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emsertanejo · 2 months ago
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oamordosamores · 4 months ago
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with fulle respect, for-that i ken this onlie biþ an quiz & for fun
yet aenig option else wolde to describe me better
for it maye be sad but yet true to saye i habe fewe on littel important to min self
ond i wille to slash & stab & tear & bite at thaet wolde bringe wars
ond harme on thaem worlde & her creatures
ond an other thing is that i wille to bite in general :3
Hey maggots, Good Omens Mascot here. I woke up and chose to make a Final Fifteen quiz. In fact, a which line from the final fifteen are you quiz. It's my first ever quiz.
Starting a tag game! It's so fun! Let's all join in and share our results! Here's mine! I'm okay! This fandom is so stable! So is its Mascot!
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kakatieie · 2 years ago
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FouND MY FILESSSS
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eightdoctor · 7 months ago
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honestly before they decided to put daleks in every third big finish audio they should’ve considered the fact that No One Likes To Listen To Thaem
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du-sailarar-nerilia · 2 months ago
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Alagaësia Lore And Headcanons Series, Part 2: Human Languages of the Broddring Empire
Given that by the time the books take place, there is really only one human language, most of this post is going to be on the Headcanon side of "Lore and Headcanons". Still, my observations will be based in canon, drawing from place names as well as given names of characters. Where I run out of canon to draw from, I will be taking a lot of inspiration from the history of real-world languages, but not so much as to eliminate the uniqueness of the setting. Or at least I will try.
-Lights
Taxonomy
Human languages of Alagaësia can be roughly split into four distinct families: Broddring, Surdan, Petrovyan and Hadaraki. Of these, the former three show similarities in their grammatical structure (being overwhelmingly synthetic, but non-pro-drop languages) which may indicate that they split away from their ancestor language - a theorized "proto-mannish" - later than Hadaraki, which seems as far removed from them as it is from the Ancient Language. As this post is dedicated to languages of the Broddring Empire, Hadaraki, i.e. the languages of the Wandering Tribes (which never submitted to Broddring authority) will be given their separate post.
The Broddring Language Family
By this term, we understand any and all languages that evolved from the language spoken by the tribe of King Palancar at the time of their arrival in Alagaësia. The name "Broddring" comes from the singular form of the name of Palancar's tribe - Broddringas. Interestingly enough, it seems to be an exonym bestowed by a closely related tribe, translating roughly to "Brother's kin" (from brodor and the kinship suffix -ing).
Archaic Broddring This was the language spoken by Palancar upon his arrival in Alagaësia. While it had already developed the typical grammatical features of the later Broddring languages, its vocabulary was so far removed from theirs as to be completely incomprehensible to a speaker of present-day Broddring. This is due to the fact that after coming into contact with the Elves, Archaic Broddring started adopting (and modifying) words from the Ancient Language en-masse, which would eventually lead to the two languages sharing up to 40% of their vocabulary. The resulting amalgam would become known as...
Old Broddring Language of the early Broddring kings who resided in Ilirea. It had a rich inflection system, with four cases (nominative, genitive, dative and accusative) and three numbers (singular, dual and plural). Despite being different enough from the Ancient Language as to lack its truthsaying and magical properties, it was similar to the point of mutual intelligibility:
OB:       Andumë ond Fíronmas on thaem      sorga              hyll,     lichama    sin      glaese     gelic.
AL:        Andumë un Fíronmas äthr dem        harmra            hyll,     leikrar       theirra  glaere     gelikr.
(similarities illustrated on the sentence "Andumë and Fíronmas at the hill of sorrows and their flesh like glass." spoken by Glaedr in Inheritance.) Given that not only vocabulary, but also parts of grammar seem to have been adopted by the Broddringas, discussions abound among scholars as to whether Old Broddring is Archaic Broddring in an Ancient Language cloak, or the Ancient Language in a Broddring cloak. It was this language that gave rise to the Toskan dialect, an artificial dialect created by Tosk for the purposes of the Religion of Helgrind.
Present-day Broddring Just as Old Broddring is the result of a metaphorical melting pot of Archaic Broddring and the Ancient Language, present-day Broddring is the result of Old Broddring interacting with the rest of the human languages of Alagaësia during the Broddrings' conquest. Again, it borrowed massively, mainly from Aberonian and Old Surdan (more on those below). This was not the case of the conquerors borrowing vocabulary from the conquered, but rather the conquered attempting to speak the conquerors' language and substituting the words they did not know with ones from their own languages. Moreover, as Broddring gradually became the lingua franca of a multi-national kingdom, the number of non-native speakers outgrew that of the native ones. This led to a significant simplification and streamlining of grammar. The number of lexically realized cases was reduced drastically until only two - the subject case and the object case - remained. As a result, the word order became much less flexible and Broddring as a whole became more analytical rather than synthetic. Numbers were reduced to only singular and plural.
The Lost Languages of Surda
By the time of the Fall of the Riders, only the Broddring lanuguage was spoken in Surda. Indeed, the ruling dynasty started by Marelda of Langfeld and continued by the Queen Frida and the Kings Larkin and Orrin was ethnically Broddring. Still, some of the languages of the tribes that first settled Surda and remained there even after Palancar and the Broddrings left for the north survive in toponyms, given names, folklore and old documents.
Aberonian Aberonian seems to be the language most closely related to the unattested proto-surdan language spoken by the first settlers. It survives only in its formal, literary form, preserved by the Arcaena sect (the name of which itself derives from the aberonian word for "secret"). Both its name and that of the current capital of Surda comes from the tribe called Aberati. We can only speculate as to the meaning, but it may be related to the verb aberro, "to wander away". Aberati could therefore be taken to mean "Wanderers", "Explorers" or potentially "Exiles". Many traditional surdan given names have aberonian origin, like that of King Orrin, which derives either from the word orans ("he who prays", i.e. pious) or orum ("gold, golden"). It carries an air of tradition and authority in the surdan public consciousness and prior to Surda becoming a province of the Broddring Empire, her monarchs would swear oaths of office in both Aberonian and the Ancient Language. This tradition would be later revived by Queen Frida, daughter of Lady Marelda and the first Langfeld monarch.
Old Surdan The contemporary of Old Broddring and the source of many of the borrowings that transformed Old Broddring into its present-day form. If little survives of Aberonian, then what we have left of Old Surdan may well be nothing. It originated as a spoken dialect of Aberonian and continued to evolve even as Aberonian fossilised in its literary standard. It would eventually overtake it as the official language of Surda, as it was more familiar to the common folk and was not as strictly policed by scholars and nobles. Today, it only survives in the form of folk songs, nursery rhymes and old government records. Those capable of reading and translating it are few but highly sought after by the Surdan government.
Petrovyan Very little is known of the Petrovyan language, as even the term is most likely not what the speakers themselves called it, only that it does not seem to be closely related to either Broddring or Surdan and Aberonian. It was spoken by a human tribe that landed in Surda but migrated north (possibly as far as Gil'ead), before being pushed back to the site of today's city of Petrovya by the Broddring expansion. By the time of the Rider War, only fragments remain in dialectal expressions, toponyms (like Petrovya itself) given and family names (like that of Marcus Tábor) and local swearwords.
Real World Inspirations
The evolution of the Broddring language was heavily inspired by the real life history of English. The Ancient Language in this analogy is Old Norse, which influenced Old English to such a degree that Middle English is disputed by some scholars to be a scandinavian language (see English: Language of the Vikings by Joseph Embley Emonds and Jan Terje Faarlund). The Surdan language family is based on Romance languages, with Aberonian roughly corresponding to Classical Latin and Old Surdan to the Vulgar Latin-Old French continuum. Petrovyan was inspired by Slavic languages because, well, the name.
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revenant-coining · 4 months ago
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4 Pronoun Flags PT.14
(pt: 4 Pronoun Flags PT.14 /end pt)
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(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are dark purple, purple, green, light green, green, purple, and dark purple. in the center of the flag is dark purple text that reads “thae/thaem”. /end id)
(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are black-blue, dark blue, darkish blue, light cyan, darkish blue, dark blue, and black-blue. in the center of the flag is black-blue text that reads “tome/tomes”. /end id)
(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are black-blue, green, light green, white, light green, green, and black-blue. in the center of the flag is black-blue text that reads “toxic/toxics”. /end id)
(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are grey-green, green, light yellow, white, light yellow, green, and grey-green. in the center of the flag is grey-green text that reads “vai/vais”. /end id)
Thae/thaem/thaer/thaers/thaerself, tome/tomes, toxic/toxics, & vai/vais 3rd Person Pronoun Flags!
for cradily, willow, & dev!
tagging; @radiomogai, @pronoun-flags, @pronoun-arc
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studyblr-perhaps · 6 months ago
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BACC ON MIN BULL'S-SHITE
THAES BE THAET INTERENET, ON HWICH LANDE LANGUAGE SCHOLDE NE BE BOWED TO TYME NOR REASONE!
we hafe bocs ond songes writon on ealdor formes of English. hwi ne we use thaem for-hwat theam was maede?
thaes helle's-syte moste tymes willest to fall-bacc on to ealdor-wordes ond ealdor-times ond ealdor-tales, so hit be of no goode use amid suche talkings thaet we keep oure speache to moderne standarde.
Tried to middle english my answer but it ended up looking like normal speech so-
Certainly, we should definitely go back to the time when the spelling corresponded to the pronounciation
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idollete · 8 months ago
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juju, duas novas músicas pra adicionar a trilha sonora do simón: chora, me liga do joao bosco e vinícius e cafajeste da thaeme e thiago!!!
KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK AMG VOCÊ É ICÔNICA
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freshvanillapng · 4 months ago
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Do you have a scene you really liked but weren't able to fit it in a fic? Would you care to share? Do you have a most recent favorite line or scene? What is it?
*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.
oh man i wish i was confident enough to write and post a fic for a fandom. i am constantly in awe of all my mutuals who give such AMAZING pieces to read and brainrot over, and forever grateful.
all i can offer is a small piece written about a scene in my greek-inspired dnd campaign (trigger warning for dying, then not dying, then a decapitation i guess?)
this is the first time ive put any of my writing out on this site i think?? so um pls be nice lol
Context: My dnd character, Cyaro a demigod of Nyx, has challenged her step-mother to a duel for the fate of their people. It goes Badly but Cyaro pushes through, awakening dormant demigod abilities.
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Her knees buckled out from underneath her, body heavy as a thousand tiny cuts spilled her energy and resolve into the thick grass dyed crimson. Cyaro had failed. And now the fate of the world dies with them as they fall, further and further. All is quiet as they gaze up at the stars, the last comforting sight before they once again found themselves in that empty void between life and death, waiting for her brother to collect what was now his. How many times had she visited and yet never stayed? By their count it had to be at least four now. No one is supposed to evade death for that long. Flashes of a funeral in a wheat field appear at that thought. A purple body. A grave. Khantos’ tired posture as he spoke over it. Will her friends do the same for Cyaro’s passing?
The stars twinkle and glisten as time seems to slow. Cyaro is no longer aware of her mother’s presence, just her, her thoughts, and the beautiful stars. Another face comes to mind, seen only briefly at a table full of siblings they will never know. Grinning and jeering at their failures. Cyaro is sure Oizys will take great joy from their actions here at least. Seeking out their mother intending to put this whole hunting issue to rest and failing miserably. Losing her life, and losing any hope of defeating the Father of Monsters. Maybe Oizys won’t enjoy that bit as much.
The stars have encompassed everything now. Cyaro feels as though they are floating, all senses completely dulled. Must be the blood loss. All that swims around in their mind now is how foolish they have behaved. She was made very well aware of the risks of coming here, of declaring Maetha and yet, against all better judgement, Cyaro did it anyway. Following lines of prophecies from cards and flame. And now the world pays the price for her foolishness. Her friends pay. Thaem pays. All because of some idiotic notion that they wouldn't run this time. That they would be the heir and saviour their coven wanted them to be.
The one time Cyaro didn’t run ends in utter failure.
The stars grow brighter, too bright. Their confusion grows - Cyaro knows what it is like to die well enough now. They should be standing before Thanatos, quietly hoping for those ever familiar diamonds to appear in his hand and feeling overwhelming disappointment and regret when they don’t. Yet here they remain, in this sea of stars. There is no longer any pain, only the comforting cold tingle of their magic emanating from their core. As she drifts, the sensation spreads throughout her body until that is all she feels, all she can focus on, so much so it becomes overwhelming. The stars snap into too much focus and suddenly vertigo hits them as though falling out of a tree.
Everything rushes back to them all at once. The long grass underneath them, slick with blood. A cool breeze shifting through their hair. The tangy smell of sweat and iron. The low murmur of a crowd. Deep, exhausted breaths from above her. Cyaro does not dare look up. Instead, she grips her bow tightly, barely noticing how the stars cling to her skin and her joints, A small flick of the wrist and that deadly blade is hooked and flung far into the distance. Another small movement and an arrow is notched and fired, finding its mark just centimetres away. Gathering themselves, Cyaro stands drawing up their leg. It finds easy purchase in the chest of her overbearing mother, just below the arrow sprouting from her heart. Now it is her who falls to her knees, an expression of utter shock upon her lined face. The blood red markings making her out as Nothrim Emmel and whatever power she was drawing from begin to run like tears, leaving behind skin as empty as Cyaro’s own. 
Oizys probably still laughs as Cyaro clutches her mother’s snow white hair and draws the stygian ice blade across her throat. But no longer at her sibling. Instead, she likely laughs at a woman who has lost everything.
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emsertanejo · 2 months ago
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bardkin · 2 years ago
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kaletalecowboy · 1 year ago
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i love genshin hangouts sm just 2 hours of pure. HEHE this character is so cute... i love thaem 💗
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father-lance · 1 year ago
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CW: Vent, Depictions Of Mutilation, Suicidal Ideation, Brief Mention Of SH, Brief Mentions Of SA, S1vt Shaming, Mentions Of A Past Unhealthy Relationship, Bad Grammmar
(Please Be Mindful Of Your Mental State Before You Hit Read More! Please!)
I Feeel So Sick Like I’m About To Fucking Pop I Can’y. Keeep Doing This.
I Was Friends With A Fucking Psychopath That Ruined My Fucking Life That Wanted Yo Rake Me Down With Them. They Were So Obsesssed With How I Was, But Kept Tricking Me Into Thinking That They’ve Moved On And Are Proud Of Me.
I Hate Them. I Hate Them I Hate Thaem.
Now If I Dare Try And Show Any Emotion Of Anger Or Burnout, I Immmediately Want To Hurt Myself Because That’s Not Who I’m Suppposed To Be!!! What I Want To Be!!!!! You Wouldn’t Want To Go Back To Being An Abusive Prick, Would You!?!!!?!!!!!
But Was I Ever An Abusive Prick In The First Place?
Almost Ever Freidn. I Never Had A Areal Friend Until Almost Two Years Ago.
I Was Just Used. For Something That I Was Tooo Young To Be Having Taken.
I Was Nothing But A BROTHEL TO THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS.
AND THEY WANTED ME TO BE A BROTHEL FOR THEM. FUCK THAT.
I Can’t Do This. I’m Trying Not To Cry At Work And Everything’s Settting Me Offf And I Feeel So FUCKING Miserable I Just Want To FUCKING Dive Offf A FUCKING CLIFFF.
I Want To TEAR MY BODY OPEN. I DON’T WANT TO BE IN MY SKIN. IT’S TOOO PAINFUL. FEEEL TRAPPPED.
I’m So Sorrry. But God I Can’t. I Don’t Know _Where_ I Can Properly Vent This Shit To. I Apologize.
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blodsinnboy · 1 year ago
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GRRRRRRAAAAAAH I OVVVVE THAEM
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I can stare for a thousand years 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 Its been so long
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daletrabr · 2 days ago
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Veja a letra da música “O Que Acontece Na Balada” de Thaeme & Thiago
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