Post by azurinevebbins on Sept 16, 2019 16:27:55 GMT -6
This is a short promo when Azurine was still finding her footing during her first marriage. I am posting this as an example of what Phloriphornian originally looked like and how the dialect has evolved drastically over time. Thanks for reading.
Stubbornly Performing My Wifely Duties
A Mrs. & Mrs. Markos Promotional Response
Mrs. Alexa and Mrs. Azurine Markos return to their London flat following a strenuous session of Couples Gym Grappling. Both women, in an effort to become more comfortable, assist with shedding the other's atheltic apparel. Following an invigorating shared shower along with a wardrobe change into somewhat sensible sleepwear, our heartwarming heroines settle on viewing something entertaining on television. Of course, per usual, Mrs. Azurine Markos fetches her spouse a couple Woodchuck Ciders from the fridge. In kind, the woman better known as F.M. Young, provides a soft slap to her wife's derriere. She also kisses her forehead, strokes her hair with her left hand, and wraps her right arm across Azurine's chestal region. Their television automatically tunes into a specific broadcast...from LeonardLuv.com?!
Fleeting tiptoes of doubt ballet across Young's subconscious. She slowly envisions how "The Adorkable Angel's" match against Inga Lovegood on this upcoming episode of Assault might transpire. She can't really see "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" losing clean, but as stipulated in the contract, the onus fell more on the Markos women than their rivals. The consequential stakes would be more severe. Mrs. Azurine Markos attempts switching channels, but they are all replaying it in simulcast. Hearing the phrase "not learning your place" especially almost causes Azurine to work herself into a tizzy. "The Amoral Amazon" manages to calm her down with more hair stroking and promising to walk her at the Ballroom Disco Salsa Masquerade Club after getting ice cream from Baskin Robbins because it would be "33 Flavors Day"/March 3rd. Young tells her she's earned it because they completed four consecutive classes of C.G.G. (Couples Gym Grappling). Azurine gives her spouse an Eskimo kiss so she has time to "filter her thoughts."
Mrs. Azurine Markos: I wan-ta thank ay-ch and ay-voi-ray one of Miss-is Young's fans fa deyr un-yeh-ul-din' suh-poat. As I'm shoo-ah ya hoid, I haph ben gran-tid da chance ta clayn how-se a-gin-st Inga Luph-goof. Hoi man Lenny Lug claims my spow-se dose-int know hoi place? As I haph prob-lay sayd bay-fa...she's da hayd of ow-ah how-se hold, gray-tist gra-ploi I haph known, luph of my life, and da own-lay poi-sin I fayl safe bein' sub-miss-if ta.
And dayp down dat's what Lug is jay-lus uph. Dat a smot, gaw-jus, pow-oi-ful woman like Miss-is Young is a bay-toi, mo' na-cha-rul luph-oi who helpt me ray-lize I nay-voi nade ta fayl "da tutch of a man." Doant cay-ah what my ma-thoi Aw-dray says dat's what I bay-lave. Woant dignify what my ray-flix is, bay-cos I'm a lay-day foist and fo-most. Alsa, tis-tin' dose muh-sulls was mo' of a Suh-thoin Phla-i-pha-nay-a U-nay-voi-si-tay thin'...I wint ta No-thoin Phla-i-pha-nay-a U. Den a-gin, given how ya talk big game...ya kood try po-chin' da cu-gah from dat crayp "Poppa Slams" Slamuel Addergoole McBody, Sayn-yuh mown-tid.
On Ah-saw-lt I plan ta give a pray-vew of what's in sto' when ya mess wit a Ma-kos. Knowin' I'm woi-kin' wit Inga, it will prob-lay bay mo' catfight dan catch-as-catch-can. But I saw da fay-ah in hoi i-ze when I hit my Poi-lay Gayt-kay-poi on Ma-cus Black. It's da same fay-ah ya haph a-bowt how un-ay-vint-ful yuh nite will bay when my "A-mo-rul Amazon" saves me from bein' con-koid by yuh crin-jay class of coi-tis.
Fi-nuh-lay, I plan on stuh-boin-lay pa-foam-in' my wife-lay dew-tays...what ay-voi dose might in-tay-ul. Plant on fay-din' Miss-is Young bon-bons. Not bay-cos it's a "spay-shul time," but bay-cos dey ah day-li-shush and she likes when I do sa. Alsa, hoi once brew-st mam-a-ray gland is hay-lin' up nigh-slay. Deyr poi-fict. Plin-tay uph hay-lin' kiss-is and whatnot. And da note I end on is dis...da own-lay one gay-tin' hum-bult in dis how-se is me. Bay-cos ya ah owt-side of Casa de Ma-kos, F.M.'s gonna hum-bull ya.
The scene ends with F.M. Young finding a way to cut the video feed before Mrs. Azurine Markos performs her most mutually-gratifying "wifely duty."
English Translation: I want to thank each and every one of Missus Young's fans for their unyielding support. As I'm sure you heard, I have been granted the chance to clean house against Inga Lovegoof. Her man Lenny Lug claims my spouse doesn't know her place? As I have probably said before...she's the head of our household, greatest grappler I have known, love of my life, and the only person I feel safe being submissive to.
And deep down that's what Lug is jealous of. That a smart, gorgeous, powerful woman like Missus Young is a better, more natural lover who helped me realize I never need to feel "the touch of a man." Don't care what my mother Audrey says that's what I believe. Won't dignify what my reflex is, because I'm a lady first and foremost. Also, testing those muscles was more of a Southern Phloriphornia University thing...I went to Northern Phloriphornia U. Then again, given how you talk big game...you could try poaching the cougar that creep "Poppa Slams" Slamuel Addergoole McBody, Sr. mounted.
On Assault, I plan to give a preview of what's in store when you mess with a Markos. Knowing that I'm working with Inga, it'll probably be more catfight than catch-as-catch-can. But I saw the fear in her eyes when I hit my Pearly Gatekeeper on Marcus Black. It's the same fear you have about how uneventful your night will be when my "Amoral Amazon" saves me from being conquered by your cringy class of coitus.
Finally, I plan on stubbornly performing my wifely duties...whatever theose might entail. Planned on feeding Missus Young bon-bons. Not because it's a "special time," but because they are delicious and she likes when I do so. Also, her once-bruised mammary gland is healing up nicely. They're perfect. Plenty of healing kisses and whatnot. And the note I end on is this...the only one getting humbled in this house is me. Because you are outside of Casa de Ma-kos, F.M.'s gonna humble you.
Stubbornly Performing My Wifely Duties
A Mrs. & Mrs. Markos Promotional Response
Mrs. Alexa and Mrs. Azurine Markos return to their London flat following a strenuous session of Couples Gym Grappling. Both women, in an effort to become more comfortable, assist with shedding the other's atheltic apparel. Following an invigorating shared shower along with a wardrobe change into somewhat sensible sleepwear, our heartwarming heroines settle on viewing something entertaining on television. Of course, per usual, Mrs. Azurine Markos fetches her spouse a couple Woodchuck Ciders from the fridge. In kind, the woman better known as F.M. Young, provides a soft slap to her wife's derriere. She also kisses her forehead, strokes her hair with her left hand, and wraps her right arm across Azurine's chestal region. Their television automatically tunes into a specific broadcast...from LeonardLuv.com?!
Fleeting tiptoes of doubt ballet across Young's subconscious. She slowly envisions how "The Adorkable Angel's" match against Inga Lovegood on this upcoming episode of Assault might transpire. She can't really see "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" losing clean, but as stipulated in the contract, the onus fell more on the Markos women than their rivals. The consequential stakes would be more severe. Mrs. Azurine Markos attempts switching channels, but they are all replaying it in simulcast. Hearing the phrase "not learning your place" especially almost causes Azurine to work herself into a tizzy. "The Amoral Amazon" manages to calm her down with more hair stroking and promising to walk her at the Ballroom Disco Salsa Masquerade Club after getting ice cream from Baskin Robbins because it would be "33 Flavors Day"/March 3rd. Young tells her she's earned it because they completed four consecutive classes of C.G.G. (Couples Gym Grappling). Azurine gives her spouse an Eskimo kiss so she has time to "filter her thoughts."
Mrs. Azurine Markos: I wan-ta thank ay-ch and ay-voi-ray one of Miss-is Young's fans fa deyr un-yeh-ul-din' suh-poat. As I'm shoo-ah ya hoid, I haph ben gran-tid da chance ta clayn how-se a-gin-st Inga Luph-goof. Hoi man Lenny Lug claims my spow-se dose-int know hoi place? As I haph prob-lay sayd bay-fa...she's da hayd of ow-ah how-se hold, gray-tist gra-ploi I haph known, luph of my life, and da own-lay poi-sin I fayl safe bein' sub-miss-if ta.
And dayp down dat's what Lug is jay-lus uph. Dat a smot, gaw-jus, pow-oi-ful woman like Miss-is Young is a bay-toi, mo' na-cha-rul luph-oi who helpt me ray-lize I nay-voi nade ta fayl "da tutch of a man." Doant cay-ah what my ma-thoi Aw-dray says dat's what I bay-lave. Woant dignify what my ray-flix is, bay-cos I'm a lay-day foist and fo-most. Alsa, tis-tin' dose muh-sulls was mo' of a Suh-thoin Phla-i-pha-nay-a U-nay-voi-si-tay thin'...I wint ta No-thoin Phla-i-pha-nay-a U. Den a-gin, given how ya talk big game...ya kood try po-chin' da cu-gah from dat crayp "Poppa Slams" Slamuel Addergoole McBody, Sayn-yuh mown-tid.
On Ah-saw-lt I plan ta give a pray-vew of what's in sto' when ya mess wit a Ma-kos. Knowin' I'm woi-kin' wit Inga, it will prob-lay bay mo' catfight dan catch-as-catch-can. But I saw da fay-ah in hoi i-ze when I hit my Poi-lay Gayt-kay-poi on Ma-cus Black. It's da same fay-ah ya haph a-bowt how un-ay-vint-ful yuh nite will bay when my "A-mo-rul Amazon" saves me from bein' con-koid by yuh crin-jay class of coi-tis.
Fi-nuh-lay, I plan on stuh-boin-lay pa-foam-in' my wife-lay dew-tays...what ay-voi dose might in-tay-ul. Plant on fay-din' Miss-is Young bon-bons. Not bay-cos it's a "spay-shul time," but bay-cos dey ah day-li-shush and she likes when I do sa. Alsa, hoi once brew-st mam-a-ray gland is hay-lin' up nigh-slay. Deyr poi-fict. Plin-tay uph hay-lin' kiss-is and whatnot. And da note I end on is dis...da own-lay one gay-tin' hum-bult in dis how-se is me. Bay-cos ya ah owt-side of Casa de Ma-kos, F.M.'s gonna hum-bull ya.
The scene ends with F.M. Young finding a way to cut the video feed before Mrs. Azurine Markos performs her most mutually-gratifying "wifely duty."
English Translation: I want to thank each and every one of Missus Young's fans for their unyielding support. As I'm sure you heard, I have been granted the chance to clean house against Inga Lovegoof. Her man Lenny Lug claims my spouse doesn't know her place? As I have probably said before...she's the head of our household, greatest grappler I have known, love of my life, and the only person I feel safe being submissive to.
And deep down that's what Lug is jealous of. That a smart, gorgeous, powerful woman like Missus Young is a better, more natural lover who helped me realize I never need to feel "the touch of a man." Don't care what my mother Audrey says that's what I believe. Won't dignify what my reflex is, because I'm a lady first and foremost. Also, testing those muscles was more of a Southern Phloriphornia University thing...I went to Northern Phloriphornia U. Then again, given how you talk big game...you could try poaching the cougar that creep "Poppa Slams" Slamuel Addergoole McBody, Sr. mounted.
On Assault, I plan to give a preview of what's in store when you mess with a Markos. Knowing that I'm working with Inga, it'll probably be more catfight than catch-as-catch-can. But I saw the fear in her eyes when I hit my Pearly Gatekeeper on Marcus Black. It's the same fear you have about how uneventful your night will be when my "Amoral Amazon" saves me from being conquered by your cringy class of coitus.
Finally, I plan on stubbornly performing my wifely duties...whatever theose might entail. Planned on feeding Missus Young bon-bons. Not because it's a "special time," but because they are delicious and she likes when I do so. Also, her once-bruised mammary gland is healing up nicely. They're perfect. Plenty of healing kisses and whatnot. And the note I end on is this...the only one getting humbled in this house is me. Because you are outside of Casa de Ma-kos, F.M.'s gonna humble you.
