#vibrating about this

[sylvan-veil]

mildly upset that there's a cultural basis but i cant think of a linguistic basis for Killjoys slang to evolve away from gendered pronouns. all three canonical major languages of the Zones (english, japanese, and spanish) have gendered pronouns T-T

[cobys-trans-agenda]

I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT LOS CAMPESINOS NEW ALBUM SOON I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM S

[shieldson]

@fatewoven / fenris asked ❛ —— ☾ ₊ ⊹ ❛ i can give you reasons not to die. ❜

He does not turn to see the elf, doesn't need to when he'd fought with that voice by his side for years, grudging as it might have been on both their parts. Any surprise he might have felt at hearing it again is dulled by the sweet numbness of alcohol. The world is blessedly treacle-slow for once. "The name Hawke seems to be enough of a reason to make a friend of death these days." in lieu of greeting. Carver gestures vaguely with the bottle in acknowledgement. "I'd ask you if you'd want some, but I know you put up for fancier shite than this."

The glass is suspiciously cloudy, hiding the nature of the ominous swill contained inside quite nicely. The concoction smells strong enough to peel paint from the walls or make a lesser man wretch. Might be piss, might have sat in the bottle for ten years too long. Either way, it burns on the way down as it aught. Carves a path of fire from gullet to belly that is a good reminder as any that he's still alive. Despite everything that would see it be otherwise. Fate and the Maker Himself and whatever else lurks out there, at this point. Pissants, all of them.

"Now," he wipes roughly at his mouth, setting the empty glass down and signaling for another. "That before or after the Taint takes me, eh?"