#this is elian script

[a-fellow-courier]

ᓘⵎߛ ᒉடᑭп ﬧ厂ߛᒭ, コᒨᓘ ᓘⵎߛ コᘂпᓟ пᘂߛᒭ ᑭᘂᓘ.  ᑮⵎﬧᓘ ᓗடᑭп ᘂப ┘ᒪᒨߛᒧ 厂ᘂп ᑮᘂᒨᒧп ᒥᒧﬧᓟ ᒭᒨ┘ⵎ ᓘᒪட┘ᓗᒭ?

ﬧ пߛடᓘᓟ ᘂப டᒪᘂᑭᓟ, ᒥߛᒪⵎﬧᒥᒭ.

ᓘᘂ ᒥᒪߛᒭߛᒪᒕߛ பᒧߛᒭⵎ டᑭ டᓘᒭ ᒥᒪடᒉߛ, ᓘᘂ ᓗߛߛᒥ ᒉᒨᒭ┘ᒧߛᒭ ﬧᑭп ᘂᒪ厂ﬧᑭᒭ டᑭ ᒥߛﬧᓗ ┘ᘂᑭпடᓘடᘂᑭ ᑮⵎடᒧߛ ᒉߛᒉᘂᒪᓟ பﬧпߛᒭ டᑭᓘᘂ ᓘⵎߛ ᒭⵎﬧпᘂᑮᒭ.

ᓘⵎߛ コᘂпᓟ пᘂߛᒭ ᑭᘂᓘ ᒭⵎᘂᑮ ᓘⵎߛ ᒪߛᒧߛᑭᓘᒧߛᒭᒭ ᒥﬧᒭᒭடᑭ厂 ᘂப ᓘடᒉߛ, コᒨᓘ ᓘⵎߛ ᒉடᑭп пᘂߛᒭ. ߛᓟߛᒭ ᓘⵎﬧᓘ ⵎﬧᒕߛ ᒭߛߛᑭ பﬧᒪ ᓘᘂᘂ ᒉᒨ┘ⵎ ﬧᒪߛ பᘂᒪ┘ߛп ᓘᘂ ┘ᘂᒉᒥᒪߛⵎߛᑭп ᓘⵎߛ ᒪߛﬧᒧடᓘᓟ ᓘⵎﬧᓘ ᓘⵎடᒭ டᒭ ᓘⵎߛடᒪ ᒧடபߛ. ᒥߛᘂᒥᒧߛ ᒭﬧᓟ ᓘⵎߛ ߛᓟߛᒭ ﬧᒪߛ ᓘⵎߛ ᑮடᑭпᘂᑮ ᓘᘂ ᓘⵎߛ ᒭᘂᒨᒧ, コᒨᓘ ᓘⵎߛᒭߛ ﬧᒪߛ ᘂᒥﬧᓕᒨߛ, ᒨᑭﬧコᒧߛ ᓘᘂ ᒭߛߛ டᑭ ᘂᒪ ᘂᒨᓘ.

ᑮⵎﬧᓘ пᘂ ᓟᘂᒨ пᘂ ᑮⵎߛᑭ ᓟᘂᒨ ᘂᒨᓘᒧﬧᒭᓘ ߛᒕߛᒪᓟᘂᑭߛ ᓟᘂᒨ ᓗᑭᘂᑮ?

ᓟᘂᒨ ┘ᒪᓟ ᘂᒨᓘ பᘂᒪ ᓘⵎߛ 厂ߛᑭᓘᒧߛ ᓘᘂᒨ┘ⵎ ᘂப ᘂコᒧடᒕடᘂᑭ, ᓟᘂᒨ ᒥᒪﬧᓟ பᘂᒪ ᓘⵎߛ ᒕᘂடп ᓘⵎﬧᓘ ᑭߛᒕߛᒪ ﬧᒪᒪடᒕߛᒭ.

ᑮⵎﬧᓘ ᓗடᑭп ᘂப 厂ᘂп ᒥᒧﬧᓟᒭ ᓘⵎߛᒭߛ 厂ﬧᒉߛᒭ? ᒥߛᒪⵎﬧᒥᒭ ᑭᘂᓘ ﬧ 厂ᘂп ﬧᓘ ﬧᒧᒧ, コᒨᓘ ᒭᘂᒉߛᓘⵎடᑭ. பﬧᒪ ᒉᘂᒪߛ டᑭпடபபߛᒪߛᑭᓘ.

The mind ages, but the body does not. What kind of cruel god would play such tricks?

A deity of irony, perhaps.

To preserve flesh in its prime, to keep muscles and organs in peak condition while memory fades into the shadows.

The body does not show the relentless passing of time, but the mind does. Eyes that have seen far too much are forced to comprehend the reality that this is their life. People say the eyes are the window to the soul, but these are opaque, unable to see in or out.

What do you do when you outlast everyone you know?

You cry out for the gentle touch of oblivion, you pray for the void that never arrives.

What kind of god plays these games? Perhaps not a god at all, but something far more indifferent.

[gaarythehooman]

An OC redesign and his new hand tattoo

[spellsparkler]

most relaxed girl in the world (who wants to kill you). everyone say hiii elias

[zapsoda]

translates your post with a different cipher

[poisonwept]

what  is  his  body,    if  not  a  grave  ?    a  temple  of  sorts,    a  shrine  to  his  ultimate  demise  :    they  often  speak  of  ‘  crimes  of  passion  ’,    but  what  becomes  of  the  crimes  of  greed  ?    his  mere  existence  a  testament  to  it  all.    he  presses  his  knuckle  to  the  web  that  separates  his  index    &    thumb  on  the  opposite  hand,    harder  still,    until  the  twinge  of  pain  is  enough  to  bring  him  back  from  the  edge  of  losing  what  little  is  left  of  the  fuse  of  his  temper.    patience  is  a  virtue,    but  it’s  finite  even  where  altan  is  concerned.    afterall,    damnation  is  not  synonymous  with  virtuous.      ❛      i  appreciate  the  sentiment,    altan.      ❜      he  doesn’t,    yet  he  does,    caught  in  the  crosshairs.    torn  in  two,    a  war  of  wills.    it  is  not  about  what  he  misses,    what  he  longs  for,    but  what  he  deserves.      ❛      do  you  really  think  it’s  that  simple  ?    that  .  .  .    un  -  complicated  ?      —      would  you  not  miss  it  at  all,    the  comfort  of  a  mosque  ?    the  familiarity  of  the  masjid  ?      ❜      he  breathes  in,    settles.      ❛      forgive  me.    i  didn’t  mean  to  snap.    you  know  i  appreciate  you.      ❜

he rarely speaks of god—not because he doesn't believe, but because god often has no place in the sea of monsters. and yet with elian, altan finds that he itches to mention his name. they're of different faiths, but it doesn't stop him from saying, "god is the same everywhere. you don't have to find the inside of a cathedral to worship, you know." @poisonwept

[zombiesama]

Fire Emblem Autistics(TM): what should I fill my prop Tome with? I want it to be able to be flipped through so I won't be gluing it shut... I'm just at a loss for what to put in it...!

I kinda want the text to all be Elian Script so I might just lorum Ipsum that fucker since like. no one who knows Elian Script is going to be inspecting it, but the again. I enjoy the idea of being Extra and filling it with canon-ish content, even if it can't be read...

[sternleer]

The Unraveling Room

Zorya, Year Four – Age Thirteen

The Unraveling Room was buried deeper than the dormitories, deeper even than the sealed Vaults where failed enchantments were stored under lock and sigil. It was whispered about in the halls of the Umbraeth Academy, often spoken of with nervous awe. Most students never saw it. Those who did were different afterward. Zorya Solmiran hadn’t expected to see her name on the summoning slate that morning. She stood in the middle of the dining hall with a spoon of half-eaten porridge frozen mid-air, staring at the line of chalk letters written in elegant, unwavering script:

Zorya Solmiran – Unraveling – Third Bell.

Elian had peered over her shoulder and whistled low. “Did you try to enchant the library again? What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Zorya had whispered, heart thudding in her chest. But “nothing” didn’t get you sent to the Unraveling Room.

When the bell tolled three, she descended alone. The stairwell leading there was narrow and arched, the stones slick with moisture and age. The further she went, the colder it became. Her breath fogged in front of her face, and the flickering blue torches lining the walls hissed as though irritated by her presence. Shadows twisted unnaturally, shifting out of sync with her movements. The final archway stood like the mouth of something ancient. Carved into its surface were unfamiliar runes, all angular and sharp. The heavy wooden door at its center swung open before she could touch it, creaking like a warning.

Inside, the Unraveling Room was vast, circular, and empty save for the wide stone circle etched into the floor. The runes glowed faintly, pale as moonlight. Above, the ceiling arched into darkness, vanishing from sight.

At the far edge of the room stood Mistress Iven. She was not tall, but carried herself with a presence that filled the space. Her robes were layered in deep navy and storm-grey, patterned with symbols only advanced students could decipher. Her silver-white hair was braided tightly, coiled like a serpent at the nape of her neck. The air around her shimmered faintly with aether.

“Zorya Solmiran,” she said, voice calm but toneless. “Step into the circle.” Zorya hesitated only a moment before obeying. As soon as her foot crossed the boundary, the world seemed to still. Her ears rang. The pressure against her skin changed—magic settled around her like a second skin, prickling with energy. “The circle,” Mistress Iven began, her eyes distant, “reads your essence. Your mind. It touches the tether that binds you to the Weave. You cannot lie to it. You cannot hide from it. Whatever you carry, it will know.” Zorya nodded once, her mouth dry. She clenched her hands to stop them from trembling. Mistress Iven lifted her hand. “Begin.”

The circle ignited in silence. Threads of silver and violet light wove up from the runes, curling around Zorya’s ankles like vines. She gasped as the lights spiraled upward, wrapping around her body, not tightly, but firmly. They sank into her skin, her thoughts. A ripple surged through her mind. And then, suddenly, her memories weren’t just hers anymore—they played out in front of her like pages flipping in a book.

She saw herself at ten, standing in front of the Academy’s black stone gates, clutching her mother’s hand. Elaria’s eyes had been unreadable then, as always. Zorya hadn’t cried when she left—she’d wanted to—but not in front of her mother.

A new memory.

She and Elian hiding behind shelves in the forbidden archives, giggling uncontrollably as a spellbook with teeth tried to chase them out.

Another—humiliation, hot and burning—failing her firecasting mid-practical. Sparks had fizzled into smoke and laughter.

Then something else.

A flash of red sky. Screams. The ground cracked open, and a monstrous shadow loomed over her. Her own voice—older, hoarse—rose in a language she’d never studied. And her eyes… Her eyes weren’t brown in that memory. They were white with light. “No,” she murmured, stumbling, but the circle held her in place. The light condensed into a shape. From her shadow stepped another her, built of flame and smoke, with glowing veins and a presence that pressed against Zorya’s lungs. Her double looked at her—not cruelly, not kindly, but knowingly. Then she reached out and pressed her hand to Zorya’s chest. A word bloomed in Zorya’s mind. Not spoken. Wake.

Zorya screamed. The runes burst into a brief, blinding flare—and then everything was still. She crumpled to her knees, trembling, heart racing as if she’d run for miles. The silence afterward was deafening. Mistress Iven approached at last. Her expression was unreadable. “What did you see?” she asked quietly. Zorya blinked up at her. “Nothing. I… I don’t know.” Mistress Iven watched her for a long moment. “Very well. You are dismissed.” Zorya stumbled out of the circle. Her legs shook all the way back up the spiral stair, and when she finally emerged into the light of the upper halls, everything felt too loud, too bright, too unreal. She didn’t tell Elian. She didn’t write it in her journal. But that night, her reflection in the dormitory mirror moved a second too late. And the ink in her spellbook began to shift into symbols she didn’t remember learning.

From that day on, something deep inside her refused to settle. And Mistress Iven, in her private chambers, wrote a single sentence into a locked leather-bound ledger:

“The Weave remembers her.”

[pebbleisgay]

a gift for my friend! the text is in elian script, feel free to translate if you'd like :)

[universeberrigarden]

Two of my main characters + their birthdays in the script I made!

Elian Stellana & Varian Lunivera

[notomys-mordax-blog]

Eye of the Pines - Devlog #1

Of course, I cheated and started in December. I want to get into the habit of doing monthly dev logs. Anyway, here's wonderwall my monthly dev log.

Art

Completed initial character designs (raw and sketchy) of all of the characters that will appear in the story.

I completed several more detailed headshots for two of the love interests (Elian and Jonah) and the protagonist. 

I completed a placeholder sprite for one of the love interests with a handful of expressions and outfit variations. 

Threw together a character reference sheet for Elian. 

Misc:

Settled on a working title. 

Wrote a completed outline (~7k words)

Got said outline into a spreadsheet: the story currently has 187 scenes, 4 different routes and 8 different endings. 

Played around with some branding and sketches for the UI design. 

Writing: 

Completed a rough draft for 10/187 scenes, it clocks in at ~10k words: I've basically finished the first chapters of one of the main 'branches' of the story, as well as the unique scenes for one of the love interests. 

My plan for tackling the writing is to complete one "route" (beginning to end in a linear fashion) at a time. 

Coding:

Set up the initial game using shawna-p's renpy template and did some low levels of customization

Got Elian's placeholder sprites into the game and re-familiarized myself for how to use renpy LiveComposite to set images working. 

Got a simple lip-flap and blink animation set up. 

Scripted the first scene (one down, 187 left to go): the animations and transitions are still a little rough, but practice makes first.

Links

[gaarythehooman]

Tattoo design for a character

[centipedve]

here is an elian script cheat sheet btw. the letters are just the shaped like the box around them (LOTTA room for creativity and stylization here :-)) + some examples so it makes more sense whats being said

oooh omg... very useful we gonna get on this!!! thank u zapsoda... lotsa room to be all creative indeed hehe >:3

[danielwege-blog]

Duas vítimas de acidente com ônibus da UFSM seguem na UTI

News https://portal.esgagenda.com/duas-vitimas-de-acidente-com-onibus-da-ufsm-seguem-na-uti/

Duas vítimas de acidente com ônibus da UFSM seguem na UTI

Seis Pessoas Seguem Internadas Nesta Segunda-Fira (7), Em decorrênia acidenthe com ônibus da Universidade Federal de Santa Maria (UFSM)Ocorrido na Última sexta-feira (4), Na RSC 453, Em Imigrante, sem Vale do Taquari. AO TODO, Passagem Sete Morreram E 26 Ficaram Feridos.

Duas Vítimas Seguem Internadas Em Unidade de Terapia Intensiva (UTI), Ambas No Hospital Bruno nascido, Em Lajeado: Emerson Andrade Dos Santos e Eliane Ravazi Matos. De Acordo com Boletim Médico ATualizado, Os dois Estão em Estado Estável.

Nenhum Hospital Mesmo, Tamboma Permanece Hospitalizada Marília Milani, Que Apprenda Quadro Clínico Estável e Está EM LEITO Convencional.

Duas Duas Vítimas Estão No Complexo Hospitalar Astrogildo de Azevedo, Em Santa Maria: Denise Estivalet Cunha e Fernanda Gonçalves de Menezes. Ambas permanecem em leitos clínicos, fóruns da uti, e têm estado de saúde considera estável.

Como Duas Appresentam fratras – Denise no Úmero (osso do Braço) e possível fratura no Pé; Fernanda Tem Fratura confirmada no Pé. Como o forame de lesões estabilizadas não é domingo e como paciente seguem sob observação, sem previsão de alta.

Karina Vieira da Silva, Por Sua Vez, Está Internada No Hospital Universitário de Santa Maria, Tambema em Estado Estável, SEM Risco.

Veja Tamboma

O Acidente

O acidenthe ocorreu na Última sexta-fira, quando o ônibus levava estudantes do curso de paisagismo fazer colégio politécico para uma visita técnica ao cactário horst, em imigrante.

Uma apuraça Ainda Ainda Terá de Cumprir Algumas etapas ATÉ ESCLARECER TODOS OS DETALHES DO CASO OCORRIDO EM IMIGRANTE. Ó que ainda não se sabe é uma velocidade em que o coletivo estava no momento da queda na ribanceira. O Tacógrafo, o Aparei que Faz a Medição, Ainda Não Foi Examinado Pelas Autoridades.

Além Disso, como Causas faz acidenthe ainda não estão oficializadas. O Motorista do ônibus Já Teria Dito, de Maneira Informal, Que veículos Estava com Freios Defeituosos E que Só Percebeu A Falha Quando Precisou Usá-Los Na Curva, Pouco Antes de Pedro O Controle do Colets. Isto Somente o Trabalho da Perícia Poderá Confirmar ao Longo da Próxima Semana. Uma investigaça ainda não colheu os depoimentos de Todos OS Sobreviventes.

TODAS AS SETE VÍTIMAS FATAIS Já Foram Identificadas e, conforme um instituição, FOI Realizada Uma Força Tarefa Entre A Prefeitura de Santa Maria, Defesa Civil, Brigada Militar, Ministrio púlico Estadual Efsm.

Como Vítimas São:

Dilvani Hoch;

Elizeth Fauth Vargas;

Fátima er copatti;

Flavia Marcuzzo dotto;

Janaina Finkler;

Mariset Maurer;

Paulo Victor Estefanói Antunes.

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[zapsoda]

ohhh okay. huh. thats fucked to me, far more complicated. this is the one i learned,, the second letter being the one you put a dot inside of

its just a different way of arranging the letters. i think it makes more sense this way just cause its also how elian script works (more or less)

[childrenofthemoonandthestars]

Elian was endlessly glad that the taxi driver wasn’t one for small talk. She was far too busy scripting what she wanted to say in her head for him to interrupt it with pointless weather chatter.

She had one chance to get this right. If that.

[mythiicsims]

Elian was endlessly glad that the taxi driver wasn’t one for small talk. She was far too busy scripting what she wanted to say in her head for him to interrupt it with pointless weather chatter.

She had one chance to get this right. If that.