#the spanish is a little wrong

[puppylovebites]

Eres tan fácil de amar

Tú sabes cómo es

Amarte es como respirar

Pensé que te perdería una vez

Aprecio el tiempo que he pasado contigo desde entonces

No estaría vivo sin ti

Cuando tú amas lo siento

[serpentface]

Do you conlang? I was wondering if you had naming languages (or possibly even more developed ones) for pulling the words you use. I tried to search your blog but didn't find anything, wouldn't be surprised if the feature is just busted tho. Your worldbuilding is wonderful and I particularly enjoy the anthropological and linguistic elements.

Ok the thing is I had kind of decided I was not going to do any conlanging because I don't feel like I'm equipped to do a good job of it, like was fully like "I'm just going to do JUST enough that it doesn't fail an immediate sniff test and is more thoughtful than just keysmashing and putting in vowels". And then have kinda been conlanging anyway (though not to a very deep and serious extent. I maybe have like....an above average comprehension of how language construction works via willingness to research, but that's not saying much, also I can never remember the meanings of most linguistic terms like 'frictives' or etc off the top of my head. I'm just kinda raw dogging it with a vague conceptualization of what these things mean)

I do at least have a naming language for Wardi (and more basic rules for other established languages) but the rudimentary forms of it were devised with methods much shakier and less linguistically viable than even the most basic naming language schemes, and I only went back over it LONG after I had already made a bunch of words so there's some inconsistencies with consonant presence and usage. (This can at least be justified because it IS a language that would have a lot of loanwords and would be heavily influenced by other language groups- Burri being by far the most significant, Highland-Finnic and Yuroma-Lowlands also being large contributors)

The 'method' I used was:

-Skip basic construction elements and fully move into devising necessary name words, with at least a Vibe of what consonants are going to be common and how pronunciation works -Identify some roots out of the established words and their meanings. Establish an ongoing glossary of known roots/words. -Construct new words based in root words, or as obvious extensions/variants of established words. -Get really involved in how the literal meanings of some words might not translate properly to english, mostly use this to produce a glossary of in-universe slang. -Realize that I probably should have at least some very basic internal consistency at this point. -Google search tutorials on writing a naming language. -Reverse engineer a naming language out of established words, and ascribe all remaining inconsistencies to being loanwords or just the mysteries of life or whatever.

I do at least have some strongly established pronunciation rules and a sense of broad regional dialect/accents.

-'ai' words are almost always pronounced with a long 'aye' sound.

-There is no 'Z' or 'X' sound, a Wardi speaker pronouncing 'zebra' would go for 'tsee-brah', and would attempt 'xylophone' as 'ssye-lohp-hon'

-'V' sounds are nearly absent and occur only in loanwords, and tend to be pronounced with a 'W' sound. 'Virsum' is a Highland word (pronounced 'veer-soom') denoting ancestry, a Wardi speaker would go 'weer-sum'.

-'Ch' spellings almost always imply a soft 'chuh' sound when appearing after an E, I, or O (pelatoche= pel-ah-toh-chey), but a hard 'kh' sound after an A or U (odomache= oh-doh-mah-khe). When at the start of a word, it's usually a soft 'ch' unless followed by an 'i' sound (chin (dog) is pronounced with a hard K 'khiin', cholem (salt) is pronounced with a soft Ch 'cho-lehm')

-Western Wardin has strong Burri cultural and linguistic influence, and a distinct accent- one of the most pronounced differences is use of the ñ sound in 'nn' words. The western city of Ephennos is pronounced 'ey-fey-nyos' by most residents, the southeastern city of Erubinnos is pronounced 'eh-roo-been-nos' by most residents. Palo's surname 'Apolynnon' is pronounced 'A-puh-lee-nyon' in the Burri and western Wardi dialects (which is the 'proper' pronunciation, given that it's a Kos name), but will generally be spoken as 'Ah-poh-leen-non' in the south and east.

-R's are rolled in Highland-Finnic words. Rolling R's is common in far northern rural Wardi dialects but no others. Most urban Wardi speakers consider rolling R's sort of a hick thing, and often think it sounds stupid or at least uneducated. (Brakul's name should be pronounced with a brief rolled 'r', short 'ah' and long 'uul', but is generally being pronounced by his south-southeastern compatriots with a long unrolled 'Brah' sound).

Anyway not really a sturdy construction that will hold up to the scrutiny of someone well equipped for linguistics but not pure bullshit either.

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! So I am still in touch with the kidlet I used to babysit, and last time we talked I used (what I am pretty sure was) slang that is more his generation than mine and he initially laughed a little, then I could visibly see him process that I was the one who'd said it and he started giggling uncontrollably and repeating what I'd said, so of course I want to learn more slang I can drop in conversation with him We were playing Stardew Valley and I killed a skeleton or something, and he said "Skeletons will die if you hit them with swords" so I said "skill issue" (or something like that? it's been a few days I could have a few words wrong, but I definitely said skill issue and he was not expecting it) So yeah any more modern but not tumblr-specific slang y'all can recommend I drop into conversation with an elementary schooler to make them laugh at the idea of a grown up using slang?

[conanssummerchild]

writing a fic abt rick having an ed bcs why would i recover when i can just project all my issues onto fictional old men in cartoons and pretend everythings better now ‼️

tw eating disorder, minor self harm and vomit near the end

Morty stopped in the open doorway of the garage, watching Rick who was sat scribbling down some kind of invention idea, or equation, or whatever it was he did when Morty wasn't around, for all Morty knew he might well be writing fanfiction.

An involuntary smile pulled at his lips at the idea of his almost 70 year old genius grandfather spending his free time writing silly little stories at his work bench. What would he even write? Ball Fondlers fanfic? Maybe he wrote about his stoic bird friend, Rick had always been touchy with him and Rick wasn't touchy with anyone.

When Morty focused back on Rick he wasn't writing anymore, the slightly crumpled piece of paper shoved to the side as he fiddled with what looked like a small metal box with a bunch of brightly coloured wires poking out of the sides. A small spark shot out of one of the wires Rick was holding and he cursed loudly, shaking his hand.

"Fuck, Morty, are you just gonna– gonna stand there, or are you gonna pass me the fucking, uh– the thing."

Rick waved his hand in the general direction of the shelf nearest to Morty, but there were so many assorted trinkets on the shelves, Morty had no idea if Rick wanted a wrench, or a hammer, or one of his laser guns, maybe the box was like a new battery for them?

"W-what thing, Rick?"

"The thing, Morty! The fucking– the uh, destornillador."

"What? Rick, I don't know what that means. W-w-what is that?"

"Jeez, Morty, what are they teaching you at that crap school you love so much?" Rick scowled, tossing the box to the side and getting up to grab the screwdriver himself.

"I havent been to school in like a month, Rick!" Morty exclaimed. "And even then I only got to stay for like an hour before you were dragging me out again!"

"Whatever." Rick said with a burp, "School's dumb, Morty. I'll teach you Spanish myself. B-but, uh, not now."

He turned back to his box, done with the conversation, but Morty stayed hovering in the room, remembering what he had come for in the first place.

"Okay, um, w-w-well lunch is ready."

"I'm busy."

Morty sighed, having expected that answer already. "When's the last time you ate, Rick? Or slept? Or... showered?" Morty said, wrinkling his nose a little.

Rick ignored him, pulling at a blue wire.

"Rick!" Morty frowned.

"What, Morty? J-jesus christ, what the fuck do you want?"

"I want you to have lunch with the family."

"And I said no, so screw off."

"Rick, come on, it would make mom so happy."

Rick glared at him, not bothering with an answer.

"...Wouldn't y-you do it for your original Beth if you could?" Morty tried.

Rick slammed the box on the table, causing the thin metallic shell to crack, sparks flying from it, the sudden noise making Morty jump.

"The fuck did you just say?" Rick snarled.

"S-s-sorry!" Morty squeaked. "I didn't m-mean– mean it in a bad way!"

"Get the fuck out." Rick said icily, eyes blazing.

Morty stumbled out of the room, shutting the door behind him to the sound of something crashing. Probably Rick throwing the damaged box across the room.

Morty winced. In his defense he was worried about Rick, and sometimes, depending on his mood, something like that would've gotten Rick to cave, clearly he wasn't feeling so sentimental today, more annoyed and angry.

"What was that about?"

Morty startled a little and turned to see Summer looking at her phone behind him.

"Just, y'know, Rick being... Rick."

"Mhm, pro tip, don't bring up his dead daughter to try and blackmail him into something he hates." Summer drawled. "You can only do that if he's already half convinced, or if he's feeling especially depressed sometimes.

"Summer! That's– that's messed up!"

She quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah, so only you can manipulate grandpa Rick?" Summer scoffed. "God forbid women do anything." She said sarcastically and turned to walk away.

"Wait!" Morty fidgeted with his hands. "Can you... help me? To get him to have lunch w-with us? Please?"

"Yes, but not now. He's already upset so if we double down on trying to get him to eat he's only gonna clam up."

Morty nodded. "I know that– but how do you? You don't spend as much time with Rick as I do."

"Because he's like mom. Who do you think got her to stop drinking before parent-teacher conferences at school?"

"Wow. That's pretty fucked up that you had to do that, though, y'know, Summer."

"Yeah, well, we're the Smiths, Morty. Is anyone in this house not disordered?"

Morty winced at the blunt statement, Rick really was rubbing off on her. But it was kind of true.

"Guess it runs in the family." He muttered

"Guess it does."

---

Morty hadn't been planning on seeing Rick again until the next day. He knew that when Rick got upset he needed his space. Morty didn't quite get it because when he was upset all he wanted was for someone to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay, but Rick wasn't like him he supposed.

If he was being honest it made him nervous to leave Rick alone in those bad headspaces he got into. Rick was volatile and unpredictable and a borderline danger to himself and often others. He'd walked in on a couple... compromising situations where Rick had had to explain away why he was passed out in his chair or why there was blood on his hands and his lab coat despite being the only person in the room.

Morty pretended to believe him when he said he had been doing a messy dissection experiment or that "This isn't blood, this is Balorkian dust I mixed with red Squanchenite fluid from Planet Squanch, Morty." But truthfully those moments haunted him.

However, he didn't want to invade Rick's space, so he let him be and tried to eat and sleep until Rick emerged like nothing had happened, even though Morty knew what habits of his went on behind those closed doors.

Of course Morty's patience had it's limits, like when two hours after he had left Rick in the garage, angry, there was the sound of something smashing, closely followed by an unmistakable sound that Morty had grown too familiar with since Rick had moved in. The sound of a body thudding to the ground.

He was up from the sofa in a flash, at the garage door before Summer could even put down her phone, flinging it open.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, but the only sight that greeted him was a smashed bottle and rick lying on the floor next to it, not looking any more dead than usual, looking up at Morty blearily, cracking a smile.

"Oh, hi Morty. H-hey buddy." He slurred, clearly drunk out of his mind.

"Jesus fucking christ, Rick." Morty said weakly.

"What happened?" Summer breathed, now standing at his side.

"He's just drunk." Morty muttered, wrinkling his nose at the overpowering smell that he hadn't registered before between his state of panic and shallow breathing.

Summer ventured into the garage, picking up an empty bottle and sniffing it. "God, grandpa Rick, what the hell are you drinking in here, fucking rubbing alcohol?"

"Sum-Sum! 'M just having some– some fun drinks. Fun drinks just a lil' bit. Besides I only ever drank rub-rubbin' alcohol once, n' it was– tasted like shit."

"What? I was being sarcastic, why would you drink that?"

"Because I was sad... was sad 'nd lonely after B-b-blood Ridge, couldn't find anythin' else. But 'm not s-sad now."

"What's Blood Ridge?" Summer frowned, "Actually it doesn't matter right now, you need to sober up."

"Get him some water," Morty interjected. "I'll clean up the glass. I also know where he keeps all his hangover serums and stuff, but he told me not to let you into any of his drug stashes."

"Fair enough." Summer shrugged, leaving to get Rick some much needed water.

While she was gone, Morty felt along the wall until he found the small hidden panel under Rick's desk. He fished out the light blue vial of fluid for hangovers, the red one he'd forced Rick to make that would sober him up and a green one that basically equivalated to getting your stomach pumped if you took it, just in case he'd taken more than just alcohol.

He shut the panel securely and placed the three coloured vials on Rick's work bench, grabbing a purple tube-like gadget from a shelf. He pressed a button on the back of it and typed in "Broken Glass" on a small hologram keyboard that emerged, then pressed that first button again. A blue ray shot out, scanning the garage, and the pieces of smashed bottle disappeared in a matter of seconds.

Morty looked over at Rick, who was still lying on the floor, but now he was tracing his fingers along a crack in the cold ground, his expression so solemn he almost looked sober.

"Rick?" Morty asked hesitantly.

"I miss her." He said flatly. "I miss her s-so much."

His words were still a little slurred but his tone had lost all the previous levity.

"I tried to save her, Morty, I t-t-tried, but I couldn't bring her back. And no one could ever replace her." A rough sob escaped his throat. Morty felt frozen. "I'm a crappy fuckin'– piece of shit father but I didn't want to be. I was gonna fuckin' give– give up everything for them, and I would've been happy. I would've been so happy as long as I had them, but he fuckin' took that from me! I nnever even got a chance."

Rick was crying, he was crying so hard that his tears stained the concrete dark grey and snot ran down his face sideways. He was shaking like a leaf and gasping for air.

Morty crouched down next to him, fists clenching and unclenching, unsure if he should hug Rick, or if that would make it worse. What else could he do?

"Oh– oh shit, Rick, I–"

"My little girl, my baby." Rick continued between sobs. "She meant everything to me. S-so yeah, I would be better f-for her if I could, but she's gone. There's no point."

Rick's sudden fit of violent sobs was calming down, replaced by a look that Morty could only describe as pure hoplessness and defeat washing over his features.

"'S no point in anything."

Shit, this was bad. Rick didn't admit defeat, and he certainly didn't talk so openly about his feelings like this.

"Aw jeez, Rick, come on don't– don't– don't say that. we killed Rick Prime, remember?" Morty said, wringing his hands anxiously.

"Yeah, I remember." Rick said, tone now devoid of emotion. "I remember killin' him with my bare hands, watchin' the life drain out of his eyes as his blood dripped down my fists. And I remember nothing changing. W-w-what d'ya do when you achieve your life long goal and nothin's better? It didn't bring them back, it didn't– didn't give me closure or give me a reason to live. I still can't sleep, petrified he's in the fucking house, comin' for my new family, that he'll kill all of you to teach me that t-that's what happens when I-I care about people."

Rick wiped his face with his lab coat sleeve, rubbing away the snot, drool and dried tears while Morty just kneeled next to him, frozen and unsure what to say.

"Rick..." he started but then Summer stepped through the doorway and Rick's demeanour instantly changed.

"Summerfest!" he called out and Morty watched, a little shocked, as Rick's whole face changed in the blink of an eye, going back to the cheerful, goofy expression he'd been wearing when he and Summer first came in. It didn't look artificial to Morty at all, even now that he knew it was. How could Rick just switch it on and off just like that?

"I brought water and coffee." Was all Summer said, placing two mugs on the workbench. "And a cereal bar."

The second statement sounded a little more unsure and Morty could've sworn he saw Rick's jaw clench for a second.

"Gimmie coffee." Rick said, making grabby hands, still lying on the floor.

"Water first." Summer replied, handing him the larger of the two mugs.

Rick pouted a little but as soon as the mug was in his hands he drank thirstily, finishing the whole thing in one go.

"You want more?" Summer asked, taking the mug, but he just shook his head quietly.

"Okay," Morty cleared his throat when his voice came out a little shaky. "drink this."

He handed Rick the red 'get sober' vial and Rick chugged it obediently, making a face. "Tastes like– like shit." He offered.

While he seemed a little calmer after the water and serum, his eyes were still unfocused and his voice sounded thick, like his tongue didn't fit in his mouth properly, hints of his accent were slipping through too.

"Did you- are you on drugs r-right now?" Morty asked, reaching for the green vial of serum.

"Maybe." Rick mumbled. His eyelids were starting to droop a little and he curled up more comfortably on the floor.

"Hey, Rick, don't go to sleep okay? What did you take?" Summer asked, crouching down next to him, shaking him a little. He groaned. "Come on, we just have to make sure you're not overdosing and then you can sleep. Maybe not on the floor."

"'M not overdosing." Rick grumbled.

"What did you take?"

"I dunno. Just some random alien drugs I found i-in my pocket." He said dismissively with a burp. "Actually one of 'em was probably adderall. Look at me bein' all responsible an-and takin' my meds n' shit."

He of course immediately showed his 'responsibilty' by gagging and then throwing up on the floor.

Morty winced, reaching for the purple device again while Summer tried to coax him into drinking the green liquid, frowning deeply.

Finally Rick gave in, sipping from the small vial, and almost instantly his eyes began to clear up a little bit.

"Why'd I make these work so well?" He groaned. Then, "My head is killing me, I want coffee."

Summer passed him the second mug and he gestured toward the hangover serum, which Morty promptly passed to him and Rick poured it in his coffee.

He gulped down half the coffee and sighed, wiping his mouth with his already rather dirty sleeve. "Fuck, that's better."

He downed the rest of it and placed the mug on the ground, getting to his feet shakily. He swayed and nearly fell, leaning onto the wall to steady himself as the dizzy spell passed, and then stretched, his back cracking loudly.

He took a few wobbly steps towards the door but Summer blocked the way.

"Fuck– fuck off Summer I gotta– I'm gonna go take a nap."

"Could you maybe eat something first?" She asked firmly, holding up the cereal bar.

"No."

Rick tried to sidestep her but she blocked the way again.

"Summer, don't fucking piss me off right now, I'm serious."

She stood her ground. "Just eat the cereal bar, grandpa Rick. Please."

"Summer, for fuck's sake, I said no!"

"Grandpa," She sighed, the arm holding the bar dropping defeatedly back down to her side. "Do you have an eating disorder?"

The garage was deathly quiet for a second.

"Wha-What?! I'm not a teenage girl in a f-f-f– goddamn netflix drama, Summer." Rick snarled. "What the fuck kinda question is that?"

He gestured wildly, taking another step forwards, which quickly seemed to be the wrong option as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him hard, making him almost loose his balance. He blindly tried to grab onto the back of his chair somewhere behind him, but missed and fell on his ass.

"Rick!" Morty and Summer both rushed to his side, Morty's eyes beginning to well up a little from all the stress of the day.

"I'm fine, don't– don't fucking touch me." He said, shaking Summer's hand off his shoulder, which caused another wave of nausea to hit.

"Please eat this." Summer said nervously, voice shaking as she pushed the cereal bar into his left hand, his right one gripping at his hair.

"Summer, I promise you if I eat that shit right now I'm gonna throw the fuck up."

"Please?" Morty pouted, eyes big and teary.

All it took was one look at him, and with only a brief moment of hesitation Rick snatched the cereal bar from Summer, muttering angrily under his breath.

Morty only caught "Me cago en la puta." and "Maldito cabrón." which he more or less understood, more familiar with swear words than any other words in the Spanish language.

Rick peeled away the wrapper slowly with unsteady hands and took a small bite.

Morty and Summer watched in silence, not wanting to discourage him by saying the wrong thing—which with Rick could be anything—as Rick uncomfortably ate the cereal bar.

"There you fucking go." He said weakly, Throwing the now empty wrapper at Summer, but missing as it was too light to travel more than a couple centimetres, landing somewhere by his feet.

"Thank you." Summer almost whispered.

They sat in silence for a while, Morty sniffling and rubbing at his eyes and Summer shuffling a bit closer to him for both of their comfort.

Rick was sitting with his knees losely bent and his head braced in his hands, trying to overcome another hit of nausea.

He wouldn't exactly say he tried super hard to keep the cereal bar down, but it wasn't deliberate when he vomited it down the front of his shirt.

"Oh! Aw jeez..." Morty winced.

"I did warn you."

"In our defense, you had every reason to be lying to us."

"Fuck you, Summer." It sounded weak even to his own ears.

She sighed softly.

"Morty, get his shirt off. Do you have pijamas or do you sleep in jeans and a lab coat?"

"Jeans an-and a lab coat."

"...I was joking, but okay." Summer said, flipping the switch that opened Rick's garage closet and grabbing one of his sets of identical outfits.

Rick squirmed, making noises of complaint as Morty tried to take off his current shirt.

"Rick– stay still, you have vomit on your clothes."

"I'm not fucking two years old, Morty." He scowled. "I can change by myself."

Rick tried to sit up but wobbled and then slumped back against the wall, needing more time to recover. Morty reached for his shirt again and this time Rick let him pull it carefully up over his head without resisting. Morty took the new set of clothes from where Summer had left them on the floor next to him.

Summer wasn't looking but Morty still shielded Rick's body from sight with his own, pointedly not mentioning the raised scars and jagged, angry, red cuts littering his arms which he had already suspected would be there.

Rick shifted uncomfortably, seeming relieved when Morty didn't want to talk about it.

"Okay." Morty said, helping Rick pull on his clean lab coat too.

"I'm going to bed." Rick grumbled, not waiting for him to continue, just getting up slowly.

He felt weak and shaky and his brittle old bones weren't exactly helping out. Despite his thousands of cybernetic implants he was still human, much to his dismay, and he couldn't treat his body as badly as he did when he was 30. Not that that ever seemed to stop him, managing to still maintain the same shitty habits he'd had for years at the ripe age of 67.

He stumbled through the dining room, Morty and Summer trailing after him, not discouraged by the glare he sent their way.

As soon as he reached his room, he slumped onto his bed with a groan.

"R-rick?"

"Fuck off, Morty." He snapped into his pillow, a little muffled by it.

Morty hesitated, exchanging a glance with Summer, who shrugged.

"...Ookay, Rick. Uh, see– see you at dinner, today? maybe?'

"Don't count on it."

Summer frowned, Starting to say something, but Rick interrupted, "I'm gonna apply my room's Lock Protocols in ten seconds, so i-if you're still in here, I'm not letting you out until I'm done sleeping. A-a-and if you're standing in the doorway, you're gonna get fucking squashed in the doors."

"Whatever, Rick, fuck you too." Summer huffed, pulling Morty out of the doorway with her.

"Room, activate Sensory Protocol 2. And t-tell Summer to go fuck herself."

"Sensory Protocol 2 activated." Came the mechanical voice and a heavy metal door snapped shut. "Go fuck yourself, Summer."

Summer scoffed. "Dick." Followed by a sigh. "What are we gonna do?"

"I-I don't know." Morty admitted. "There's not much we can do if Rick won't accept help. And he won't."

"So what? We just give up on him?" Summer asked accusingly, putting her hands on her hips.

"No, Summer, J-jeez. I just– We're gonna have to get creative."

"Fuck."

---

thats it thats the end i didnt know how tf to end this but my goal wasnt to rewrite like the bible idfk it was just to put rick through shit and put completely unfair expectations on summer and mortys shoulders so that they could ALL suffer in this fic !! :3 also this is so mf long i sincerely apologise if u read all that

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I did study Japanese for a few years, and I can confirm that in the panels you shared Koko did not refer to Senju with any pronouns, just her name, and did not use any other gendered words, so all the speech bubbles in those pages are perfectly gender neutral. Which, even if it probably isn't the case, would be just too funny to interpret as "i have no clue, so let's be safe here."

However it wouldn't have been too outrageous if Koko thought her a guy, since she has shown a certain tendency to present ambiguous or male. For instance, in the infamous toy Concorde scene, tiny Senju yells sometjing like "I wanna play too", and Takeomi immediately chastises her saying it's "unladylike". That's because she used a pronoun for *I* that is both a masculine word and one considered rude.

So, in summary: Koko used gwnder neutral language but Senju is probably referred to as a male more often than not.

P.S. in the Spanish version, the Concorde scene gets lost in translation and is rather sexist anyway, so the original meaning was dismissed and Takeomi's nagging was translated as something like: "stop yelling like a wild animal!"

Oh thanks!!! Ngl I put those on there thinking someone else may know. It is funny to imagine Koko using her name just to make sure he doesn't accidentally get anything wrong though. If he did get it wrong then I kinda feel like Takeomi would be more offended then Senju and if Senju did get annoyed I think it would be more over her assuming Koko said that because he thinks girls can't fight rather then her appearance.

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: Ahora si, ahora si. Roier, do you want some coffee?

Roier: S-sure.

Cellbit: Bienvenido (welcome), to my secret office.

Maximus: I want one too.

Cellbit: Ok yeah, I put it on the- on the ledge here if you want.

Maximus: Ok, let me pick.

Cellbit: This is my secret office, ok? This is- I've been like, investigating with Max and Badboy about this Island.

Maximus: [Loud slurping]

Cellbit: And I know the truth: Cucurucho is hiding something!

Maximus: [Even louder gargling]

Cellbit: JESUS CHRIST MAN- it's a drink you don't gotta gargle in it!

Maximus: [Slurping and smacking his lips]

Roier: Maximus?

Maximus: That's a nice Brazilian coffee!

Roier: [Laughing]

Cellbit: Uh, gracias...

[eternal-work-in-progress]

oh my ruined reality you guys I love loredumpinb

Los Filii Rojos

Gifted the eyes and talents of the wise owl.

EL REINO DE PROGRESO (The Kingdom of Progress) is legally recognized as Prominent Kingdom/s.

Government: Absolute monarchy.

(1134) Monarch(s): Rey (King) Abrán Girasol.

(1134) Intended Royal Successor: Rei Malik.

National Language(s): Español, English.

National Religion: Modern Originism.

Natural Abilities: Fire power, channeling of lightning, night vision, silent teleportation, teleportation.

Overworld. Northwestern mainland and islands. Engaged in trade with Galbenii, Les Oranges, Le Viole, and Y Pinc.

Kingdom Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Demolished by the Soulstice personally. Survivors reside in The Last Kingdom, headed by King Rei Malik who sits at the head of TLK’s council. The late Rey Abrán Girasol’s soul was stolen by the Soulstice while their apprentice watched it happen. King Rei escaped with a small horde of Filii Rojo, with such notable survivors as Professor Cortés of the Redstone Academy, and began officially developing the first attempt at the Last Kingdom only 2 years after the Soulstice. Every so often, scouts would scour the Overworld, looking for other surviving Filii and collect them in the Last Kingdom, where hope goes to wither.

Population: ~200-300 estimated. 254 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

Les Filii Oranges

Gifted bodies that reflect their chaotic nature.

LE SOLEIL ORANGE (The Orange Sun) is legally recognized as Nation/s or Country/ies.

Government: Divided Bureaucracy.

(1134) Figurehead: Roi (King) Vladimir d’Pasarelle.

(1134) Intended Figurehead Successor: Aver d’Pasarelle.

(1134) Regional Rulers: Gastón Pȇcheur | Francine d’Centre | Jean Luc | Maurice Prȇtre | Raphael “Le Feu” Régle.

National Language(s): Français, English.

National Religion: Old Originism.

Natural Abilities: Material creation, transfiguration, teleportation.

Overworld. Central mainland, the only landlocked nation. Engaged in trade with Los Rojos, Galbenii, and Zeleni.

National Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Divided and demolished among the three Soul Brothers. The regional rulers all fought for their homes and were all destroyed, except for Maurice Prȇtre who ran as soon as he heard of the coming invasion, and his people followed. Notably, Le Feu landed a strike upon the Corrupted One, but was destroyed in the process. His body was never found. Roi Vladimir d’Passarelle and his family certainly perished. Survivors resided in the abandoned Zeleni Forests until being discovered and collected by Filia Aquamarijn: General Athena Proxima during the rebuilding of the Last Kingdom. The Filii Orange have no representative in TLK’s council.

Population: ~4oo estimated. 378 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

(why is there no yellow I’m going to scream)

Filii Galbenii

Gifted the pointed vision, sharp fangs, and armored scales of the snake.

TARA AURULUI (The Land of Gold) is legally recognized as Empirical Power/s.

Government: Divided Monarchies.

(1134) Monarch(s): Reginӑ (Queen) Caliban Valentina de Ordin | Rege (King) Anamar Valentina de Ordin | Prinţ (Prince) Griffin Valentina de Ordin | Reginӑ (Queen) Stefana Justiţie de Ierarchie | Rege (King) Andrei Atingere de Loialitate | Prinţesă (Princess) Vanda Atingere de Loialitate.

National Language(s): Română, English.

National Religion: Old Originism

Natural Abilities: Summoning of lightning/light, venom-filled fangs, hyperspeed, teleportation.

Overworld. Central mainland and eastern coast. Engaged in trade with Los Rojos, Les Oranges, Zeleni, De Aquamarijnen, Y Pinc, and Le Viole.

Empirical Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): While all of the farmlands and the Loialitate Palace were entirely demolished, the Ordin and Ierarchie palaces were left nearly untouched. This was the work of the Darkness, which caused the deaths of Reginӑ Stefana Justiţie and Rege Andrei Atingere. Reginӑ Caliban Valentina and her son escaped the destruction narrowly, with Prinţ Griffin revealing that his mother was unconscious for most of it. The two of them found their way to the Last Kingdom along with the 3 other survivors they had with them. Prinţesă Vanda is said to have escaped with a maid and a guard after receiving news of her fathers death. This cannot be confirmed nor denied as her body was never found among the rubble of Loialitate. Reginӑ Caliban and her son both hold positions in TLK’s council.

Population: 8 speculated. 5 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

Filii Zeleni

Gifted the wings and antennae of the lively butterfly.

OMILJENO VRIJEME MAJKE (Mother Time’s Favorite) is legally recognized as Distinguishable Occupied Territory/ies.

Government: Chiefdom Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): Glavni (Chief) Sebastijana | Supruga (Wife) Branimira.

(1134) Intended Successor: Demalie.

National Language(s): Hrvat.

National Religion: Zeleni Polytheism.

Natural Abilities: Flight by wings, hypersensitive olfactory sense.

Overworld. Southern islands and southern mainland. Engaged in trade with De Aquamarijnen, Y Pinc, Le Viole, Galbenii, Les Oranges.

Territorial Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Omiljeno Vrijeme Majke, being a comparatively small territory, was overtaken by Darkness very quickly. Glavni Sebastijana, Supruga Branimira and their successor Demalie were forced to fight their own people and instead surrendered, not wanting to fight familiar faces. Many ran from the forests but did not get far. The only known survivor in decades was Soren Šuma, a young man who ran when he was a boy and hid under ground, discovered by Sir Light. Šuma unfortunately passed at Void’s hand while on a mission with the Third Hero, Aquamarijn Elite Clifford Calder, Sir Light, and Professor Cortés. Both the Zeleni Forests and the Galbenii Kingdoms are so overrun with Darkness that it is unsafe to traverse them and likely never will be safe.

Population: EXTINCT.

De Filii Aquamarijnen

Gifted armored scales, tails for balance, ears unlike any other Filius, and eyes that pierce the darkness to assist them in their habitat.

HEERLIJKHEID (Glory) is legally recognized as Empirical Power/s.

Government: Global Empire.

(1134) Leader(s): Keizer (Emperor) Ignaas Kramer | Keizerin (Empress) Adelheid Kramer | Kroonprins (Crown-Prince) Vincent Kramer.

National Language(s): Nederlands, español, français, română, hrvat, English, italiano, cymraeg, klakken.

National Religion: Modern Originism.

Natural Abilities: Transformation, underwater vision, some have sharp teeth or sharp fins, manipulation of liquid,

Overworld. All oceans, most of the population is located in the Blackness. Engaged in trade with Zeleni, Galbenii, and Y Pinc.

Empirical Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): The empire was picked apart by the Soul Brothers as one of the very first. They began with Central Heerlijkheid where lived the emperor’s family. Though they were encouraged to leave, both Keizer Ignaas and Keizerin Adelheid were destroyed in their own capital. Hundreds of thousands of Filii Aquamarijn fled to the surface world, where on the beaches, they were met with the Ruined One. General Athena Proxima was instructed to keep the very young Kroonprins—now Keizer— Vincent Kramer safe, and she did for several weeks with the help of her Elites. However, as the new acting leader of the Filii Aquamarijn, an assassination by skulk was sent out for the general while they traveled to the Last Kingdom. It failed, but the mindless thing managed to get its hands on several other innocents as well as Keizer Vincent, and they all were slain. The rest of the Filii Aquamarijn made it safely to the Last Kingdom with General Proxima as their representative on the council and Elite Aaron Calder as her successor.

Population: 100-150 estimated. Many more are suspected to be scattered across the Overworld. 106 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

The Filii Blue

Gifted eyes and wings and feathers and rings that pepper their body more than should be necessary.

THE GUARDS are legally recognized as Foreign Entity/ies.

Government: Heavenly Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): N/A.

National Language(s): English, español, français, română, hrvat, nederlands, somaliyeed, svenska, italiano, cymraeg, klakken.

National Religion: N/A.

Natural Abilities: All-seeing and all-knowing when residing in the World Beyond.

Heaven.

World Beyond Post-Soulstice (1152): Unguarded.

Population: EXTINCT.

Filii Indigoska

Gifted wings upon their backs and spikes upon their skin.

KUWA XIRIIRKA (Those In Contact) are legally recognized as Foreign Entity/ies.

Government: Nomadic Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): N/A.

National Language(s): Somaliyeed, English.

National Religion: Modern Originism.

Natural Abilities: Flight by wings, all-seeing and all-knowing.

The Middle World.

Middle World Post-Soulstice (1152): UNKNOWN.

Population: Indeterminable. Presumed EXTINCT.

De Filii Lila

Gifted the manipulation of magic unlike any of the other Filii with markings upon their skin.

PHANTASIENS UNDERVERK (Phantasia’s Wonders) are legally recognized as Foreign Entity/ies.

Government: Constitutional Monarchy.

(1134) Monarch(s): UNKNOWN.

(1134) Intended Royal Successor: UNKNOWN.

National Language(s): Svenska, English.

National Religion: Phantasian Mythology.

Natural Abilities: Manipulation of realms and magic.

Phantasia’s Realm.

Phantasia’s Realm Post-Soulstice (1152): Abandoned. The birthplace of the Soulstice itself was first to be torn apart. The king is now a man by the name of Einarr Förlorat. Only deemed as such because he is the only known survivor.

Population: 1.

Le Filii Viole

Gifted the ability to grow plants from any opening found in the skin (such as pores, nostrils, mouths, ears, hair seed sites, etc) when objectively positive emotions are felt.

AMORE MIO (My Love) is legally recognized as Prominent City-State/s.

Government: Chiefdom Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): Capo (Chief) Lorenzo Cielo | Capo (Chief) Juliet Cielo.

(1134) Intended Successor: Pietro Cielo.

National Language(s): Italiano, English, cymraeg.

National Religion: New Originism.

Natural Abilities: Spontaneously growing flora, creating ‘Love Potions’, identifying ‘soulmates’.

Overworld. Mainland’s southeastern forests. Engaged in trade with Los Rojos, Galbenii, Zeleni, and Y Pinc.

City-State Territorial Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Both Amore Mio and Palas Meddwl were, bizarrely, very intentional targets of the Soulstice, but there was certainly more fury targeted toward the Filii Violetto. The only remnants of their many villages and monuments are enormous craters and certain items—like bricks or pottery—that were preserved though Darkness that arrived from Ordin and through northern Zelena Forests. One of very few survivors was the scholar Amadeo Alessandro who had been traveling the known world at the time of the Soulstice. When he returned to his home village, he found it recently destroyed and slowly being withered by the Darkness. He discovered the body of his Lover among many, the son of Capo Lorenzo and Capo Juliet, Pietro Cielo. Cielo hadn’t quite died, so the two managed to share parting words. But nothing more. Alessandro somehow found his way to the Last Kingdom and was given a seat upon TLK’s council, given his connection to the previous chiefs and training in leadership. He is said to have never smiled and been somewhat unstable.

Population: ~40-70 speculated. 26 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

Y Filii Pinc

Gifted the physical abilities of many, many different kinds of wild beasts.

PALAS MEDDWL (Palace of Thought) is legally recognized as Prominent City-State/s.

Government: Chiefdom Commonwealth.

(1134) Leader(s): Prif (Chief) Iwan Gaius | Prif (Chief) Fionn Gaius.

(1134) Intended Successor: Prif (Chief) Vaughn Gaius.

National Language(s): Cymraeg, English, italiano.

National Religion: New Originism.

Natural Abilities: Animal features VARY between individuals, mind reading, memory manipulation/access.

Overworld. Mainland’s southeastern forests. Engaged in trade with Le Viole, Los Rojos, Galbenii, Zeleni.

City-State Territorial Overview Post-Soulstice (1152): Palas Meddwl and Amore Mio were targeted many years after the Soulstice initially happened in the north. However, before the Soul Brothers even arrived at Palas Meddwl, Darkness had spread over from Amore Mio, affecting even Prif Fionn and Prif Iwan Gaius. To escape, the young Chief Vaughn acted in instinct against a threat. He grabbed the nearest sharp object, one of his fathers’ fallen crowns, and killed his parents with it. He fled Palas Meddwl and made his way to the Last Kingdom, taking his seat as representative of the Filii Pinc among TLK’s council, the youngest leader, and the only known Filius Pinc still alive.

Population: Indeterminable. 1 counted in the last kingdom-wide census.

THE LAST KINGDOM’S TOTAL POPULATION: 664

[svtskneecaps]

i'm mourning the loss of purgatory's Government Assigned Team Dynamics (because i'm a sucker for shaking up dynamics and the forced interactions of people who may not otherwise have spoken) so please indulge me with your dream egg parenting group i'll start, bagi tina and rivers [i'm right]

[lonely--seeker]

I think I'm going insane. Lately my dreams have been so mundane, it wouldn't be weird if I wasn't just a person that has nightmares 80% of the time, so I now my dreams are so hard to distinguish from reality.

I wouldn't be able tell what was real from what not if it wasn't because last night I went to my doctor's appointment and I was handed new glasses by Harvey just to go back home and find out Laois was cooking something in my backyard.

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

you can tell when someone messes up at my table because I will be spouting panicked sounds of loud incorrect spanish

[seven-oomen]

One thing I would love to see is Joel speaking (and cursing) in Spanish. Bonus points of he does it around Ellie once and she very quickly learns a barrage of spanish insults and curse words that she hurls at people with frightening speed and accuracy.

¡El burro sabe más que tú! 

(English translation: Donkeys know more than you!)

¡Métetelo por el culo! 

(English translation: Stick it up to your ass!)

¡Que te folle un pez! 

(English translation: I hope you get fucked by a fish!)

Eres tan feo/a qué hiciste llorar a una cebolla

(English translation: You’re so ugly you made an onion cry)

And of course basic stuff like Pendejo (stupid), cabron (bastard), puta (bitch), Coño (cunt).

[thatoneluckybee]

foreign language classes are weird because you get demoted to first grader for 50 minutes a day

[rustycottoncandy]

Hiiihiii oc asks for uuu bc this is exactly your vibe: what sweets or candy would your ocs be? You can answer for anyone you want but let's go with Henry and Mel at least!

Hihi!! Sorry I'm a bit late for this ask!

I feel like Mel wouldn't be a single candy - like maybe one of those really sweet, sugary, soft candies that come in different flavors, but I can't really see her as only one flavor of candy.

I don't think it exists, but I think she'd be something like this:

I see her as a gummy flower with a honey-flavored hard candy as the center. Each petal would be of a different flavor, all of which being sweet. I went with tangerine, grapes, vanilla, strawberry, mulberry and pineapple specifically.

The center would be the hardest candy and the one that grounds the other petals, just like honey is what grounds her if that makes sense? She was born in a kingdom whose most important resource is honey, a substance that represents both the place and everyone in it.

The petals are sweet because she's sweet - I didn't really put much thought into the rest of the flavors other than 'she's sweet, so they're sweet'.

As for Henry, I think he'd be either something so sour/spicy that your tongue hurts and you're forced to spit it out before you get your tongue burnt or irritated, or, twisting the coin, something so overwhelmingly sweet that you are, also, forced to spit it out or you'll end up vomiting.

Henry's not a root for healthy relationships, and being friends with him ends up being prejudicial to the other person more often than not. Therefore, I think the idea him of a candy that isn't comfortable or healthy to eat would fit him.

[gayboi64564]

I decided to make a draft comic about my AU Idea. I just think it would be interesting if Hueso Found Leo right after he became an outlaw in the Hidden City. It would make it so Leo grew up as the Pizza Business grew. And it would make sense if Splintser dropped Leo in some ally in New York. Thats just my opinion. Think I should make a final draft?

[hahahax30]

What in the gringo is this book?????

[heatwa-ves]

getting so scared of ordering 😳