! Süvorii!

[dedalvs]

Heya! How do you say 'I love you' in Övüsi and Bodzvokhan?

Here it is in Övüsi:

Arie minivï.

And here it is in Bodzvokhan:

Ǝngilǝ.

For the latter, could also do just ǝngil. Ǝngilǝ seems more emphatic and/or more formal.

For writing Bodzvokhan (lol that image is so comically large… They’re both the same font size! Come on, Tumblr!), initial ǝ is almost never written, and final ǝ is rarely written. When it is, it’s written with the same character as a, so in something like this (a very common expression), the three characters are all that are used. Looks kind of funny with the period, but you, it actually says “I love you” in full, but also has the visual effect of “i❤️u”.

Thanks for the ask!

[dedalvs]

You're amazing dude! Keep up the awe-inspiring work!

Arie vaulishimï!

“Thank you” in Övüsi. :)