#good for shk!!!

[garciapimienta]

pedri, ronald and marc are literally the only thing keeping us together

[reductionisms]

arc where the gang goes back to the ghost ryoukan to help out bc its been suddenly filled to capacity (gag is that the guests are all different personas of utsuro)

[p1nkshield]

Miguel: There’s a situation where *shk*

Miguel: …One of the doc ocs *shk*

Miguel: … has *shk* *shk* CAN YOU STOP THAT PLEASE?

Peter b: If I press your finger pads the right way your claws come out! *shk* *shk* *shk*

Miguel: I am aware.

Peter b: you’re like a big cat! *shk* *shk* *shk*

Mayday: [pointing to Miguel] Kitty!

Peter b: YES! Very good!

Miguel: … *shk* Stop.

[whumblr]

Hey!!! I know I just sent an ask the other day but I didn't what to forget to ask this

Can I have a drabble where jay has a panic attack because he hears some sort of sound that zayne makes (example the click of zayne's knife).

love your writing so much!!

Have a wonderful day and get good sleep❤️

Fidgety

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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Jay didn’t mind afternoon team meetings as much, really. It was a bit of a break in the day for him, half an hour to shut his mind off, sit back, and just listen. Maybe pipe up every now and then, or zone out and mull over the words for his upcoming articles, but mainly, just, listen.

Today however, he was distracted. Or rather, kept getting distracted.

Unfortunately, Peter had a habit of clicking his pen when he was paying attention. He had one of those blue pens with a button on the side that clicked the plunger back. And he was very much paying attention now.

Normally, it wouldn’t really bother Jay and he could shut it out. But, well, first, his nerves were shot, and very close in second, the click sounded like that of Zayne’s knife. A little shk with every click and he could practically see the blade flick out in his mind’s eye. He managed to reduce his flinches with every click, blinked his eyes, twitched his fingers, skipped a heartbeat, but on the inside, everything went haywire.

He forced himself to take deep breaths, keep in control, to stop the hyperventilation from kicking in. Forced himself to focus on who was speaking, on the actual words spoken – that didn’t mean they actually hit the mark; he listened intently but the panic rising scattered the words from their sentences like leaves in the wind.

Calm down. He was safe. He was here in the office. He was—

Shk

He was down on the floor, face pressed against the wood, a heavy weight on the small of his back pinning him down.

Shk

Something cold tickled over his back. Something sharp. Pressure slowly increased and the cold tipped into his skin, breaking it, a wet hot sensation bubbling up, fighting against the cold intruding as if trying to expel it. Then it repeated itself. And again. Hot lines carved into his skin with a cold instrument, by a cold tormentor. The weight draped over his shoulders. A chuckle in his ear. The call of his name, an added fake compliment how he was doing so well—

“Jay.” Dennis’ sharp voice broke through his haze and shocked him back into the meeting room. “Could you write the suggestions down for me?”

Dennis, leading the meeting, stood in front of the whiteboard and held out one of the markers. He had a concerned look in his eyes and beckoned him over.

Jay pulled himself from his own swamp of anxiety and gratefully stood. “Yeah. Sure.” He accepted the marker and Dennis held it a split second longer than necessary. His focus was still on his discussion with Terry, but his eyes briefly snapped to Jay searching his for some form of assurance before he let go and stepped forward, resuming his talk.

Jay fully turned towards the board to hide his face. He squeezed his eyes closed for a second, let out a long exhale, and uncapped the marker, facing the group again.

Shk

Something pressed against his stomach, something cold, sharp. A sharp gasp and he made a tiny jump backwards. But he quickly calmed down again when he realised it was only the magnetic tray for the eraser stuck to the whiteboard.

As one of the other team members was speaking, Dennis slowly walked over to Peter, tapped on the table to get his attention and gestured his fingers down. Peter got the message and put his pen away. A little something about Dennis Jay greatly admired. He himself would never do that, scared of being accused of making a fuss about nothing, inviting confrontation. But Dennis not only did it, he did it without even saying a word, without making the other feel bad.

And best of all: he did it for Jay.

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@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @hurtmebeautifully @rougenoirofthepurpleterror

@susiequaz12 @whump-me-all-night-long @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @im-just-here-for-the-whump @restrainthenmaime

@freefallingup13 @whatwasmyprevioususername @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @firewheeesky @redstainedsocks

@whumpawink @break-so-beautifully @approach-me-and-ill-cry @painsandconfusion

@afabulousmrtake @wormwriting @soopytime @whumpedydump @pickleking8

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[stilesofnorth]

REASONS TO LOVE THE GLORY PART 2

WE HAVE A perfect anti-heroine. She doesn't pull random crap from any direction and have a new motive every time she loses a loved one. (yeah, she doesn't wait for someone to die to get her shit together either)

She isn't trying to save the world, she is just trying to move on and yet she manages to save more people than what most leads can.

She doesn't half ass shit, she took 20 years to fully fund her plan, get an education and fucking get them all.

She is actually a good person, nobody on this drama as a character has to vouch for that or explicitly say how charming she is. SHE JUST godamn gives her biggest bully time to surrender and go to police herself so she wouldn't have to take revenge and her family wouldn't be suffering.

She is self aware, revenge isn't the best way to do it so she plans to off herself but the people around her know she don't deserve it. There is no scene in the drama where Dongeun's revenge is glorified to a point it seems its okay for antiheros to do fucked up shit with some cool instrumental playing in the bg(scene where MDE calls JJ to get the pervert straight in line, she accepts it is crappy since yesol and HDY had to sort of see that)

She gives people what they deserve, and she finds happiness(she shouldn't have to earn it but she does)

SHE isn't perfect but she does try to have sympathy for people who have been by her side and looks out for them.(reasonable, no love at first sight nonsense, all the people she helped have proved their worth around her.)

She isn't getting justice for the whole world just the ones who have been through the same shit as her and logically tries to make a coherent plan do it all.

DID I say she don't have any supernatural strengths like she breaks down, has ptsd and requires support from YJ's character.

She doesn't wear cool suits and ramps around everywhere to deliver retribution but she kinda plays people like guitar strings and have them kill eo(thanks to her years of stalking skills)

Chemistry between two characters in this drama isn't bait for you to watch this drama. The drama itself is the bait, SHK is fine as hell. As much as I love a romance, this one is just fine as it is.(LDH and SHK are a cute duo, not everything needs to be angsty. Some things are nice when two nice people are together and in love. I'll die on this hill.)

I am voicing my concern for people who don't find LDH and SHK's chemistry palpable. SHK and Jung Sungil look good but ldh and shk flow better. Given the fact, this show has a character who went through a lot, why would she ever choose the bully's ex over a ray of sunshine?

There is no miracle bird that saves the day so the writing gets all the credit lol.

SIDE NOTE: This might be Song Hye Kyo's best drama but also the the best drama out there. some of y'all should not forget this girl has been on the top for over 20 years for a reason. I'd love to see well written stories written around main characters such as this but there aren't many. Multilayered female characters who are not in romance dramas >>

[aikoiya]

Gerudo Language 3.5 - Verbs

Here is the Gerudo alphabet:

And this is what I think the Gerudo's numerical system would look like based on the above alphabet & my personal headcanons.

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I am basing this all off of both official Nintendo approved words, a bunch of other people's ideas, as well as a mix of Egyptian, Middle Eastern, Sanskrit, & Hindu words & random shit that I pull from betwinxt my booty-cheeks. So, be warned.

For the rest of my Gerudo Language Series, go here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 3.5, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, & Part 7.

Words with a * at the front indicate that I'm not the one who thought it up. Basically, a disclaimer.

A lot of them are likely from Va Ehenihv's site, so if anyone from there comes across this & wishes for me to remove some things from here, I am more than willing to discuss.

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Pronunciation & Diacritics:

When ' (called a 'Khàmza) is both proceeded & followed by a consonant, the 'uh' sound is added in between when spoken, but when it's proceeded or followed by at least 1 vowel, it isn't. Unless, it's proceeded by an 'H' that, itself, is proceeded by a vowel. Then, the 'H' is also treated as a vowel. Or when the consonants on both sides are the same. In which case, the 'uh' is not pronounced. Eg. Sol'let is pronounced like 'solet.'

'J' either sounds like 'y' or like 'zh'/'jh' depending on the letter before it. 'Zh' or 'jh' as in 'zhuzh it up' or 'give it some jhoojh,' so sort of a buzzing or engine-revving sound. If the proceeding letter is a vowel or a vowel & an 'h,' it sounds like an 'h,' but if it is a consonant or the start of a word, it sounds like 'zh'/'jh.' In the case of being proceeded by a 'd,' the 'd' is silent, but the 'j' still behaves as if proceeded by a consonant. However, if the 'j' is proceeded by ', then it automatically makes the 'jh' sound.

Rr is pronounced like the rolling Spanish "rr."

X is pronounced either like "sh" or "zh" depending on the situation. Except for when it's proceeded by an "h" or ', at which point, it comes out sounding like "sk" or "shk."

A is pronounced like "uh."

Á is pronounced like "a," as in "bat." (When spelled in English phonetically, it's written "bæt" with a hard "a.")

À is pronounced like the "a" in "are."

Ā is pronounced like "ay," as in "day."

E is pronounced with the short "e" sound.

È makes the "eh" sound.

É makes the "ey" sound.

Ē makes the long "e" sound.

I makes the short "i" sound, like the "ick" in "sick."

Ï makes the long "e" sound, same as "ē."

Ī makes the "eye" sound.

O sounds like the short "o" sound, as in "on," "off," or "long."

Ó sounds like "oo," but shorter.

Ō sounds like the "o" in "home."

Ô sounds like "aw" or "ow."

U sounds like "uh," same as "a." Also sounds like the "i" in "third" or the "ea" in "earn" depending on how it's used.

Û sounds like "oo," but longer.

Ù sounds like the "oo" in "pool."

Ú sounds like the "oo" in "book."

Ae sounds like "hah" with a lot of breath in the "h"s.

And this is how I think the diacritics would be spelled.

Ā, É, & Ī all have 2 ways to write them, the 1st of each listed being considered formal & proper, while the 2nd listed are consider informal & casual.

I've also made a few digraphic characters.

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Also, if you happen to see repeat words, like same Gerudo word used multiple times for vastly different things, I'd very much appreciate a heads up.

Grammar:

Names do not have ' in them as a rule.

-'ōt (Pronounced: -oht) = Very or so. Eg. Sàv'ōt means "very good" or "so good." Sàv'ōt being used as praise or to complement cooking or in other, more intimate situations.

-'té (Pronounced: -tey) = -th, -rd, -nd; a specified number in a numbered sequence. Eg. Uàf'té (Pronounced: oo-ahf-uh-tey) means 8th. The letters are regularly smaller than the number & are arranged one on top of the other in a column.

-'è = Suffix indicating "of." To be placed at the end of what is possessing. Eg. Goddess of the Sand would be Geru'è Vallah.

-'jï (Pronounced: -jhee or -zhee)= Possessive suffix. So, if something belongs to Aaqlet, then it's Aaqlet'jï. Much like with -'té, the 'j' & 'ï' are also smaller than the rest & stacked on top of each other in a column.

-éda = -ing. Suffix indicating that something is happening right now.

-'úl or úl (Pronounced: ool) = Indicating that something happened in the past. Past tense.

-en or -n = An indication of a word being plural. Both are technically correct, but 'en' is considered proper grammar. Some words already end in '-n' & when it isn't proceeded by an 'e,' you can just tack '-en' to the end. Making '-n' into '-nen.'

- -ae = Another way to indicate plurality. This is typically done when the word ends in '-a.'

Ih'- = A or an. Used as a prefix to a word.

Adï'- = Adoptive or surrogate. Used as a prefix.

Dōr'- = -less. To be without something.

-īs = -ful. To be full of something.

Kōli'- = Every-. Used as a prefix indicating all of something.

Muhs'- = Not or un-.

-ubé = -tion.

*Dulï'- = Any-. Used as a prefix in words such as anywhere, anything, anyone, ect.

- *Dulï'vomoq = Anyhow.

- Dulï'zī = Anyone.

- Dulï'mihd = Anywhen.

- *Dulï'fihk = Anywhere.

- *Dulï'fàyo = Anymore.

- *Dulï'xakè = Anybody.

- *Dulï'rekàna = Anything.

- *Dulï'tïto = Anytime.

-xē = An indication of something being more. Such as deeper, bigger, greater.

Wahl'- = And. Used as a prefix for the last item in a list.

Al'- = The. Traditionally has the ', but in situations where other prefixes are applied, the 2 prefixes are merged.

-qiz = Suffix used to mean “-en.” Like, awaken.

-ūn or -ám = -en or -an, but as in, a state of being something.

Lï'- = To. Used as a prefix to indicate an action, but only when "to" is necessary. Eg. Lï'kaa is "to do."

Yà- or -yà = Little or small. Used as either a prefix or suffix to indicate a diminutive. Often used in terms of endearment.

- Yàrï- or -yàrï = Tiny or teeny, but specifically in reference to the object of the speaker's attentions' cuteness as a side-effect of said smallness. Like, an ultra diminutive. Often used in terms of endearment as a suffix & is basically baby talk. - Vai will also often sing "yàrïyàrïyàrï~" at babies or puppies or kittens as a way to say how sweet & cute they are, thus being the equivalent to "coochi-coochi-coo," but what they're actually saying is "tiny-tiny-tiny." - Conveys great affection, but is strictly for platonic or parental use. Not normally for romantic use. Also often used to indicate an infant form of something, but in a baby-ish way. Eg. Gàtïyàrï for kitten. But it's used in a way so as to say, "Look at this little baby cat! Isn't it precious?!" So, not used as an official or scientific term.

-zī = One. Can be used as a suffix in addressments.

Và'- or Và- = A prefix referring to a female. Was once used to shorten long feminine terms, but is now used regularly.

Vo'- or Vō- = A prefix referring to a male. Was once used to shorten long masculine terms, but is now used regularly.

Ran or Dā- = Great, big, or glorious.

Fé or Nae = In. Also used as a prefix.

- Févūju or *Naevūju = Inside.

- Fé'lï or Nae'lï = Into.

Ta'- or Ta = Out.

- Ta'letraq = Outshine.

Vataa = Or.

- Taa or -taa = Or. Shorthand. Also used as a suffix at the end of items in a list of options.

Indicitive Prefixes:

*Nï’- = I (verb).

*So’- = You (verb).

*Fu’- = He (verb).

*Va’- = She (verb).

*Ween’- or Wēn’- = (Inclusive) We (verb).

*Neen’- or Nēn’- = (Exclusive) We (verb).

*Soen’- = Ya'll (verb).

*Foon’- or Fùn’- = (Masculine) They (verb).

*Vaan’- = (Feminine) They (verb).

*Shūn’- = (Masculine & Feminine; specifically in the plural sense, not for singular use) They (verb).

In modern days, when an indicative is followed by a verb, it can be used as a prefix for that verb.

Possessive Suffixes:

-nï = My.

-so = Your.

-fu = His.

-va = Her.

-ween = Our & your.

-neen = Our, not your.

-soen = Ya'll's.

-foon = Masculine their. This term has been nearly lost.

-vaan = Feminine their.

-shūn = Masculine & feminine their. Used to indicate that there are either both men & women or that the speaker isn't sure. For plural use only.

When not used to indicate possession, should be accompanied by a ‘. For instance, "bury me" would be Biru'nï. Otherwise, the word comes out more like "my bury," which makes very little sense.

Verbs:

When unaccompanied, verbs end with a "ù." The "to" at the beginning is generally just implied, but when the "to" is used in an actual sentence, the word starts with "Lï'-."

When "to be" words are actively used & require the "be," they start with the prefix "Zeq'-" or "Zo'-."

When both are required in the sentence, use "Lïzo'-."

When a verb requires “get,” it starts with the prefix “Tah’-.”

Zeqù = To be.

- Zù = To be. Shorthand.

- Zo = Be.

*Uayù = To have or own.

*Kaalù = To do.

Dù = To go.

*Yàkù = To carry.

Balù = To bring.

- al'Ântri’è Balïj = The Bringer of Demise.

Lhàrmsikù or Lhàrmkù = To hold.

- Lhàrmkah = Holder.

Sanhītù = To bear.

- Sanhītumù = To endure.

Litufūpàrù = To loom overhead.

Dôrù = To turn.

- Dôrnae'lù = To turn into.

- Dôrnae'lï = Turn into.

Zo'kodīqù = To be tight.

- Kodīqiz = Tighten.

Yajàbù = To wonder.

Tokhù = To open.

Haeduthù = To happen.

Jōshtànù = To sing.

- Jōshtàno = Sing.

- Jōshtia = Song.

Pàrasnù = To make.

Zo'kitabù = To be satisfied, satiated, or sated.

- Kitabae = Satisfy, satiate, or sate.

Zo'xànù = To be certain or sure.

*Qasù = To become.

Àmlōtù = To accept, agree with/to, or have a positive opinion.

- Àmlōta = Accept.

Īnshù = To will.

Yasheù = To feel.

*Xïhnù = To taste.

Hàvmaeù = To hear.

Pachūnù = To touch.

*Vur'nù = To see.

- Vur'hyaanù = To watch.

Nolù = To offer.

- Noli = Offer.

*Kàlù = To take.

Aktù = To give.

*Sāqsù = To live.

*Sorqù = To die.

Vashorqù = To destroy.

*Uàrù = To break.

- Uàrïr = Breaker.

*Situkolù = To dominate.

Gàtagù = To kill.

Uregàtù = To murder.

- Uregàta or Urego = Murder.

Gib'balù = To execute. Lit. “to bring death.”

Ghéshtànù = To conceive or create.

Nihayàntù = To end. To bring an ending. To close. To finish. To terminate. To bring terminatus.

Ântù = To end, conclude, finish, close, cease, doom, terminate, termitus, expire, expirate, evanish, surcease. Can be used to mean “to bring an end to something or someone in a dramatic fashion.”

Hālákù = To destroy, perdit, bane, end.

Vīlumaaptù or Vīluptqïràdù = To make extinct. Indicates something of a finality. To smother or snuff out.

- Vīlumaapti = Extinct. Indicates something of a finality. Smother or snuff out.

*Kàlehbù = To finish or complete.

Upyàzù = To visit.

Syātù = To pick/pluck.

Tàrāmbàstù or Tàrāmekù = To string something together. Ex. A necklace or words.

- Tàrābàsta or Tàrāmeka = String together.

Bīvtekù = To enchain. Lit. “to chain together.” Refers to the act of enchaining, or state of being enchained. As in, to chain or link together.

- Bīvteka = Enchain.

Sitaklàtù = To drape.

Tàzkrutù = To decorate.

Vistaarù = To expand.

Vistaar'ūpù = To expand upon; to explain.

- Vistaar'ūpàr = Expand upon.

Làgatù = To seem.

Hibù = To like. As in having a positive opinion of something.

- Nahibù = To dislike.

*Sahqaz'nù = To wish.

Tumainù = To hope.

Saarqù = To prepare.

- Saarqubé = Preparation.

*Būjù = To steal.

- *Màgbūjù = To steal (food).

- *Vībūjù = To steal (jewelry).

- *Rūbūjù = To steal (rupees).

- Chibūjù = To steal (a heart).

-- Chibūjhōr & Chibūja = A thief who steals hearts. Used to refer to heartbreakers, casanovas, lotharios, femme fatales, homme falates, ect. Regardless, it's used to mean someone who is charming, suave, but also dangerous. Though, mostly for your heart.

*Vaaqontù = To say/tell.

- *Sabottù = To speak/talk.

*Vaq'ribù = To laugh.

Rakàdù = To cry/weep.

Bokàdù = To weep/sob.

Huzkàdù = To grieve.

Yōjaytù = To connect.

Ehnyiqù = To tease.

Yukarsù = To flirt.

Judhaanù = To entice.

Qàblzù = To kiss.

Īmtù = To suck.

*Nonù = To hate.

- *Muhslàrnonù = To hold a grudge. Literally, "long hate."

*Màtù = To love (romantically).

- Màtu or Màt = Love.

- Zo'màtù = To be in love.

Tah'màtu'kàvtù or Tah'màt'kàvtù= To get married.

- Zo'màtu'kāvtù or Zo'màt'kāvtù = To be married.

Shàqù = To adore. Implies passionate affection & emotional investment. Can be used romantically. But when used alone, can also just express something you are legitimately passionate about. Regardless, It is associated with very deep & overwhelming feelings of affection. The use of Shàq always indicates a level of emotional investment & showcases an intensity that is endemic of deep-seated affections. When using it in reference to a hobby or passion, it displays strong commitment & enthusiasm. For instance, saying “Nï’shàq jōshtànéda” suggests that singing isn't just something you do casually, but rather something they consider to be a big part of their life. - I got the idea from the Arabic terms, Ana a'shaquka & Ana a'shaquki.

- Màtushàqù or Màt'shàqù = To love passionately.

- Zo'màtushàqù = To be deeply in love.

*Qabù = To want.

*Ehnù = To need.

- *Ehna = Need.

Āmàlù = To love (platonically or familially) or to care.

- Āmàl or Màl = Love (platonically or familially) or to care.

Hōmútakù = To lust for.

Nonmútakù or Tūs’mútakù = To find abherotic. To lust after someone you hate. Implicates a desire to dominate. Heavily associated with the idea of conquest. Psychosexualism.

Tūsatù = To dominate.

Fïtaanù = To enthrall. As in, to fascinate, mesmerize, seduce, echant, or bewitch.

- Mohdaasù = To thrall or enslave. As in enthrall; take captive. The state of being under the control of another person. Can be used to refer to one who is enslaved. Can also be used to refer to one under mind control.

Vákhya’tù = To imprime. Meaning to drive one's prey from their shelter.

- Vákhya'ta = Imprime. Lit. “to drive out.”

Yinaetárù = To enchase. 1) To set something into something, such as a gemstone. 2) To decorate with jewels or with inlaid ornaments. 3) To cut or carve, as with a weapon.

Bàzimayù = To scourse. Meaning to barter or exchange.

*Saadï'qù = To dance.

- Saadïna'qù = To dance passionately.

- Dïna'qù = To dance passionately. Shorthand.

- Judhaadïna = A passionate & fiery dance of enticement. Meant to attract a match by drawing a target into dancing with. Though, the more forward dancer may even simply sweep the individual that they're interested in into it.

*Vuqu'ambù = To walk.

*Uayù = To have or own.

*Vīqaanù = To know.

- Vīnù = To know. Shorthand.

*Strunù = To sell.

*Zo'rijù = To be sorry.

- *Rijō = Sorry.

Yàsanonsorqù = To forgive. Literally, “to let hate die.”

Letráqù = To shine.

Yasmàù = To allow.

- Yasmà'nï = Allow me.

Yàsaù = To let.

Kàrakù = To crank.

*Pàrmàgstù = To cook.

- *Brukākù = To bake.

- *Vlihngsù = To whip (as in cooking).

- Lobmàgù = To fry.

- Maezù = To mix/stir/combine.

- Shifamàgù = To grill.

- Tahnù = To grind.

- Fàzù = To beat (as in an egg).

- Sarù = To grate.

- Mahklù = To sift or separate.

- Sharù = To slice.

- Sharï = Slice.

- Qaxàrù = To peel.

Taqhànù = To distill.

*Pungù = To poison.

Makalù = To eat or consume.

*Hïhxù = To hunger.

- Zo'hïhxï = To be hungry.

- *Hïhxï = Hungry.

Màvātù = To feast.

Lràbù = To drink.

*Sekàjù = To thirst.

Zo'plexù = To be full.

- Plexō = Full.

Plixù = To fill.

*Laemedù = To swallow.

- *Laemedo = Swallow.

- Sāflaemedïr = Sword-swallower. An entertainer able to swallow swords. Alternatively, also used to refer to one who is especially skilled with swallowing “swords.”

Balù = To bring.

Zo’nerxù = To be wise.

Takàthurù = To breed.

Nàkahù = To fuck.

Vamàtù = To make love.

*Fāntù = To raise or rear (as in a child).

- *Fānta = Raise or rear.

Qûtù = To fall.

Birù = To bury.

Tumainù = To hope.

Yahdurù = To attend.

*Sàreqù = To praise; be thankful.

Fàsïhù = To divide or separate.

- Manfàsï = Division or separation.

*Uàrù = To break.

- Uàrïr = Breaker.

*Situkolù = To dominate.

*Zo'hehferù = To be afraid.

Zo'pashārù = To be wary.

Sàv'pashārù = To beware. Literally, “to have good wariness.”

Nerx'pashārù or Nérpashārù = To beware. Literally, “to have wise wariness.”

Zo'pashù = To be aware.

*Zo'jajànù = To be angry.

Zo’kātitù = To be bitter.

*Saktàrù = To abandon.

*Yusabù = To abuse.

*Otdanù = To accuse.

*Vemehnù = To adhere.

*Ehstejàmù = To anticipate.

Xipù = To argue.

Kalrànù = To arrest.

*Bràntù = To advise.

*Lōmatù = To answer.

*Qorù = To ask.

*Zo'muhsqorosù = To be loyal. Literally, "to be unquestioning."

Vinyàchù = To beg. Lit. “to humbly beseech.”

- Vinyasmù = To pray. Lit. “to humbly request.”

*Jkàrù = To assist or help.

- *Jkàdalù = To save or rescue.

- *Jkàdalï = Save or rescue.

Yarràktù = To protect.

*Sulpinù = To attack.

*Jomedù = To choke.

Vinyù = To humble.

*Dīstù = To bathe.

*Kàlehbù = To finish or complete.

*Vlïngsù = To whip (as in attacking or flogging).

*Pehmehstù = To hunt.

Yàzrupù = To plant (something in the ground).

*Īhtïhlàgù = To respect.

*Kàvtù = To bind.

- *Zo'kāvtù = To be bound.

Surrù = To pleasure.

Isûlfetù = To do or commit evil.

Yunqù = To infuse.

- Yunqae = Infuse.

- Yunqaerib = Infusion.

Zo'aembù = To be just.

- Aemba = Justice.

Xulù = To sew.

- Xularàzù = To embroider.

Kilù = To knot or tie.

- Ih'kilu = A knot.

Yànlinasù, Nūsjù, or Būntù = To weave.

- Būnti = Weave.

Koyusa = Style.

- Uay'koyusù = To have style.

- Zo'koyusù = To be stylish.

Yuelù = To declare.

Ïdeaù = To claim.

Shàrikù = To partake.

Làgù = To sleep.

Spànù = To dream.

Umehù = To wake.

Ledpù = To tire.

Bàrumù = To weary.

- Dunlàm = The world.

- Bàrulàm = World-weary; melancholy.

- Sâdad = A solemn & melancholic feeling of longing.

Nàhadù = To rise.

Laashàmù or Shàmomù = To wax (as in the moon).

- Shàmoma = Wax.

Laawàltù or Wàltadù = To wane (as in the moon).

- Wàltada = Wane.

Zo'mithù = To be with.

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[3-2-whump]

The Party

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TW/CW: public humiliation, pet whump (I think?), objectification, whumpee on display, whumpee being talked about as if not even there, light microagression towards whumpee (?) This is fun to tag.

By now, Khaled should’ve been used to hearing the faint sound of metallic clinking as he walked. His owner used to bind his feet in cuffs for nearly a year straight when he had first come into his home, leaving just enough chain in between to walk comfortably and not an inch more. That was nearly six years ago, yet even hearing the faint shk shk shk of shimmering chains whenever he moved mentally transported him back to boyhood, when he was scared, shy, and didn’t know what was going on or what was expected of him. Much like tonight.

“Stand up straight, pick up your feet, and don’t look so glum,” Thomas chided.

Easy for you to say, Khaled thought as he eyed his fully dressed owner in envy. The mafia boss was dressed in a three-piece suit as usual, though he had changed into one of the more expensive ones for tonight’s function, a charity ball of some sort. The garnets set into his golden cufflinks glowed like freshly shed blood under the foyer’s lights as he gestured at him.

Khaled wore gold and garnets of his own, except they were…everywhere. They were in his earrings, in his nose ring, studded like pomegranate seeds in his necklace, acting as connection points in the harness-like body chain draped over his bare chest and torso –he was covered in them and still felt naked. A sheer and silky fabric tied unskillfully around his waist matched the color of the sanguine jewels and provided the only shred of modesty in this obscene outfit. Khaled prayed it would not fall off, but he did not favor his chances.

At least I get a break from that chastity cage, he consoled himself.

He straightened his posture and adopted a more neutral expression. His master smiled. “Good boy,” he said, and yet the usual praise did not ease the nervous churning in his gut. The golden bracelets on his wrists, matching the bands on his ankles, clinked softly as the man reached out to squeeze his hands in reassurance. “You look beautiful,” was all he said to him before he dropped his hand and parted the large doors to the ballroom.

Khaled’s skin seared hot under the chandelier lights as he felt the gaze of every patrons’ eyes on him. Keeping his eyes focused on some neutral midpoint ahead of him –like that potted plant, yeah, is that even real? –he followed his master into the fray, swallowing nervously as he heard the heavy doors close behind him. It felt like everyone was staring at him, and from the glances he dared to take from his periphery, he understood why. Every other patron was dressed in formal attire. Even the few escorts he saw -and he could recognize a fellow sex worker when he saw one- were dressed more modestly than him. At least their chests were covered! His face burned with embarrassment, a blush that probably rivaled the cerise garnets, all the way down to his collarbones.

The boss stopped, finally, and so did he as they settled into the corner of the ballroom. They stood next to the bar and very close to the table laid out with several dozen little canapes. Khaled’s stomach loudly rumbled and his mouth pooled with saliva just looking at them. He hadn’t eaten since lunch, which was nearly eight hours ago. He glanced at his master, who was currently receiving a glass of whiskey from the bartender, and he carefully stretched a hand out to reach for the tartlet-thing closest to him.

“No.” His bracelets jingled as his hand was swatted away like he was a misbehaving pet. His master stared down at him as he threw back the shot of whiskey. Khaled drew his hand back to his side. “I’ll feed you when we get home, if you’ve been good, that is.” He sighed, but reluctantly nodded. He cast his gaze down to his sandaled feet as he tried not to think about the ever-present food and the persistent gnawing of his stomach.

A pair of expensive black leather shoes stepped into the top of his vision. “Thomas, so glad you could make it,” the unseen stranger greeted.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” his owner replied, a polite smile in the tone of his voice.

“So, who’s this?” The stranger’s attentions were on him.

“This,” he said boastfully, “is my darling, my dearest, my worst-kept secret!” Khaled wanted to shrink away from the attention, but has master’s hand on his waist reminded him not to. “Come on, Khaled!” He summoned his courage to look up. An older man with a pot belly and a short, dour-faced wife on his arm was appraising him curiously, as if he was an exotic item and not a person. Smile, damn it, an impatient voice rang in his head. He flashed them a shy smile as he looked at them through his kohl-rimmed lashes.

“Your intern?”

“My ‘intern’,” his master clarified.

“He’s a pretty one, how long have you had him?”

“Oh, about six years now, come this spring.”

“Wow! Well, you’ve obviously been taking great care of him!” It was so obvious that this stranger wanted to do more than just look at him, with the way his fat fingers practically vibrated in excitement.

 “Six years?!” a second guest –a tall and thin woman– gasped. Khaled realized by now they had attracted a small crowd of partygoers to the bar, all with the intent to sneak a peek at Don Costa’s boy toy. He ducked his head in shame.

“Mine didn’t even last six months!” the woman whined, trying to garner sympathy.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I just got lucky, I guess,” Thomas shrugged.

“Tell us, how is he in bed?” another guest asked.

“Good, though there’s not much skill in lying back and taking it!” A chorus of laughter accompanied his master’s. He found a scuff on the hardwood floor and pretended that was the only thing that existed.

“Does he speak?” yet another faceless guest asked. The whole semicircle of gawkers fell silent. Khaled dared to look up. All eyes were on him.

“Well, go on, boy, say something,” his master directed.

Khaled wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow him whole.

“W-what should I say?” he asked nervously.

An irreverent number of oohs and aahs erupted from the small entourage.

“Not even the faintest hint of an accent!” the first man exclaimed. “Now tell me, Tom, did you train him to speak that well?”

“No,” his owner admitted, “I mean, I hired a tutor to teach him English, but he trained the accent out of himself on his own.”

“Why, though?”

The stretch of awkward silence indicated they were waiting yet again for Khaled to speak, that they wanted him to answer. Khaled shifted his eyes to the floor again, swallowing past the discomfort of being scrutinized this closely. “Because… I didn’t want to stand out.”

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“You were amazing!” Thomas complimented Khaled as he watched him shovel take-out falafel pita into his mouth like it was his first meal in days.

“So, this was just a one-time thing, right?” his beloved slave asked, cheeks distended with half-chewed falafel.

“Hey, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Thomas chastised him, “I trained you better than that.”

Khaled swallowed the food and apologized under his breath. “And to answer your question, who knows? They couldn’t keep their eyes off you,” he smirked pridefully. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, either. He glanced from the road over to his passenger in the car. Khaled had looked every bit as alluring as he had imagined when he was covered in gold and jewels and blood red silk. He would never admit he was hard for nearly the entire time they were at the party, but the evidence probably spoke for itself through the bulge in his slacks. “It’s no wonder though. Red is a good color on you.” And I want to see what you look like in blue next, he mentally added. “I just might drag you out to other parties in the future if we get attention like that.”

Khaled set his stub of a pita down on his lap. Thomas couldn’t help but grimace; what if it left a stain? “Do I have to dress like this again?” the young man asked, though his defeated tone told him he already knew the answer.

“Oh, don’t be so sad about it, you were gorgeous!” I thought about nothing but how to get you alone for the entire time we were there!

“I was nearly naked, Master. In public. In front of strangers. Does that not bother you?”

“So? I like to show off what’s mine,” he shrugged. “Look, when you’re free, you can choose to wear whatever you want, but until then, you’ll put on whatever I give you, okay?” Khaled slumped further into the car seat. Maybe it was a bit cruel to tease him with the freedom he’d never willingly give him. Thomas sighed, feeling a little guilty. He reached out a hand to pat a silk-covered thigh. “It won’t be very often, I promise,” he reassured him.

“Yes, Master,” his pet murmured.Thomas smiled. At the red light, he leaned over to kiss the side of Khaled’s sauce-stained lips.

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No More | 6 | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: SO YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT??? NO. i just didn’t know how to write LMAO this is just a filler chapter

dedicated to my lovelies, @as-is-above-so-below @peachesofteal @halfmoth-halfman

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT. fingering, oral (fem receiving). Simon is bad at feelings and having a relationship, but we know this

summary: It’s late at night, you’re upset and trying to communicate to Simon how to be better in your relationship - except his idea of apologizing is far from what you expected.

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Cerberus is always asleep before you even get out of your shoes, your lovable dog launched himself into his bed and was out like a light as soon as your keys were sat on the counter. Simon moved around you and into the kitchen, grabbing an apple as you tugged off your coat. You placed it on the kitchen island, eyes glanced at your boyfriend since his were very clearly trained on you.

“‘m takin’ a shower.” You mumbled, hand reached up to pull your hair out of its tie. Hair tumbling to frame your face as you stretched your arms above your head, a few bones cracked in your arms and shoulder before you turned to leave the kitchen.

“Maybe I should join you.”

Your hand settled on the doorway of the room, eyebrows instantly knitted together as you looked over your shoulder. “…No?”

His hand slowly pulled his mask over his nose, stubble clearly visible and long er than you knew he liked it. His eyes held a confused glare as he spoke, “What? We always take showers.”

“No.” Emphasizing the word, Simon’s eyes stared straight into yours. You began to toe off your shoes, clearly stating, “You were an asshole.” You tossed your shoes into the hallway. “You don’t deserve it.”

Another bite of his apple, teeth clicking as he chewed and spoke, “Mercy, we were working. I’m sorry-“

Your back went pin straight, nostrils flaring as your hand raised, poised and pointed like a venomous snake. “Do not speak.”

Shhhik! Another part of the apple gone, but he chewed slowly, gracelessly bowing the apple down as if to acknowledge what you had said.

“You don’t deserve sex especially when we just talked about this.”

“About what?”

Hands flew up before falling to hit your thighs with a loud clap. “Trusting me.” The glare in his eye completely dropped, recognition immediately took over his body; your hands moved to settle on the top of your hips as you continued, “‘I’m sorry’ is not good enough. We were on a secure aircraft, with friends, and you pushed me away. I was trying to help you and you literally pushed me away.”

The words were heavy like liquor in the air, a drink that was concealed by the dark colored cabinets of your kitchen. Another shk! of Simon’s teeth as they tore into the apple, there was merely just the sound of chewing for a moment. He then held his apple out as if in thought - which he was.

“I’m…sorry.” He swallowed, standing up straighter as his hands fell to his sides. He set his half eaten apple down on the counter. “I, uh… I really don’t know how to do this right.”

“Talk to me.” One of your hands then rested on the doorframe. “Set some boundaries, Simon. I need you to tell me what would make you comfortable, because it seems like I only do things you don’t like.”

He looked perplexed, looking away for a moment before reuniting his gaze with yours. “Can I apologize before I do that?” He took the apple back in his hand.

“What? Why?”

“You’re still shaking.” Another bite of his apple, teeth clicking as he chewed and spoke, “We’ve been on the ground for an hour, it’s been seven hours since Istanbul. You need to shower and I need to apologize.”

You looked down to your free hand, still seeing it shake before you looked back to Simon. “You’re not getting in the shower to fuck?”

It took Simon just a second to answer, he had paused his chewing and held his apple up with a questioning look. “No? I’m an asshole, but not that much of an asshole.”

You smacked the doorframe just a little, turning away towards the hallway. “Thanks for acknowledging your assholery.”

“Anytime.” Muted footsteps followed yours as you made your way into your bedroom, your hands pulling off your shirt and tossing it onto the floor. Simon cleared his throat as you opened the bathroom door, flicking on the light. “You really think they’re following us?”

Shrugging as you unbuttoned your pants, starting to pull them off as you remarked, “They could be. That one guy followed me all the way down the street, plus they almost got the jump on me. We’re a task force made up of the best, all of us have enemies.” Simon moved past you to the shower, turning it on while you pulled off your socks.

He shut the glass door and turned towards you, pulling off his shirt since his jacket was discarded on the kitchen island too. “Mmm. Didn’t think about the enemies thing.”

“You don’t think I have enemies?” You glared at him as you pulled off your underwear, moving to unclipped your bra but he moved to do it for you instead; warm hands grazed your shoulder blades as he unclipped the hooks. Pulling it off of your arms, his hands were gentle as he led you towards the shower - steam billowed from the hot water.

He pulled open the door, holding your hand until you were inside and under the spray of the hot water you’ve wanted for so long. A groan of appreciation left your throat as your head hung forwards, letting the water cascade down your back to soothe your aching muscles. Chin scraping your American dog tags, the wear of the mission began to waste away and circle the drain. Who would know we were on the rooftop? We weren’t spotted, we would’ve been sniped off. How did they know?

“What, did they get mad you stitched them up wrong?” Simon’s question pulled you from your reflection, realizing that the hot spray of water had disappeared and a large body had replaced it. Calloused fingertips pressed their patterns into your hips, pulling your naked back to his torso and his partial problem. “You just need to relax for a minute.” You moved back a little, since this shower could barely fit the both of you in it.

“Ya know, sometimes I think you’re just trying to be considerate and then you do things that-“

It’s hard not to screech when Simon’s hand gripped the roots of your hair and yanked backwards, eyes wide open as you stared up at his eyes behind the balaclava.

“Turn you on? I know, sweetheart.”

If only you could see his lips, you’d see the cheeky grin on his face as you scowled, “You’re an asshole.”

“We’ve established that.”

“I just want to know why they went after Gaz first and not Price and I,” You mumbled, eyes half lidded as you felt the hand on your hips move forwards. “Maybe it was a mix-up, but it seems odd that they were going after Gaz, like they knew it would set us-“

The words that were once in your mouth disintegrated as soon as your boyfriend’s thumb pressed into your clit. The breath in your lungs disappeared, your head hitting his collarbone with his hand still taut in your hair. “Oh? What were you saying, love?” The visage of the black balaclava in front of you left your muscles melting, the familiar sight of Simon was made you relax. The hand in your hair opened to hold your head as he gently rubbed circles with his thumb. Your hands found purchase on the arm pressed to your front as he laughed in your ear. “You have got to relax, sweetheart. I’m tryin’ to apologize.”

If you had a little bit more strength, you would’ve made him leave the shower so you could wash yourself in peace - but it was hard as your eyes closed, letting the mist of the water coat your face as Simon explored you with one hand.

“I-It’s important, we have to-“ You swallowed, nails digging into his arm as your fingertips felt his muscles twitch when he moved his hand further down. “Fuck, Simon, please-“

“Please, what?” The wet cloth of his balaclava settled against your temple, his index finger hovered right over your hole. “Ask me nicely.”

Your head pushed into his, a breathy whine escaped your lips as his thumb stopped moving. A quiet whimper left your lips, hands clenched around his forearm as you gritted out, “You’re a goddamn tease.”

“Ain’t that right.” He let out a whine of his own as he pushed his finger into you, setting a quick pace while letting his palm rest against your clit. Your back arched, you could feel his cock press against your ass as your head swiveled away from his, settling your cheek against his shoulder. “Talk for me, sweetheart. Tell me how good I feel.”

“Ha- You’d- Fuck, you’d like that-“ You panted, toes curled against the ceramic floor as he pushed another finger into your tight hole, not stopping his brutal pace. The hand curled around the roots of your hair moved your face back to his wet balaclava, his grip still tight in it. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, I would.” He pressed a kiss to your temple through the balaclava. “It’s fine, you can be bratty now, but you’re gonna be beggin’ when I fuck you on the-“

Brrrng! Brrrrng!

Your eyes opened as your head shot up, Simon’s hand in your wet hair instantly disappeared as his fingers settled, fully seated inside you and unmoving.

“Why did you bring your phone into the bathroom?” He groaned, letting your hands pull his out of you. “I was finally havin’ fun.” You glanced over your shoulder, glaring at him as he pulled up his balaclava to settle the two fingers he just fucked you with onto his tongue. You patted his chest before opening the shower door, grabbing the towel on the hook to wrap around yourself as you dashed towards the counter. You tucked the corner into the towel, trying to conserve warmth.

You barely answered it before it went to voicemail. “Hello?”

“Mercy.”

You internally grimaced. “Hi Laswell.”

“Hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Simon’s figure through the frosted glass in the reflection of the mirror. “Oh no, I was just about to get in the shower. What’s going on?”

“We’ve got a flight in the morning to Miramar, California. Fightertown, if I’m correct. Got any knowledge about that?”

You bit your tongue, eyes squeezing closed. That’s what you forgot to do. “Uh yeah, Tom Kazansky invited us to the Navy Ball because of my mission before last. I was told you were given information.”

“Not until about two hours ago.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“

“No need to make excuses. We’re flying out at 0600.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved out of your bathroom, moving towards your closet. “‘We’, ma’am?”

“0600, Mercy. And bring your dogs too.” The line went dead as you moved to look at your old formal dresses, ones you haven’t touched in years. Your phone pressed between your shoulder and ear, one hand holding your towel up as the other pushed dresses aside.

You heard the bathroom door open, the sound of the shower had silenced a while ago but you didn’t make an effort to look at him. There was just a moment before he spoke, “What are you doing?”

You finally found the dress you probably should wear, a beautiful red velvet dress. “How willing are you to meet my dad?”

A pause. “…What?”

You looked back to Simon, his mask moved above his mouth so he could breathe. “We have a flight tomorrow to go and see the US Pacific Naval Aviation Fleet Commander, and I used to live there. I worked for the Admiral, he’s like family and he’s best friends with my dad.”

“…You have a father?”

You just laughed, shaking your head and pulling the dress out of the closet. “Of course I have a father.”

“Since when?”

“Since I was like, one.” You then hung the dress up on the closet door, moving to look towards Simon. His head was lowered a little, towel covered hip settled against the doorframe. It took almost all of your strength to not gaze at his bruised V-line.

“That math doesn’t add up.”

“I was adopted, headass.”

“…Oh.”

“It’s not a big deal.” You shrugged, hands fixing your towel to make it tighter above your breasts. “It’s just my dad. I only have the one, so at least you have that going for you.”

He took a pause. “Do I look like the meet the parents type?”

A smile on your face, you looked back “No, you look like a barracks bun-“

“Finish that sentence, Mercy.” He pushed himself from the door frame by his hip, taking a step towards you. “I want you to finish the sentence.”

“Barracks. Bunny.”

“That’s it.”

Simon marched over to you, you backed away against the bed - his body now caging you from escaping. “Simon, we need to shower. We have a flight in the morning-“ You bumped chests with Simon, your calves hit the bed and you were essentially forced to sit down. You kept your gaze up on Simon.

“Don’t care. Wasn’t finished apologizing for being an asshole.”

“You’ve really got to start apologizing with words. It’s quicker, easier-“

“Okay.” The man in front of you dropped to his knees, settling in front of yours and gazing up at you through war paint stained lashes. “I am so terribly sorry I acted poorly because I was worried you had died, my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend. The only way I know how to truly apologize is to truly ravish you, so please,” He settled his chin upon your knees, a hair away from the edge of your towel. “let me have sex with you so I can truly apologize.”

You chuckled a little. “You’re fucking hilarious.”

“Now can I fuck you?”

“Beg a lil more, baby.”

He glared at you, pulling your legs in front of his shoulders as he moved in between them. His tongue slid from almost your knee to just before the apex between your thigh and hip, the flush of air on your cunt from his movement made you bristle. “My beautiful and wonderful girlfriend,”

“Mmhmm?”

Simon’s brown eyes gazed up to you, warm and inviting - to anyone else, he would’ve looked pathetic; but to you? You could see in his eyes just a small amount of how much he truly loved you. “Will you please let me fuck you on our bed before we have to go wherever-“

A smile appeared on your lips, hair falling to frame your face. “Miramar.”

“Ugh-“ His cheek moved to rest on your knee, eyes gazed up with a pleasing glare. “Will you please let me fuck you on our bed before we have to go to Miramar? I feel like a complete asshole for being an asshole earlier.”

“Was the last part real apologizing?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes met his, your smile turning to a smirk as you nodded - moving your legs, hands pulling the towel away from your body to put yourself on true display for the man you loved. “You have my consent to ravish me.”

“Fuckin’ finally.” For as large as Simon Riley was, he was incredibly quick - his hands pulled your thighs forwards, your ass almost hanging off of the bed as his face dove into your pussy.

Sure, he could be careful and kind to you when his face was in between your legs, but he had a mission. He wasn’t a poet with his words, his actions spoke for him for the most part - so where his actions had hurt you before, he was using himself for your pleasure only, even if his cock was throbbing so much it hurt.

“Oh-“ His stubble felt rough against your sensitive skin, tongue lapping at the once neglected slick of your clit. Hands gripping onto his mask and the sheets beside you, you let out a small groan. His hands settled on the back of your calves, gently squeezing as he sucked just a little. Teeth gliding across your bud, your toes curled and your nails dug into the cloth beneath your hands. “Oh, fuck, my sweet girl.” Those words had your stomach stretch into knots, head reeling back as Simon moved back, admiring your pussy for just a moment and murmuring, “You taste so sweet, so good. Such a pretty pussy, jus’ f’ me.”

“Simon-“

He didn’t need to be told twice - diving back in and instantly licking a swipe from your hole to your side, pressing a sweet kiss to the healed scar on the top of your hip. He moved back to your hole, one hand coming up to press sweet circles to your clit as he began to fuck you with his tongue. Your thighs moved to squeeze his head, but he ducked away to speak, “Wider, baby. Open your legs up wider f’ me.”

“I- Fuck, keep going-“ It was getting harder to keep sitting up, your back quivered as you tried to keep your legs open for him. Spasms in your lower back made you ungraciously fall back onto the bed, your hand let go of his mask as you did. Heart hammering in your chest, you could only feel him. His tongue was delicate in the way he was eating you out, it’s a dance you know he’s good at since he had first fucked you on his tongue almost a week before you two officially started dating. Now, here you were, three months shy of two years together and it still felt heavenly. And he was still emotionally stunted. It’s fine, if he can make me cum with just his tongue, I might just stay forever.

His hands pushed your thighs apart as your back began to curl, your legs trying to fight his grip to come back together - he was adamant about keeping you spread apart so his tongue could get as deep as it could. White hot pricks began to crawl up your spine, clawing at the bottom of your rib cage as both of your hands gripped onto the sheets like your life depended on it.

Simon could feel as your walls began to tighten and that’s when he moved one of his fingers back to rub your clit just gently, barely even making circles before your pleasure deprived body began to very clearly respond. Another flick of his tongue and pressure to your clit had the white hot pricks turn into ropes, squeezing around your rib cage and lower belly, the gospel of his name danced across your lips like a hymn.

“C’mon, sweet girl, cum for me.”

Pleasure was wrapping around your hips, his mouth felt so good as he began to suck on your pussy - and that was the point of no return. Head hitting the sheets with reckless abandon, a loud rumble escaped the cage of your chest as the burning sensation of an orgasm spread throughout your body.

His face disappeared from your legs, cheek now resting on your belly as his hands began to gently caress the outside of your thighs. “Always so sweet for me.”

Your hands moved to cover your face, heavy pants escaped your throat as you tried to grasp reality for just a moment. Arousal still spun around your spine like hot metal as he moved upwards, tearing off your towel and his - hands pulled yours from your face, his slick lathered lips met yours.

His tongue traced your lips, cleaning you from yourself as his teeth showed with his smile. “Pretty, pretty girl.”

It would be a long night of apologizing from your lovesick boyfriend, Simon.

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[mirambles]

Guilty Pleasure Kdramas - Descendants of the Sun.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon I rewatched Descendants of the Sun. For all its flawed writing, an ending twist that none of us needed, I still love this drama and the main reason is how charming Song Joong Ki is as Captain Yoo Si Jin. SJK is not a strong built muscular man - the ones who would usually fit the bill of an army captain. The script writer even takes a jovial dig at this when Kim Ji Won’s character says he looks like a girl. Despite his slim face and petite frame he carries off the role with lot of panache. You can’t take your eyes off the screen everytime he is on it.

His confessions of love I can rewatch many times. No wonder the line should I confess or should I apologise went viral when the show aired and still features amongst the top dialogues in KDramas.

YooSiJin is witty and sarcastic, confident and brave, empathetic with strong morals, charming at flirting and dropping lines that are cheesy, but will still make your heart flutter and as a bonus is handsome. What’s not to love about him?

SHK looks gorgeous and while I am not a fan of her acting, I couldn’t stop being in awe of how pretty she looked in what are simple day outfits - cotton dresses , linen shirts and shorts rightly suiting the climate the drama is based in. The wardrobe I aspire to have! Once back to Korea she is in baggy trousers, long jumpers or scrubs and still looks ethereal.

This is the first drama of Kim Ji Won that I watched and her chemistry with JinGoo was sizzling! I was as invested in the second leads as I was in the main leads. While the angst and breakup owing to the father dragged on, at no point did those two bore you.

SJK and JinGoo’s bromance is also amongst my favourite bromances in Kdramaland. Despite the clear difference in their army ranks - their loyalty , respect , unwavering support and love for each other was evident in every single frame.

I can rarely enjoy dramas if the supporting cast is not good and this one has a good squad in the medical and army gang who kept the atmosphere light and funny. The white actor as the villain was unbearable to watch and later in my kdrama journey I would realise this is the norm - they are just bad actors and maybe dramas don’t have the budget to hire good non-Korean actors.

Not to forget to mention that this drama’s soundtrack remains amongst my top 3! YoonMiRae’s Always remains my top Kdrama song ever!

People call the drama cheesy, the plot all over the place, and that the last twist of back from the dead in the last two episodes dragged the show down! I don’t debate any of this and ultimately we all have our guilty pleasures. Guilty pleasures are exactly this - we know they are flawed, but if watching the drama gives you joy, you will keep rewatching it. As I do with DOTS - because even after 4 years and multiple rewatches, I can’t get over the charm of Song Joong Ki as Captain Yoo Sijin. I have since loved him in Vincenzo and ReBorn Rich, but both had no romance plots and I would really like him back on my screen wooing his lady love!

So tell me which KDramas are your guilty pleasures?

[dangermousie]

I love how differently they are shot before they meet - I don't just mean that he looks genuinely shining with happiness and she looks depressed but even the colors are different - his are vibrant and hers are muted. And the fact that she so often is shot through obstructions/reflections/at a remove from life while he's very much in the middle of it. She's driving in that fancy car, silent and isolated from the world outside, while he's literally in the middle of the bustle striking convos with strangers.

This said, I always wonder in those set-ups between a happy chirpy extrovert with no baggage and a depressed introvert with - wouldn't it get soooo tiring for the happy extrovert in that relationship? All that additional work to get them to your level of happiness (or to deal with a partner who brings you down.) I get two differently damaged people fixing each other, or a period situation where if a partner can protect you it trumps everything, but in a normal set up? This drama actually does a really good job (from what I remember, it's been ages and I've only watched first few eps) explaining why they click and why it works better than anything else would, and the fact that she looks like SHK certainly doesn't hurt, but that is why that trope has to be done well because if not, you are left boggled.

But I suppose narratively two happy flower children running around, having fruity alcoholic beverages during laughing morning sex would not be particularly exciting to watch.

[thoughtfullysillylady]

I loved the Glory. One thing I didn't get was Dong Eun's decision to jump off the roof after the revenge. It just felt out of character for me coz she thought she paid of all her dues to the people who helped her except Yeo Jeong with whom she just goes out on a date with and then disappears. Especially when she knows that there's something wrong, she reads the letters that the prisoner guy sent him. Like how does that make sense? If she is going away for love and not helping the guy who literally gives her sanctuary and then buys a whole mortuary for her how do you just say thank you and good bye and leave?

Also song Hye Kyo and Sung Il had more chemistry than SHK and LDH

[vacantgodling]

ask game: ✨🐰🦋🧡🔮

thank you thank you! <3 i hope you're doing good <3

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

tbh most people just call me 'ren' my name is p short so i've never gotten like hella nicknames. -- renjamin is one of my fave nicknames i've gotten lol. rimz is a name i gave myself to be Kool lmao. if i think back to my youth some of the funnier nicknames i've gotten were 'SHK' (there's a long story about how that one came about lmao) & 'cielo' (which one of my besties from hs still calls me) are some of my faves

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

hmmm, that's difficult. i think their openness to learning and changing their stance as they gain new information. like we're not all perfect, and we should be able to make mistakes and grow from them so the ability to want to do so is very important to me.

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

i asked my partner to do it for me because idk LMAO. they said:

bold, understanding, artistic.

i wonder where they got bold from lmaoo

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

purple tbh. i don't HATE any color really, and it used to be my favorite color specifically in 5th grade bc of a book i read back in the day - can't remember the book exactly, but it was like a girl's journal and she was "quirky" and she always wrote in purple pen so EYE did that too. N E WAY. i just feel like purple is overhyped lmao.

edit;; found the book series, it was the amazing days of abby hayes

🔮 What’s your dream job?

honestly i would love to be a creator full time. a writer obviously, but i also really enjoy interior decorating/design and i would love to be able to design homes that were affordable, sustainable, and functional for people who both physical and mental disabilities lol.

[awesomehoggirl]

packing to go home tomorrow im only there for a week... thoughts on my clothes list!!!

- 2 maxi skirts, one denim one to wear out one earthy ruffly patterned one which is comfy and can be dressed up or down

- 2 pairs of jeans... realistically i should bring one pair but i love them boooth. i might ditch one 💔 ok im keeping the baggy dark wash pair bc they are easier to style w what im bringing

- 2 knit jumpers one black one oatmeal coloured

- 2 tshirts a white blondie one which i cut off the shoulder and a dark gomez shirt which covers all the bases rlly

- 2 long sleeves to layer underneath things if im cold!!! a black one and a grey one

- 1 blouse but i havent decided which one yet. maybe my beige peasant blouse w drapy sleeves so funnn

- 1 dress it is green and plaid and very cute

- my big black coat bc it is warm and goes with eeeeverything

CANNOT decide on shoes. i rlly wanna bring my tasselled black cowboy boots bc i lit wear them every day and they go so well with EVERYTHING including jeans bc theyre just above the ankle!!! but like realistically i should wear my biker boots bc they are more Normal and dont make a Shk Shk Shk sound when i walk. much to consider... i dont have room to pack 2 pairs of shoes...

vibe i like to go for when im at home w my parents is like a little more chic less whimsical less gothy... like a cool chill girl from a band. so this is what i am curating here. i think this is a really good packing list like ive covered all the bases going with mostly b&w and denim so i can mix and match but then playing with texture more to compensate

[aikoiya]

LoZ: TotK - Gerudo Language 3 - My HC Basics

Here is the Gerudo alphabet:

And this is what I think the Gerudo's numerical system would look like based on the above alphabet & my personal headcanons.

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I am basing this all off of both official Nintendo approved words, a bunch of other people's ideas, as well as a mix of Egyptian, Middle Eastern, Sanskrit, & Hindu words & random shit that I pull from betwinxt my booty-cheeks. So, be warned.

For the rest of my Gerudo Language Series, go here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 3.5, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, & Part 7.

Words with a * at the front indicate that I'm not the one who thought it up. Basically, a disclaimer.

A lot of them are likely from Va Ehenihv's site, so if anyone from there comes across this & wishes for me to remove some things from here, I am more than willing to discuss.

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Pronunciation & Diacritics:

When ' (called a 'Khàmza) is both proceeded & followed by a consonant, the 'uh' sound is added in between when spoken, but when it's proceeded or followed by at least 1 vowel, it isn't. Unless, it's proceeded by an 'H' that, itself, is proceeded by a vowel. Then, the 'H' is also treated as a vowel. Or when the consonant on both sides are the same. In which case, the 'uh' is not pronounced. Eg. Sol'let is pronounced like 'solet.'

'J' either sounds like 'y' or like 'ž/zh/jh' depending on the letter before it. 'Ž' or 'zh' or 'jh' as in 'žuzh it up' or 'give it some jhoojh,' so sort of a buzzing or engine-revving sound. If the proceeding letter is a vowel or a vowel & an 'h,' it sounds like an 'h,' but if it is a consonant or the start of a word, it sounds like 'ž/zh/jh.' In the case of being proceeded by a 'd,' the 'd' is silent, but the 'j' still behaves as if proceeded by a consonant. However, if the 'j' is proceeded by ', then it automatically makes the 'jh' sound.

Rr is pronounced the same way as the rolling Spanish "rr."

X is pronounced either like "sh" or "zh" depending on the situation. Except for when it's proceeded by an "h" or ', at which point, it comes out sounding like "sk" or "shk."

A is pronounced like "uh."

Á is pronounced like the "a" in "bat." (When spelled in English phonetically, it's written "bæt" with a hard "a.")

À is pronounced like the "a" in "are."

Ā is pronounced like "ay," as in "day."

 is pronounced like “ow.”

E is pronounced with the short "e" sound.

È makes the "eh" sound.

É makes the "ey" sound.

Ē makes the long "e" sound.

I makes the short "i" sound, like the "ick" in "sick."

Ï makes the long "e" sound, same as ē.

Ī makes the "eye" sound.

O sounds like the short "o" sound, as in "on," "off," or "long."

Ó sounds like "oo," but shorter.

Ō sounds like the "o" in "home."

Ô sounds like "aw."

U sounds like "uh," same as "a." Also sounds like the "i" in "third" or the "ea" in "earn" depending on how it's used.

Û sounds like "oo," but longer.

Ù sounds like the "oo" in "pool."

Ú sounds like the "oo" in "book."

Ae sounds like "hah" with a lot of breath in the "h"s.

And this is how I think the diacritics would be spelled.

Ā, É, & Ī all have 2 ways to write them, the 1st of each listed being considered formal & proper, while the 2nd listed are consider informal & casual.

I've also made some digraphic characters.

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Also, if you happen to see repeat words, like same Gerudo word used multiple times for vastly different things, I'd very much appreciate a heads up.

Grammar:

Names do not have ' in them as a rule.

-'ōt (Pronounced: -oht) = Very or so. Eg. Sàv'ōt means "very good" or "so good." Sàv'ōt being used as praise or to complement cooking or in other, more intimate situations.

-'té (Pronounced: -tey) = -th, -rd, -nd; a specified number in a numbered sequence. Eg. Uàf'té (Pronounced: oo-ahf-uh-tey) means 8th. The letters are regularly smaller than the number & are arranged one on top of the other in a column.

-'è = Suffix indicating "of." To be placed at the end of what is possessing. Eg. Goddess of the Sand would be Geru'è Vallah.

-'jï (Pronounced: -jhee or -zhee)= Possessive suffix. So, if something belongs to Aaqlet, then it's Aaqlet'jï. Much like with -'té, the 'j' & 'ï' are also smaller than the rest & stacked on top of each other in a column.

-en or -n = An indication of a word being plural. Both are technically correct, but 'en' is considered proper grammar. Some words already end in '-n' & when it isn't proceeded by an 'e,' you can just tack '-en' to the end. Making '-n' into '-nen.'

- -ae = Another way to indicate plurality. This is typically done when the word ends in '-a.'

Ih'- = A or an. Used as a prefix to a word.

Adï'- = Adoptive or surrogate. Used as a prefix.

Kōli'- = Every-. Used as a prefix indicating all of something.

*Dulï'- = Any-. Used as a prefix in words such as anywhere, anything, anyone, ect.

- *Dulï'vomoq = Anyhow.

- Dulï'zī = Anyone.

- Dulï'vamoq = Anyhow.

- Dulï'mihd = Anywhen.

- *Dulï'fihk = Anywhere.

- *Dulï'fàyo = Anymore.

- *Dulï'xakè = Anybody.

- *Dulï'rekàna = Anything.

- *Dulï'tïto = Anytime.

Wahl'- = And. Used as a prefix for the last item in a list.

Al'- = The. Traditionally has the ', but in situations where other prefixes are applied, the 2 prefixes are merged.

-īs = -ful. To be full of something.

-xē = An indication of something being more. Such as deeper, bigger, greater.

-vàq = Refers to being characterized by being something. As in "ous."

-zī = One. Can be used as a prefix in addressments.

Tàn- = Prefix used to mean “a” like Awaken or arise.

-qiz = Suffix used to mean “-en.” Like, awaken.

-ūn or -ám or -án = -en or -an, but as in, a state of being something.-ak or -úk = People of. Used primarily in reference to non-Gerudo.

Lï'- = To. Used as a prefix to indicate an action, but only when "to" is necessary. Eg. Lï'kaa is "to do."

- Lïfé = Into.

Dōr'- = -less. To be without something.

Muhs'- = Not or un-.

-ubé = -tion.

Kōl or Kōl'- = All. Can be used as a prefix.

- Kōli'- = Every-. Used as a prefix indicating all of something.

*Dulï'- = Any-. Used as a prefix in words such as anywhere, anything, anyone, ect.

- *Dulï'vomoq = Anyhow.

- Dulï'zī = Anyone.

- Dulï'mihd = Anywhen.

- *Dulï'fihk = Anywhere.

- *Dulï'fàyo = Anymore.

- *Dulï'boja = Anybody.

- *Dulï'rekàna = Anything.

- *Dulï'tïto = Anytime.

Yà- or -yà = Little or small. Used as either a prefix or suffix to indicate a diminutive. Often used in terms of endearment.

- Yàrï- or -yàrï = Tiny or teeny, but specifically in reference to the object of the speaker's attentions' cuteness as a side-effect of said smallness. Like, an ultra diminutive. Often used in terms of endearment as a suffix & is basically baby talk. - Vai will also often sing "yàrïyàrïyàrï~" at babies or puppies or kittens as a way to say how sweet & cute they are, thus being the equivalent to "coochi-coochi-coo," but what they're actually saying is "tiny-tiny-tiny." - Conveys great affection, but is strictly for platonic or parental use. Not normally for romantic use. Also often used to indicate an infant form of something, but in a baby-ish way. Eg. Gàtïyàrï for kitten. But it's used in a way so as to say, "Look at this little baby cat! Isn't it precious?!" So, not used as an official or scientific term.

-zī = One. Can be used as a prefix in addressments.

Và'- or Và- = A prefix referring to a female. Was once used to shorten long feminine terms, but is now used regularly.

Vo'- or Vō- = A prefix referring to a male. Was once used to shorten long masculine terms, but is now used regularly.

Ran or Dā- = Great, big, or glorious.

Fé or Nae = In. Also used as a prefix.

- Févūju or *Naevūju = Inside.

- Lïfé or Lïnae = Into.

Tā'- or Tā = Out.

- Tā'letraq = Outshine.

Vataa = Or.

- Taa or -taa = Or. Shorthand. Also used as a suffix at the end of items in a list of options.

Eàla = On.

- Eàl- = On- or -on. Also used as a prefix.

- Eàlorq = Onward.

Eàma = Off.

- Eàm- = Off- or -off. Also used as a prefix.

-kārm = An act of something. Used as a suffix.

- Murkhàbakārm = Folly, stupidity, or foolishness. Specifically, an act of stupidity.

-’kâm = A profound act of something. An act or action that causes even the divinities to take notice. Can be either a good thing or a very bad thing. Used as a suffix.

- Murkhàba'kâm = Folly, stupidity, or foolishness. Specifically, an act of such remarkable stupidity that it causes extreme consequences. Cautionary tales are told of such fuck ups. One of which is the one about King Hànrysé's Folly.

-īfi = -al or -ial.

-yla = -able.

-'vï = Some sort of knowledge.

Basics:

*Sernso = Hello.

Tànumehqiz = Awaken. (Similar to wake up.)

Ekànda or Ekhàr = Other.

- Tànekànda or Tànekhàr = Another.

Àm (Pronounced: ahm) = Yes, affirmative.

- Àmeela = Vehement approval.

Nà = No, not, never.

- Nàlaaq = Vehement no, denial, or disagreement. Akin to saying "absolutely not" or "never in a million years."

- Gáro'nàlaaq (Pronounced: gah-ro-nah-lack) = A no that is even more vehement than Nalaaq. Basically like saying "hell no." When spoken, the "Gáro" is drawn out & emphasized so it sounds more like "Gaaa~ro," while "Nàlaaq" is said quickly, sharply, & with finality. This is an "end of discussion" type of word. When said especially vehemently, the speaker may chop their dominant hand down through the air at the end as if to cut off the conversation entirely.

- Nàv (Pronounced: nahv) = 1. Guiding. 2. Bad, but in an annoying way. - Which way is meant depends on the context surrounding it.

Sé = Is, am, are.

- Súl = Was, were.

Kaa = Do.

- Kaa'nà = Do not; don't.

- Kaa'so = Do you.

- So'kaa = You do.

Zeq or Zo = Be.

Ne = Will.

- Ne'zeq or Ne'zo = Will be.

- Ne'nà = Will not; won't.

- Ne'so = Will you?

Musha = Like, as in being similar to something else.

- Nàmusha or Nàsha = Unlike, as in being dissimilar to something else.

Ladhi = That.

- Hadha = This.

- Tadhen = Those.

- Tadhi = These.

*Hō = For.

Nu = Us.

Hàr = It.

- Hàr'ne = It'll.

Yàw = If.

- Yàwqàt = If only.

Shamàt = Please.

*Ve'sa = But.

*Vataa = Or.

- Taa or -taa = Or. Shorthand. Also used as a suffix at the end of items in a list of options.

Pixa = From.

*Kōl = All.

- Kōli = Every.

*Yūg = With.

*Àrp = At.

*Dulï = Any.

- *Dulï'- = Any-. Used as a prefix in words such as anywhere, anything, anyone, ect.

Faqàt = Only.

- Zīqàt = Only one.

Fàyo = More.

Daano = Also, as well, or too.

*Erga = A lot.

Rekàna = Thing.

Shàkna = Can.

Pī = By.

Kàra = Empty or nothing. - Inspired by the Japanese word for empty.

- Kàra'è = Used similarly to "you're welcome." Literally translates to "of nothing," thus its meaning is more along the lines of "think nothing of it." - Inspired by how the Spanish way to say "you're welcome" is de nada, which in a literal sense, translates to "of nothing."

Directions or Locations:

Ékktanu = North.

Vānshim = South.

Shàrdinû = East.

Nàrrbuchim = West.

*Àyk = Across.

Hōrï = Deep.

Grūt = There.

Jīno = Here.

Févūju or *Naevūju = Inside.

Tāvūju = Outside.

Hàwal = Around.

Ūpàr = Up. Can also be used to mean “upon.”

- Ūpàrza = Over.

Nēchi = Down.

- Nēchtaht = Under.

Àmatah = Forward.

Yaevrit = Reverse, backward, rewind, retreat, withdraw

Questions:

Shay = Who.

- Kàf = What.

- *Mihd = When.

- *Fihk = Where.

- *Vamoq = How.

- *Hàx = Why.

Taq = May. As in "may I."

- Taq'nï = May I.

Ne = Will.

- Ne'so = Will you?

Chàt = Would.

Syàtib = Should.

Shàkta = Could.

Colors:

Awn = Color.

Sāsha = Red, crimson.

Burtuqàlï = Orange; the color.

Asfar = Yellow.

Bayrasm = Chartreuse.

Akhdar = Green.

Nāmirmya = Mint; the color.

*Kohl = Blue

Kubàlt = Cobalt.

Sidthàmnil = True blue. A shade of blue untitled by any other shade, whether dark or light. Blue, in general, is symbolic of concepts such as constancy, faithfulness, loyalty, & truth. So, due to this particular shade being considered “unvarnished,” it is even more so.

Niliyu = Indigo; the color.

Arjuanï = Purple.

Banafsajï = Violet; the color.

Khuzamaa = Lavender; the color.

Qarànfu = Pink.

Qarjuanï = Magenta.

Fôshya = Fushia; the color.

Burjundī = Burgundy.

*Kemm = Black.

- *Qàr = Black; darkness.

Ràmadï = Grey.

*Sefeed = White.

Vulgar or Insulting Words:

Vo'ttar = Slang for king. Like saying "kingy." Considered very disrespectful.

Va'tta = Slang for queen. Like saying "queeny." Considered very disrespectful.

Va'lta = Slang for princess. Like saying "princess" in a sarcastic or demeaning way or as a way to call a vai spoiled. Considered very disrespectful.

Vo'tlo = Slang for prince. Like saying "princy" or calling a man "princess." Considered very disrespectful.

Nàkah = Fuck. Just simple as that.

Surmùta = Slut or whore or harlot. Is used gender neutrally. - Before the curse that made them a female-only society, the Gerudo were a relatively sexually active people, but to them, there was a very fine, but very distinct line between not being a prude & being loose with your body or selling it for money.

Gáro = Burning sand. Refers to when the desert is at its hottest, when the sand reflects the light back into your eyes & burns the bottoms of your feet. This word is often associated with the worst, harshest, & most unforgiving parts of desert life. Particularly, the hardships involved in living there. - The Gerudo generally believe that if there truly is an afterlife where one is punished for their misdeeds, it is likely that the sand there is always hot to the point that it burns one's feet even through their shoes. Which is why it's used in the Gerudo word for hell & is often used as an expletive.

- Gàl'gáron = The Gerudo Hells.

Fāno = Treason.

- Fānotïr = Traitor.

Actions:

Sarï = Quick, swift, or fast.

Yusrï = Rush.

Eadïr = Runner.

Quattah = Stamina.

Suudï = Dance.

*Jamhid = Hard.

Titles & Terms of Address:

Vànda = Lady, as in gentlelady. Can be used to address any woman regardless of status. Not necessarily a title so much as it's considered flattery. When used in a woman's name, acts as an honorific.

- Dàmï = Equates to Lady. As in "Lady of the Manor." Indication of high status specifically. Eg. Dàmï Zelda.

Vōvir = Lord, as in sir or gentleman. Can be used to address any man regardless of status. Not necessarily a title so much as it's considered flattery. When used in a man's name, acts as an honorific.

- Dōmï = Equates to Lord. As in "Lord of the Manor." Indication of high status specifically.

Và'mïna = Equates to Dame. As in a title for a high-ranking guardswoman.

Mïno or Vó'mïno = Equates to Sir. As in a title for a high-ranking guardsman. This term has been lost. Eg. Mïno Link.

Vàyï or Vàyïda = Equates to Mistress. Originally used by Vo'màzren to address their owners. Is now only in use as roleplay in the bedroom.

Và'shônï or Vo'shônï = Basically, it's a title meaning saint. It's how they refer to Sages.

- Vàshô or Vōshô = Basically, it's another title meaning saint, just shorter. It's how they refer to Sages.

Júna = Wise. Often used as titles for the elderly.

- Júnazī = Wise one. A respectful way to address an elderly individual that you don't know personally.

Dayidī = Sire. As in, one who fathered.

Môla = Sire. As in king.

Sōréaso = Your grace. Used to address one's king.

Vah- (with a hard 'H' sound at the end) = Divine woman. Shorthand prefix indicating a goddess. Also used as an honorific of sorts when speaking a goddess' name.

Voh- (with a hard 'H' sound at the end) = Divine man. Shorthand prefix indicating a god. Also used as an honorific of sorts when speaking a god's name.

Gerudo generally don't use things like Mr. or Ms. in casual circumstances. Such things are considered titles in a way & titles are generally only used to address those of higher social status than themselves or in a position of authority. Or when they're interested in the individual in particular.

Truth & Lies:

Al'ïqatàn = Literally translates to "the truth," but actually has a lot of subtextual weight behind it. The subtext being more along the lines of "the absolute truth," "the objective fact," or "the immutable reality." So, in this way, al'ïqatàn would more accurately be classified as "a truth that cannot be changed." Something indisputable or immutable. Something incontrovertible & beyond reproach.

Sidthàm = Truth, sincerity, genuineness, authenticity, verity. However, this specific word also has an undercurrent of faithfulness, trustworthiness, or steadfastness to it.

Muzyaf = Fake, false, untrue, lie. When muz is used as a suffix or "honorific," indicates that something is fake or that someone is a liar, pretender, or deceiver.

Magic:

Mája = Magic. As in the power.

*Akmája = A spell.

Sûl'si = A curse. Not the same as cussing.

Mánō = Magical art.

- -nō = A suffix indicating a specific branch of magic.

Sànō = Light or white magic.

- Lawàrnō = A specific branch of white magic geared towards the protection of others. Apotropaic magic.

Sāqnō = Life magic.

- Sehànō = A specific branch of magic where white & life magic converge to be geared towards the healing of others.

Zennō = Gem magic. The Gerudo method of gem infusion. A means of drawing out & enhancing a gem's innate abilities or using gems as magical foci. Often used in making jewelry or clothes that help in traversing the environment.

Wàrtnō = Inscription magic. Runemancy. The process of infusing magic into words as they're written. - Gerudo tend to write with brushes & ink much like Sheikah do.

Gánō = Black magic.

Májakta = A magic user. No real indication of what sort, whether a Cleric, a Bard, a Druid, a Sorcerer, a Warlock, or a Witch.

*Dōrfè = Sorcerer. One born with magic in his blood.

- Gánōdōrfè = A Warlock-Sorcerer. Specifically, a man who was born with magical capabilities in his blood, but who's made an evil pact with a demon for more power & become a practitioner of black magic. Distinctly different from a regular warlock in that a Warlock-Sorcerer already had the capability to use magic, while a regular one only gains access to magic upon making a pact. - This is Ganondorf's traditional Gerudan name, whereas "Ganondorf" is more of a Hyrulean transliteration of his name.

*Nikra = Sorceress. One born with magic in her blood.

- Gánōnikra = A Witch-Sorceress. Specifically, a woman who was born with magical capabilities in her blood, but who's made an evil pact with a demon for more power & become a practitioner of black magic. Distinctly different from a regular witch in that a Witch-Sorceress already had the capability to use magic, while a regular one only gains access to magic upon making a pact. - Kōme & Kotake are often referred to as such.

Other:

Tïsa = Joy.

- Tïsàla = Happy or joyous. Also a girl's name.

Sàl'- = Dramatics or theatrics. Used to denote something of an entertaining or otherwise performative nature.

- Sàl'suudï = Performative dance.

- Sàl'suudïna Vaaqontōgï = Performative storytelling through the medium of dance. A deeply traditional form of Gerudo storytelling that is a very major part of their culture.

Eto = A claim or the act of staking a claim.

- Reqra = A right.

Orqik = Traveler.

Mahàd = Cradle.

- Sàrga = Bed.

Seba'vï = Learning or discipline.

Heru = An era or span of time denoting something specific.

Hudjèfa (Pronounced: huh-zheh-fuh) = Lost; missing or erased.

- Ohïm = Lost.

- Hudjèfamu (Pronounced: huh-jheh-fuh-moo) = Lost blood.

- Hudjèfamu'è Heru (Pronounced: huh-jheh-fuh-muh-eh heh-roo) = The Era of Lost Blood. The time during which the Gerudo did not truly exist as a people & lost their culture. - If a Gerudo vai does not return to the desert by the age of 6 & remain there until at least 10, then if she someday has daughters, they will not be full Gerudo. Due to some great disaster that caused the Gerudo Region to be uninhabitable, the Gerudo were forced to live outside of it. As a result, their blood became diluted by those of Hylians, humans, & Sheikah, thus resulting in a loss of cultural identity. This was the Hudjefamu'è Heru. At some point, the desert, highlands, & canyon of the Gerudo Region became habitable again & after a while, descendants of the Gerudo gathered back there. Slowly over the next generations, their Gerudo blood built back up & they were able to reestablish themselves as a people again. This is part of why Gerudo are required to return to the desert at such a young age as before the Gerudo's return, the need to return to the Gerudo Region was unknown. No one knows why the Gerudo are able birth full Gerudo so long as they return to the Gerudo Region despite non-Gerudo fathers, but now that it is known, it is strictly enforced.

Tumai = Hope.

Yahdur = Attend.

Dawallaham = The Gerudo forging method of pattern welding used to make scimitars. They are often said to have a water-pattern to them, thus the use of "wa" or water. The Desert Gerudo, unfortunately, don't have access to quality steel, so their swords tend to be brittle. However, their metallurgy & swordmaking techniques are top-notch & thus their swords tend to be very powerful but not durable. That, plus the curved design, makes them vicious in combat. - This is in contrast to the actual Middle East who actually had access to quite a lot of high-quality steel & thus their weapons were both durable & powerful.

- Dawasaaq = A type of steel found in the Gerudo Highlands & used in Ealiyan forging. Different from the steel that the Desert Gerudo use & much higher quality. Combining the traditional Dawallaham pattern welding technique with the Dawasaaq steel results in a far superior blade. - Sort of the Hyrule equivalent to Damascus Steel.

Bayt = Home.

Ealiyah = Family. - Also the name I gave to a made up Gerudo/Hylian/Human/Sheikah/Lupos settlement in the Gerudo Highlands.

A'nï màtu'so = "I love you."

- A'nï màtushàq'so = "I love you passionately" or "I adore you." Very emotionally charged & very emphatic.

- Mùta = Lust or sex. Considered something separate from love.

Hïlo = Handsome

Morï = Pretty.

- A'so se kàmmor = You're beautiful.

- A'so se kàmmor'ōt = You're so beautiful.

- A'so se musha al'qamàhr. = Literally, "you are like the moon." The cultural context being that someone is exceptionally beautiful.

Làba = Toy or thing to be played with.

Ûjïa (Pronounced: oo-yee-uh) = Mystery.

- Jïamid (Pronounced: jhee-uh-mid) = Mysterious.

- Gerasht'è Ûjïa = Desert of Mystery.

- Jïachisï = Secret.

- Jïasïd (Pronounced: jhi-uh-seed) = The name of the desert country that the Gerudo originate from.

Shàkï = Doubt.

- Geràsht'è Shàkï = Desert of Doubt.

Mà'trook = Forgotten, abandoned, lonely, forlorn, desolate.

- Nàreq = Unsung or un-praised, but also has implications of being unappreciated.

Hairu or Hīru = Hyrule, Hylian.

- Hairu Sabzï = Hyrule Herb.

- Lanïru = Lanayru.

Gàlzar = Sandskimmer; sand sleigh. Often attached to Sand Seals to transport things.

Rôkba = (A) boat or ship.

Zūjàza, Zūja, or Zūza = Bottle.

- Kúpshē or Kúpa = Flask.

- Zúshé or Zākūp = Vial or phial.

Ekànda or Ekhàr = Other.

- Tànekànda or Tànekhàr = Another.

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Based on this, the 7 Heroines would be called the al'Zaf Vahshô'làra & the 8th Heroine would be called al'Uàf'tè Vai'làra or, more accurately, al'Mà'trook Voh'lawàr. The Ealiyans of the Gerudo Highlands would worship him as the Forsaken Hero (al'Mà'trook Voh'lawàr) & al'Nàreq'lawàren'è Vollah, or the God of Unsung Heroes.

The Goddess of the Sand's title would be al'Geru'è Vàllah to mean the Goddess of the Sand or Vah Gela when using her actual name. Sometimes referred to as Vah'maween or Our Holy Mother by the especially religious & devout as she is said to have created the Gerudo in her Holy Garden (Devï'fōrzabzï) in the Oasis of the Gods (al'Vehlïen'è Wahē), which is considered the home of the Gerudo's pantheon of gods, when a great flower bloomed & from it came the Gerudo. This is why the Gerudo are referred to as the "Flowers of the Desert" or Geràsht'è Fōrzuen.

And Ganondorf, the Demon King, would be referred to as al'Sûl'attàr.

This would also indicate that the Divine Beasts' names are based off of the Gerudo language. However, if this is true, then the names are incorrect. For one, instead of Vah, they should use shônī as they are earthly devices named in honor of earthly figures in history rather than heavenly or divine entities.

The correct names would be Vàshô Naboris, Vàshô Medoh, Vàshô Ruta, & Vōshô Rudania as the figures they were named after were 3 females & 1 male.

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If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears.

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LoZ Cultural Masterlist 2

[nenenenely]

Ok, i've just read Kingdom 768 and I knew this would happen sooner or later, so this is why i'm gonna talk about Karyo Ten and not about Shin and Kyokai

🚨Spoilers Kingdom 768🚨

Everybody knows that Shin sees Ten as a sister so it's a great chance for her to move on and go for another guy. Here is my theory. Who would be a good husband or who's the best choice for Ten??

We know that people she knows outside the HSU are Mou Ki and ShouHeiKun from strategist affairs. Between this two guys, i'll personally choose SHK. Why? Why would i go for a small fish as Mou Ki if i can choose a bigger one?? Idk about Mou Ki's background but SHK is the head of Strategist affairs, chancellor of the right and has his own army and I believe he isn't married so that's my reason i ship them. I don't like the age gape but in this period of time such silly thing didn't matter.

But in case SHK is married, he may have concubines but idk if Ten would like to be a second wife. I got the feeling that she wants a family and not being part of a family...

What are your thoughts??

[chaos0pikachu]

Ahhh I agree with your thoughts about The Glory. Like everything about MDE and JYJ should be excellent… two individually traumatized people teaming up for revenge. JYJ's outwardly happy pill character with an inner dark side sounds really interesting on paper. And I get the explanations of why they work and why MDE deserves some happiness in the form of devoted romantic love, but the overall execution of JYJ's character and their relationship was just not it. I think a lot of it probably has a lot to do with how LDH was directed or maybe it was just him being miscast. In Part 1, it honestly felt like he was just in a completely different drama from the main cast. It would have been more interesting if they made JYJ older to match SHK's age, with a younger version of him meeting MDE's younger actress. Maybe they didn't think JYJ's puppy-esque character would work with an older actor idk.

And I really dislike how his mom was the one to save MDE by basically being like "pls don't kys for the sake of my son lulz." Ok thanks lady. Though I think that's when it hit me that they're supposed to be in love/can't live without each other, but none of their scenes really convinced me of that? Like oh, she's living because of him/his revenge (and his mom's pleading)? Like ooohh ok. I just wish she had realized she wanted to live herself lmao. That the bonds she built with him, the former school nurse, and especially Kang Hyun Nam made her long for more and realize she wanted those connections. But I guess setting up/teasing JYJ's revenge was too juicy for them to pass up.

I did like that JYJ's puppy love-ness in Part 1 was like a bait and switch in the reveal that he's totally unhinged. Like, it's weird to me to see ppl be like "he's a green flag" when dude moved an entire ass city to be closer to the woman who had routinely ignored him and removed herself from him (save for the one time to ask him for help post go tutoring) without telling her. Like wtf guys that's a giant RED flag lmao but it worked in the end b/c turns out JYJ is like, a low-key obsessive stalker lmao which is fine (in context) it works (in context) but then the show kinda...walks back on it at the same time? Like JYJ's unhinged and down for murder and then doesn't murder a single bitch in this house wtf???

It kinda felt like the show didn't wanna fully go there with his character and keep him as pure as possible within the narrative to make him worthy of MDE? Idk I thought it was hella weird that he didn't even get to stab one single bitch after allllllllll that talk about stabbing bitches and in the end HDY killed one of the main antagonists of the show the heck!? Like I loved it, it worked for the narrative all hail out beloved DIFL but why couldn't JYJ get in on the action?

It did the worst thing for his character, made him boring.

What's ironic is I loved the actor in Hotel Del Luna and felt like he had way better chemistry and story with IU's char lmao I preferred him so much to the main lead of that show and yet here I am in this one rooting for the other guy cause narrative trumps all

I think he's a good actor and there were moments he def brought the creepy intimidating factor I just wish the show went there with the character.

I also didn't like his mom coming out of completely NOWHERE to "save" MDE and tell her to basically be the salvation for his son. Again, women as the saviors of broken men is so....meh. There were plenty of things I wanted to see from MDE in the ending that we didn't get - one just ONE more scene with her and Soo-hee's mom like?? - that was dedicated more to this long setup for a potential s2 and I found that really frustrating.