#morkan

[trixierosewrites]

one more sts one more hi i'd love to hear more about your conlangs :]

have a good day!

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Happy STS, and HIIII!! I love talking about my conlangs so Morkan here we come >:3

The kingdom of Morkus rests on top of the mountain that Akraus resides at the base of, and was once the sister kingdom to Pinia before they, uh, rolled boulders onto it and destroyed it. For some definitely completely unrelated reason, Akraus and Morkus have been at war for... a while. They fight over a lot, including what they call the colonies, or the unhabitable spaces taken over by latent magic.

Morkus speaks Morkan (huge surprise there) and some of their texts are in what is inventively named Old Morkan. This is also where they get the names of their months, and so forth.

The language of Morkan itself went in the opposite direction to Akrausian's simplicity and practicality. It's the most complicated conlang I have and there are no simplifications. In its earliest form, it had 3500 conjugations. It now has more. There is a reason this conlang is forever a WIP, because I do not have! the time!

Morkus has possibly the most obnoxious system of pronouns in the world, and it's that pronouns serve to show:

gender

age

relationship to the person in question

relationship to Morkus

sometimes there are other additions like (affectionate) or (derogatory) or religious stuff

So. There's a pronoun for so many things. But the problem is the variation is very small because they like things to be neat, so you better learn minute spoken differences like di, dit, dee, diz, ditz, and dil, or you might accidentally say "let's fuck" when you meant us (coworkers). Imagine trying to teach this to someone, like, what.

"Okay, so, the word you're looking for here is di - no, not dit, that means "us", yeah, but that's for unhappily married couples in their fifties without a child, di means unmarried couple thinking about marriage in the future in their twenties without a child and one half of the couple is foreign, no, you just said dee, we're not thinking about kids and you're not from Akraus--"

(For the record, dil is the same as di but extra affectionate; it's like saying "me and my beloved" instead of just us. For "you (my beloved)" it would be lil.)

Imagine trying to introduce your "friend" to the family and you accidentally say "unmarried couple thinking about getting engaged because one of us is pregnant" when you use the wrong you. Awful. Terrible language.

I'm going to share my favourite set of pronouns, which are, in their you and us forms, liz, diz, litz, and ditz. Liz and diz mean, essentially, "Hey, there, older man, wanna fuck?" (Technically it's "you (older man (thirties)), I'm interested in you)", and the same for the us format, but this is a way funnier way of saying it.) Litz and ditz are the same but less polite, so more like saying "you look like a slut and I'm interested". For someone younger than you in their thirties, it'd be lizi, dizi, litzi, and ditzi! For twenties it'd be lize, dize, litze, and ditze; for twenties and younger than the person, it'd be lizie, dizie, litzie, and ditzie. These are all masculine singular, also, because I have not finished this conlang. For the same reason I don't have them for above the thirties yet. It is a task for many years.

One letter variations, my beloved <3

Location based is usually "Morkan, foreigner, Akrausian" because in their eyes it's Morkan (beloved), foreigner (neutral), and Akrausian (DIE BY MY BLADE), which I think is very funny. But then there's also variations based on "Morkan from birth, still Morkan" or "moved to Morkus before they were ten" or so forth. Sometimes I try and add more to the conlang and I go "okay, this will never be finished" and I just have to live with that.

There's also separate pronouns (and thus conjugations, yes, I am in conjugation hell) for people who're dead, and then there's, like, variation on how long they've been dead (recently dead, semi-recently dead (last few years), died a while ago, old dead (100+ years), ancient dead (1000+ years)), and then what the relationship the speaker is to the dead, and then what relationship the person the speaker is speaking to had with the dead, and so forth.

Additionally, because Morkan is the language of poets (self-described, I may add, the Morkan people said that about their own language), they have a secondary set of tenses for writing than they do for speaking. They have even more pronouns, because they have pronouns for "this is how you, the reader, should feel about this person" and so forth, and then vaguer ones for when they don't want to convey that, and there's all sorts of poetic nuance I have mostly separated out. Mostly.

Word order is used for inflection, so you can say "the green frog" and you're stressing frog, or "the frog green" and you're stressing that the frog is green. However, you can also then say "it" and put all the nuance on that (living being, unusual, dangerous) and you mean THE BASTARD ATTACKED ME BUT THERE'S SOMETHING COOL ABOUT IT???

There's a poetic tendency to us "it" throughout a poem in its variations and only reveal what the thing in question is at the end, or switch to a pronoun like he or she and reveal you were talking about a person the whole time, or reveal you're talking about a person and not change the pronoun (big win for it/its users), or just never real the thing you're talking about because between the poem and the specifics of the pronouns have you not deduced it by now?

Pretentious ass language. Thanks for letting me talk about it!

[morkanslily]

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[iceunhie]

dawg let yo wrio fics out (not foring ily)😓😓😓 please the kids miss him bro

they're sraying in the trenches hun, but I could give crumbs!!

could.

but I won't.

😈

[neon-chemicals]

Ibby bibby Morkan :>

Twiiiiiins

[marcellomercado]

The dead by James Joyce (fragment)

How poor a part I've played in your life, it's almost as though I'm not your husband, and we've never lived together as man and wife.

What were you like, then? To me, your face is still beautiful, but it's no longer the one for which Michael Furey braved death. Why am I feeling this riot of emotion? What started it up? A ride in the cab? When not responding when I kissed her hand? My aunt's party? My own foolish speech? Wine, dancing, music? Poor Aunt Julia… That haggard look on her face when she was singing Arrayed for the Bridal. Soon, she'll be a shade too, with the shade of Patrick Morkan and his horse. Soon, perhaps, I'll be sitting in that same drawing-room, dressed in black, The blinds would be drawn down, and I'd be casting about in my mind for words of consolation. And would find only lame and useless ones. Yes, yes. That will happen very soon.

Yes, the newspapers are right: Snow is general all over Ireland. Falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, softly upon the Bog of Allen, and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves.

One by one we are all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

How long you locked away in your heart, the image of your lover's eyes when he told you that he did not wish to live? I've never felt like that myself towards any woman, but I know that such a feeling must be love.

Think of all those who ever were, back to the start of time. And me, transient as they, flickering out as well into their grey world.

Like everything around me, this solid world itself, which they reared and lived in, is dwindling and dissolving.

Snow is falling. Falling in that lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lays buried. Falling faintly through the universe, and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

(adapted fragment of the short story "The dead" by James Joyce)

[starwarsrecrimination]

Excerpt from Morkan's Understudy

[wordwabbit]

The Dead

Just before Sunday service (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By James Joyce, 35 pages This story took a good 20 pages to gain my interest, but the end was worth it. The story takes place on the night of the Misses Morkan’s annual dance, which is in the wintertime, I think between Christmas and New Year. The Misses Morkans are three elderly ladies who live in Dublin and have lots of friends and…

[leanstooneside]

Beauty is but skin deep

◊ For the children

◊ I'm the man

◊ nephew the son

◊ her the brains

◊ books the books

◊ hearers the text

◊ affair the Misses

◊ Grimes the owner

◊ renounce the devil

◊ They're the boyos

◊ bade the Misses

◊ undertone the story

◊ Morkan the reason

◊ moment the Pope

◊ her the appearance

◊ D'Arcy the tenor

◊ Fanning the registration

◊ LILY the caretaker's

◊ family the members

[the-gnomish-bastard]

Going to Morkans Alchemy Shop to pick up some goblin teeth, you any anything while I’m there Mr. @evilwizard?

[radioactivesoda-gw2]

Khallalh’s family tree! : D Feat. some close-ups since tumblr can suck with such large images. x’D All offspring is ordered by left-to-right eldest to youngest :> (i.e. Khavva is eldest, Harvey youngest---Tutt'uk is eldest, Tunn'ko youngest---Teli is older than Torkan--Khallalh is older than Kalla!)

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[trixierosewrites]

happy sts!

i see in your intro post that you have created seven conlangs, would you like to yap about them?

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YES YES YES YES YES YES. YOU WILL REGRET THIS.

The first I'll talk about is Akrausian, and I'll probably only mention two in this post so I can go into great detail >:3 Akrausian is the language of a very military society, Akraus, which is at the base of the mountain that Morkus is on top of, and the two are essentially opposites.

Akrausian is about simplicity and practicality, so it helpfully has no tenses and no genders. On the plus side, this it's way easier to learn, so once you've got afsie/tosie/tohrsie (they/them/theirs), eisie/mouchsie/wirsie (you, me, we), and tiesie (it), you're good to go, pronoun wise! Tense wise, it's all in the present tense, so a sentence for the past would probably be (directly) translated something like "Yesterday, we are having tea" or so forth.

Types of words often have patterns to be easily recognisable; pronouns have the -sie suffix, connectives have the -ai suffix (uai (and), wiai (as), for example); verbs have the -en suffix (machen, tomitten, stamachen | stab, cut, stop) and so forth.

Of course, it's not all easy. Akrausian has three layers; the format in which I've been sharing words so far, or the council format, where words are said in full; the standard/military format, and the Oh Fuck You're In Trouble Now format (I need a real name for this that's not that. I was thinking the command format, but that then implies other formats can't be a command...).

Take stamachen, for example: in council format, the word for stop takes its full form; in standard/military format, it becomes stamach; in [command] format, it becomes sta.

The idea of this is then that the level of urgency is imbued into the word. The time needed to say it is decreased based on the urgency the situation requires; if someone shouted sta!, a lot of people would freeze immediately.

For hautikos, which is a less easily chopped up word: in council format, it has its full form; in standard/military format, it becomes hautkos; in [command] format, it becomes hotkis (the vowels being shortened rather than syllables being removed).

If you wanted to go them!, the word tosie: its full form in council format; in standard/military format, it becomes toos, in [command] format it can be toss or tis depending on accent. (The original word is pronounced with an o sound like saying "oh".)

I actually designed Akrausian for in-story use, which means that the order in which words were created is really fucking funny, because you get words like niuros (whore), haustikos (pet), skoten (kill), akstummen (maim), machen (stab), and tomitten (cut). Incredible set of first words.

...Maybe I don't have room to talk about Morkan. Someone send me an ask talking about Morkan. I yearn to talk about Morkan.

[ikrutt]

Being forced to protect a complete stranger in an inhospitable desert, is severe punishment for a social butterfly like Morkant. Adreas is very difficult to work with on account of his personality. He also manages to almost die on a weekly basis. So, during the first season of field work, they both have enough with getting through each day with their hides intact.

Nobody expects Morkant to then volunteer as a guide for a second season. Not because of Adreas’ company, mind, but because of his growing (and very secret) interest in research. The second season being more organized yields more interesting results, which only encourages Morkant. The work being more predictable also frees up some time for various other activities.

(Moskuans are highly social and have a mating system which includes sexual camaraderie among young males. They are pretty xenophobic, however,  and think interspecies relations in general are difficult. But, eh, any port in a storm.)

Adreas does not know what to think when Morkan first starts making advances, due to Morkant’s strict no-touching-no-riding-no-treating-me-like-a-pack-animal policy during the first year. But he rolls with it. For some reason, this is also when he stops smoking.

[intoxicatingimmediacy]

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[neon-chemicals]

Three Court Jesters

[Left to Right]

The Obscured - Morkan Melpom [He/They]

The Diabolis - Belial Hofman [He/Him]

The Euphoric - Morkis Melpom [It/It’s]

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Three adult trolls who reside off planet who are very important to my ~purpleblood lore~

I will probably post about it eventually when I have time to compile it all

[kuzey--barlas]

Sen benim ay ışığım, sen parlayan güneşim

Bana gülen yüzünle, mutluluk veren kadın

Sen benim diğer yarım, dünyadaki tek eşim

Sen kalbimin sahibi, aşk olsun senin adın

Kokusuna kanarken, leylakların, zambağın

Seyranına doymalı gözlerimiz şafağın

Hep böyle aşk nağmesi fısıldasın dudağın

Sen kalbimin sahibi, aşk olsun senin adın

Haz veren mutlulukla, vuslat oldu sonumuz

Şükür, Rabbime şükür aşka döndü yönümüz

El eleyken göz göze geçiyor her günümüz

Sen kalbimin sahibi, aşk olsun senin adın...

Gülseren MORKAN

[brightmaiden]

LITERATURE MEME: [4 / 8] short stories  ≽ "The Dead" by James Joyce

It was always a great affair, the Misses Morkan's annual dance. Everybody who knew them came to it, members of the family, old friends of the family, the members of Julia's choir, any of Kate's pupils that were grown up enough and even some of Mary Jane's pupils too. Never once had it fallen flat. For years and years it had gone off in splendid style as long as anyone could remember. [x]