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(x) Basically the story of Sands of Inaros.
I’ve done it…I have…Yes, I did it…
“I will stay behind, to gaze at the sun. The sun is a wondrous body. Like a magnificent father! If only I could be so grossly incandescent!”
“ We are amidst strange beings, in a strange land. The flow of time itself is convoluted, with heroes centuries old phasing in and out. The very fabric wavers, and relations shift and obscure. There’s no telling how much longer your world and mine will remain in contact”
Solaire of Astora
Saint by Gigren ibn Artist
Basically what having a Tumblr blog feels like:
Hi, yes, this is my trash wall. Feel free to have a look around.
OMG everyone I know the ACTUAL story behind the gif this time! Yes, it’s in Australia– that’s a big angry goanna that wandered into a popular restaurant. All the Australians in the vicinity went OH FUCK NO and cleared off, because goannas are mean. The waitress you see there is a French exchange student, who was quoted as saying something to the effect of “I thought it was a weird ugly dog” and had no idea it was a reptile that wanted to rip her arms off. She’s been hailed as a hero who saved diners.
It’s amazing what power “not knowing” has.
The thing I especially love about this is this is a pretty dangerous animal, except she managed to defeat it by just fucking grabbing it by the tail and walking too quickly for it to turn around. Once again the animal kingdom is thwarted because we evolved opposable thumbs, long limbs, and reckless bravery.
weird, ugly dog thwarted by foreign exchange student and polished floors
my take-home lesson here is that nobody in france has ever first-hand seen a dog
no no, french dogs just be like that
unrecognizable force VS ignorant object
Accents and Dialects
Between the six major polities–those being Iacon, Praxus, Kaon, Vos, Tarn, and Crystal City–there exist several dialects native to the mecha who inhabit them. Each one is uniquely devised to reflect the culture, history, and social structure of the polity it represents.
Iacon
As the political hub and capital of Cybertron, the language is based on governmental patois.
Conversation revolves around the verbal structure of an open debate, treatise graphing, or Senate hearings.
Quick, clipped, and unerringly polite, even when it’s not meant to be.
Body mods, paint details, and personal decor imply rank, faction, caste, and political lean–it is an important abstract to the language as a whole; rarely will you find an Iaconian without one or more mods.
Body language is reserved almost to the point on nonexistence; likewise, EMF has no place in public spaces.
The language has few contractions and is always short and to-the-point among the middle- and lower-class.
Praxus
A lilting language, expressing exuberance and joy.
Colorful and overly descriptive, it is a mixing of many cultures, including its own, and thus will fluctuate from sector to sector.
Unlike Iaconian dialect, Praxian involves excessive movement and EMF patterns, and many citizens are Chirolingual; physical touch is highly important and used to convey deep emotion.
Facial expressions and motor noises–chirring, chirping, purrs, growls, and chuffing–are used intermittently with the spoken word.
Singing, though not essential, is also considered part of the local dialect.
Kaon
Brash and loud, the Kaonite dialect is less refined than the others and is considered ‘barbaric’.
Graphic use of glyphs to illustrate ideas and desires, as opposed to lengthy descriptions.
A deep, guttural language originating from vocal synthesizers attached to the engines, as opposed to vocoders, which filter air.
Excessive use of violent or wild gestures, as well as body language–flaring and tightening plating, shifting kibble, etc.
Tone is often grating, or rough, due to constant abuse of vocoders, but always passionate and exceptionally proud.
Similar to Praxus, motor noises are also common markers of the language.
Vos
As the City of the Seekers, Vosnian vernacular is heavily dependent on having a certain frametype.
Gestures play an enormous role as an integral part of the spoken language; without wings, or the knowledge of how to interpret their movements, one cannot ever properly converse in the language.
A political language, though not necessarily to the degree of Iaconian; it draws more heavily from Primal Vernacular than Basic.
Verbose, and yet articulate, the language is woven together with soft tones and a cultured, rich accent that belies a simmering passion below the surface.
A sly, secretive language preferred for making deals and negotiating contracts.
Tarn
As a militaristic polity, the language reflects the rigid social structure of Tarn in its harsh, orderly composition.
Posture alone is worth half the language; plating is always pulled tight, and facial expressions are very neutral.
Binary and code intersperse the spoken language, but EMF pulses are rarely utilized in day-to-day conversation.
Relies heavily on data emissions.
Flat and cold tones with few contractions.
The language is heavily dependent on status and military rank, which regulate how members of the different castes are to speak to one another; each caste holds a different ‘rank’, and the lower the caste, the less mecha permitted to speak to you.
Only the lowest castes rejected the strict and ordered speech, thus interring themselves in the slums where they would oft go ignored.
Crystal City
As the foremost scientific community on Cybertron, the language of Crystal City revolves heavily around binary, code, equations, and glyphs.
The language is complex, but entirely factual; some might say insufferable.
The tone is cultured, but very matter-of-fact and sometimes even described as cold or harsh.
Enunciation is key to everything, and few words have less than four syllables.
As always, there are differences between the castes themselves. The higher the caste, the more strictly one adhered to the chosen vernacular; lower castes often had their own languages, which were bastardized versions of the ‘higher’ language.
You are the wind’s interpreter. What’s it saying?
Tell Miles, the wind whispers, that he’s a little bitch.
It’s only through years of long practice that Dyta’s able to keep a straight face. The King’s name is Miles? Everyone just sort of assumed he was named after his great grandfather, King Raymus since that’s what he’s written all over the kingdom. She tries to remember if she’s ever heard of a Prince Miles–
“Well?” King Raymus (Miles) asks. He looks down his nose at Dyta, thin lips thinning further. His knuckles are white around his gaudy scepter. “What did the Wind say? Will my reign be remembered? Am I truly the greatest King across the six kingdoms?”
There’re actually 208 kingdoms, the wind hisses out from underneath the door. Which Miles would know if he weren’t a little bitch.
“Yes,” Dyta blurts out. The guards’ glares have been growing each moment she’s been silent and she’s not interested in finding out at what point they use the spears they’re holding. “Super remembered.” She brings her hands up, trying to gesture just how remembered the King is, but the shackles around her wrists hinder the movement. “The wind knows your truth, King Raymus, and it spreads that truth across the globe.”
You never interpret correctly, the wind whines through the gaps in the stone walls. You are the worst wind-speaker I’ve met in centuries.
Dyta’s the only wind-speaker in centuries. That’s why she’s in this whole prisoner mess to begin with. It’s just luck that King Mi-Raymus is vain enough to spend the majority of her captivity asking after what the world thinks of him.
There are much worse applications of her ability. Spying, for example. And assassination, though she tends to stay away from that one, much to the wind’s chagrin.
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Oh my gosh…I can’t believe that I finished this on time! ;A; I really hope that all of you guys enjoy this and have a wonderful Holiday Season!!! Thank you SO MUCH to @onetruebirb & @mako-doodles for helping me color some of the pages!!! I’d also like to thank @lickoutyourbrains @suzuverse @aggpo @rewind-the-tape-chromedome @robotlovesong13 @irritable-blujay @naturgeist93 @dragonfly-the-twink @just-a-weird-writer @furiousscribles and soooo many other lovely friends for allowing me to use their ocs, helped gather character refs for me and just giving me the support and encouragement that I seriously needed to get this project done!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS I SERIOUSLY LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!! So once again, I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!! <3 HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! MY KOFI
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I woke up in a cold sweat with nothing but this in my head. And woaH two posts in one day? HAHa I think I’m funny.
Translation because my writing is awful:
Black Shadow: Who else eats cake like this?
Tarn: You’re on the fucking list now
concept:
bullets on a really long chain attached to the gun, so that when you shoot one, you can reel it back in and reuse it