Veesarn's Fanmade Specials [WIP]

Instructions

Quotes: Magic e: *silence* Bossy r: I don't care about your microphones! Every time I stand next to you guys, you completely change your tone! You think you're so special? Bandit y: (Squinting with a wicked grin) Oh, don’t mind me, boys. I’m just here to slide into the end of a word and take over the "I" sound. Or maybe the "E" sound. I haven't decided yet.("Really, Y? You're stealing phonics now?) Sticky i: Don't mind me, I'm just dropping in to stick around! Ə: (Exhales a long, soft breath) /Ə/. (Translation: Relax, man. You’re- uhhhhh... is it over yet?) Cat-rin: (Squinting) You’re looking a little... geometric today, Kite. Is that a new string? Kite-lyn: (Buffeted by wind) It’s—whoosh—it’s the same old line, Cat! But these letters in my ribs are catching a lot of drag. I think the 'i' and the 'y' are fighting for dominance. Soft c: Just take a deep breath and ssssettle in... I'm as ssssmooth as a glass of iced tea in the city. Soft g: Gee! It’s just gorgeous to meet you! Let’s go for a gentle jog or maybe some gingerbread? Turquoise q: *kw... kw...* I’m so glad we’re stuck together, U. You’re the only one who doesn't mind my queue! (I was just trying to stay dry! Now I can’t tell where I end and your turquoise goo begins!) Gummi: "I am the fog in your vague memories; I am the viscosity in your internal disguise! I represent the 'que' and the 'gue' that hide in the middle of words like baguette and disguise, ensuring the logic remains thick and uncomfy." Water-elemental w: Splosh! Oops! Sorry, A, I’m just a little too pooled at the bottom today. My bad! (Stop it! Every time you get near me, I lose my 'ah' and start sounding like a round 'o'! I’m literally turning blue over here!) Pink o: Don't mind me, just passing through the word 'Mother'! I’m totally a 'U' today. Can’t you hear the family resemblance? (Hey! You’re wearing my favorite shade of pink! Stop stealing my short vowel sound, you're confusing the children!) V with only one wheel: (Voice trembling like a vibrating string) "E? Are you still there? Don't move. If you move, the whole word collapses. I can feel the gravity pulling me toward the end of the sentence! It’s—it’s too much pressure!" Lev: "Look at me closely, you over-enthusiastic vowel. Do I look like the blue, unicycle-riding V from your standard vocabulary pool?" silent h: "I'm the H, A cloud of smoke and mist. You can see me in the word, But my sound does not exist!" Fetch: "Hold the line! My job is to raise this shield and block the 't' sound completely. If I let my guard down, words like watch and catch would sound way too crowded!" Edge: "Halt! No 'd' sounds past this point! I stand at the edge of the bridge with my shield high, making sure the soft 'g' gets all the glory." Cheese: (Squeezing his eyes shut as a pepper shaker dusts his nose with black pepper) "A-a-choo! ZZZZ! Ugh... excuse me. Every time I get close to an 'E', my nose starts to buzz like a malfunctioning wire. I'm supposed to be an S, but I just sound like dairy-flavored electricity! ZZZZ-cheeseeeee." Xenon: KS? Never! When I'm at the front of the line, I'm a Noble Gas! I don't 'ks-ks-ks' like a commoner. I buzz! I hum! ZZZZZ-ylophone! ZZZZZ-enon! ZZZZZ-erox! Darkelle: "Light L is for the start of the journey. I’m the one who finishes it. Without my 'Dark' resonance, the word Fall would just float away. I pull your sound down into the back of the throat. F-aa-ll... Feel that vibration?" -le: (Blinks its large, calm eyes, looking up from behind the glowing wax. Its voice is soft, warm, and echoes slightly, like a friendly librarian) "Do not panic, little phonemes. Step into the circle of light. My flame reveals the order of the syllable law." Tissue S: (Sniffling loudly, dabbing its nose with a tissue) "Don't get too close... sniff... I’ve got a terrible phonetic allergy. One minute I'm a perfectly normal, hissing S, and the next thing you know, I stand next to a 'u' and—SHHH-tishoo! See? It completely ruins my articulation!" Cher T: (Squinting into the distance, wiping sweat from its brow under its safari hat) "We’ve ventured deep into the phonetic jungle, team. Stay alert. If you pair me up with a suffix like '-ure', my sharp tap completely breaks down. I'm a T, but the environment is forcing me to sound like a CH... na-chure... pic-chure... it’s a total linguistic mutation!" Short oo U: (Grip tightening on the joystick, eyes wide with panic) "Wait, wait! Pull back on the joystick! If you push it too far forward, I'll turn into a long 'oo' sound like rule! Keep it right here in the short zone... p-u-sh... p-u-ll... I'm holding the traction control together with my life here!" British A: (Lifting a tiny imaginary teacup, clearing its throat with immense dignity) "Oh, please. Let us have none of that flat, nasal nonsense today. When I appear in words like ba-th or cas-tle, you open your mouth wide and give it some proper posture. It’s 'ah', darling. Elegance isn't optional."