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pastelsandpining · 3 years ago

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Whumptober Day 24

one down, two to go

self-induced injuries to escape | flashback | revenge

how lovely you are - Pretties AU part 3

part 1 | part 2 | part 4 | part 5

warnings: mentions of selling people, forced dieting, forced fasting, hunger, passing out, jealousy mention, blood, self-harm

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Her first night in New Hyrule was, in all unfortunate honesty, a fairytale. The streetlights twinkled with some type of candles she’d never seen before and everything looked so clean. Living in Castle Town meant she’d been around the fancier side of the world for most of her life, but it was nothing compared to this. The people around her all seemed so happy and carefree as they chased their children or pets through the street, and there was such a clear view of the sky that she had to wonder whether it was real. Music poured from the pavilion in the center of the square, the type that made her want to kick off her shoes and dance around without a care in the world. The smells of different foods and sweets made their way to her nose, taunting her to come closer.

To top it off, Link seemed nothing short of a gentleman. Somewhere along their stroll, they’d stopped to cut the stem of her flower so he could tuck it behind her ear, his fingers just ghosting over her skin, and Zelda thought she might faint.

“I’ve never seen so many sweets before,” she told him when they passed a stall loaded with delicious treats. The vendor offered them a plate, insisting they pick whatever their stomachs desired, but she politely declined. It wouldn’t be wise to fill up on sweets when she hadn’t eaten any other food yet. “Not even in the bakeries in Castle Town.”

“I don't think I’ve ever been to a bakery,” Link replied, eyeing the sweets almost suspiciously. They must not have had many over in the Kokiri prominence. He looked like he wanted to say more, elaborate on whatever thought he had, but he shook his head instead nodded in the direction of the pavilion. He didn’t seem to be the type to revel in the attention of others, but when she expressed her love of dancing in passing, there was little hesitation before he was pulling her to her feet.

By the time she was returned to her residence quarters just a mere few hours before daybreak, Zelda was under the impression that New Hyrule was indeed everything it was rumored to be and more. It was gorgeous and high spirited, and she’d enjoyed herself enough to wonder if maybe she would grow to be happy here.

The first few weeks were spent rather similarly. She would meet with Link and go out, whether it be on a designated date or a random little stroll in town. The premise was for them to get to know each other and meet other couples who were wandering around, but Zelda noticed that he didn’t talk about himself often. He insisted there was nothing to say, nothing interesting about him, but she always shook her head at him and assured him that she had a genuine interest in getting to know him. She didn’t know if he believed her or not, but she didn’t feel it was her place to try and convince him otherwise.

She liked him. In all brutal honesty, she liked him, and she hated it. It was one thing to like him if he was just a man she met on the streets, but he wasn’t. He was given to her, and her to him, without a say so at all. But this was her life now; there was no way around it.

They were getting to know each other slowly but surely. Their conversations grew longer, because there was no one else to talk to. Words came easy on nights like these, when they were sitting on the edge of a fountain, just a few inches apart for the sake of comfort, illuminated by lamp posts and sparkling stars. Zelda thought to lean on him, but it did not matter whether or not she liked him. To indulge in something their situation forced them into, if he didn’t want it, would do nothing for either of them.

She was nothing if not curious.

“May I ask what the Selection is like in the…” No, she didn’t want to say poor. That was in bad taste. “…in the provinces on the border?”

Something shifted in his expression. Maybe it was a sour memory. She almost regretted bringing it up at all. He inhaled through his nose, a hint of frustration, but then his shoulders dropped for a small shrug.

“Breeders come around every year,” he began, leaning back onto his hands and turning his face to the sky. He was quite a pretty thing to see outlined with light like this. “They… take, like, a consensus of sorts, and then that number tells them how many Selections they can take from that area. They don’t want too many of us, of course. We’re not wealthy and flashy and fancy.”

His voice was steely. Zelda could understand that. She was not so privileged that she couldn’t recognize the advantage she had.

“It was branded as an inclusion opportunity—to diversify,” she told him, shaking her head. “A chance for everyone to experience New Hyrule.”

“It’s a joke.”

She almost smiled at that.

“Don’t let them hear you,” she warned with a gentle nudge to his side. He side-eyed her, a smile forming on the corner of his lips. Then, just when she was feeling warm, his eyes left her and returned to the sky, the smile fading as quickly as it’d come.

“The census also tells them how many children they can keep an eye on. Every year, they check their progress. By the time we reach the ‘Age of Eligibility’, they know who they’re selecting.”

“That’s…unsettling. And they selected you?”

There was that look again, something far away and sad. Maybe a little angry.

“No,” Link said at last, shaking his head. “They selected a farm girl I knew. My best friend. She didn’t want to go, so they tried taking her by force, and I… They needed one person and with me, I mean– Can’t pay dead people. I made it impossible for them to say no. And, well, here I am.”

Zelda reached a hand towards him, but she thought better of making any contact and pulled it back to herself, dropping it into her lap. It was…awful, because she knew several ladies back in Castle Town that would have happily volunteered. There was really no need to resort to force.

“I’m sorry it came to that,” she said. “It was honorable of you.”

“She called me an idiot.”

He looked wistful. Something in her chest tightened considerably, and she scooted just the slightest bit away. It was not her place to pry or even assume, and the idea shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did because she didn’t own him–yet she asked anyway,

“Do you love her?”

Link did not answer her right away. Maybe he was studying the stars, as if the answer lied there instead of in his heart. The silence was unnerving. She almost took it back, but then he shrugged and said,

“Maybe I could’ve. Doesn’t matter now. I have you.”

His smile was small, but it was there. Zelda just wished it was genuine. He held his hand out to her and she took it, letting him lace their fingers with an ease she thought didn’t fit the conversation.

“Yes,” she replied, forcing a smile, “your Breeder-appointed match.”

He laughed dryly and squeezed her hand in the process.

“They’re the professionals,” he said in exasperation. “They know best.”

“It’s different in Castle Town,” Zelda said, because she didn’t like the territory their conversation was veering towards. “It’s this big, celebrated, life changing event. For us, being Selected is everything. Our social status, our value–all of it hinges on whether or not we fit the standards of New Hyrule. We’re put on display in front of all of the town and chosen publicly, so there’s no hiding it if you’re not picked.”

Link was watching her with a frown and, though she trusted he wouldn’t be judging her in the same way those Breeders did, shifted restlessly under his gaze.

“Still,” she continued, averting her gaze to her skirts, “I can’t deny that it can be beneficial. New Hyrule has the most prestigious university throughout the entire continent, and all I want to do is study.”

“What do you want to study?” Link asked, sitting a little straighter. He almost seemed interested in what she had to say.

“Everything,” she told him with a small shrug. “I want to study all I can. I think Hyrule and its history is fascinating and…” Zelda paused before she could get much further, biting the inside of her cheek as she glanced around. She couldn’t admit to anything out loud. She wasn’t naive enough to think people wouldn’t be listening in, so she leaned closer to his ear, raising a hand to cover her lips. “I want to learn more about this place, and what made everyone so eager to believe our issues and bad luck lie in our images.”

“Clever girl,” he said as he leaned back to look at her with a smile.

It was a few days later that Zelda learned she was not permitted to attend the university. Not yet, at least. She’d asked one of the workers who came to change her sheets every morning whether or not she knew anything about it, and the woman had done little more than laugh. The university is not accepting students, she’d told her with an odd look in her eye. You may only apply after two loyal years of residency within our kingdom. We are prosperous because we take only the best.

“No other university is like that,” she expressed to him at one of their lunches. It was a beautiful day under a clear sky, and the leaves on the trees were just starting to change color. Autumn would be among them soon.

“This place isn’t like any other in Hyrule,” Link reminded her, nudging her arm gently. “They’re stuck up. This is what they do.”

She still wasn’t satisfied.

In the following weeks, Zelda started to notice that her diet was changing. It was so subtle, she almost didn’t realize it–but she was not offered the same types of foods she’d gotten to indulge herself with in Castle Town. Namely, the sweets came less and less and the only reason she’d noticed is because she had quite the sweet tooth. She thought to ask, but figured it was a rotational thing. Maybe they changed the menus to match the seasons, or maybe they were running low on supplies and needed to reserve what little they did have. Either way, she tried not to be too concerned about it, especially since Link had noticed it, too.

Her clothing was different as well. Slowly but surely, the staff who took care of the residential buildings must’ve been swapping her once colorful dresses in favor of pure whites. She assumed it was a bridal sort of thing, because she was not the only lady wandering the town in clothing of the sort. No official wedding announcements had been made, but it was not a secret that matches who got along would be wed in the spring. She liked to think that, though she didn’t need a marriage, she and Link were getting along just fine.

“I promise I’m not this stupid,” he said with a laugh when they were taking a morning stroll, “but all your dresses look the same to me recently.”

Zelda tried not to think too hard about the fact that he’d noticed what she was wearing.

“Well, they’re certainly very similar. I’m quite jealous of you, actually. You’ve twice the color on your person than I have.”

“This is my last shirt that isn’t green.”

She furrowed her brows at that, tilting her head.

“Green? What do you mean, green?”

Why did that sound important? Familiar? It was a feeling in the very back of her head, something she couldn’t quite figure out. Green and white. Or, maybe there was nothing significant about it all, and she was just going mad.

After their morning together, Zelda did not see Link again. Not for a few days, at the very least. She wanted to be worried, but she was not permitted the time to think about it. She and all the other ladies she’d arrived in New Hyrule with were expected to devote themselves to the Goddess. The first day at the missionary was hardly a pleasant one. They were expected to learn scriptures and songs, writing them over and over until her hands were cramping but she had them memorized. She would much prefer writing papers at the university, but these religious studies had something to do with Hyrule, didn’t they? They must’ve bared some sort of significance, so she sat through them. She wrote and recited until there were no other thoughts filling her brain. It was only the Goddess, the Triforce, Din, Nayru, Farore, the Hero, the Sword, the songs–

The women who could not keep up–well, she didn’t know what happened to them. They were escorted out of the missionary to goddesses knew where and never returned, and without the time to wander the streets like she’d had before, Zelda hadn’t the slightest clue if they were still in New Hyrule at all. She was being extreme, though. People learned at different rates and that was hardly a reason to expel someone.

Just when she was getting the hang of the writing and the standing and the kneeling and the exhaustive learning, she found that the worst hadn’t even come yet. With no previous training, no preparation, nothing of the sort, they’d thrown her into a chapel and told her to pray. A prayer that was extensive, from dawn until dusk, and required a fasting that even the most revered of priestesses had to train for. Several of the girls she’d been with had passed out, but no one came to collect them. Even so, it was still hard to concentrate, to put her heart into it as they all demanded she do, when her fellow students were miserable and her head was pounding, her stomach breaking the quiet air with loud rumbling.

We take only the best.

By the time Zelda was released from her prayers, she was on the verge of joining the mass of unconscious bodies left behind in the chapel. There were only a few who made it out, but they were in no better of a condition than her. Waiting for her outside was none other than Link, and after not seeing him for a while, this was certainly not the way she wanted to greet him. She had to fight to keep her balance, and her body screamed with every move she made. She’d never felt so deprived before. She hadn’t known hunger or exhaustion like this. It must’ve showed on her face, or in the broken way she carried herself, because Link felt the need to put an arm around her for support once he was close enough.

“Are you alright?” he asked her. At the very least, his concern was genuine.

“Just– hungry, is all,” Zelda replied, though she was certain the hours upon hours of kneeling didn’t help. “I haven’t eaten all day.”

“What?” Link asked, looking at her with furrowed brows. “Why not?”

Because she wasn’t allowed food. Because she’d spent the day in agonizing prayer with no prior training for the conditions they’d just put her body through.

“I had to fast,” she answered instead. “We were praying. I suppose I’m just not used to that.”

Link frowned.

“Let’s get some food in you, then,” he said and before she could say much else, he was steering her in the direction of a little cafe. “Is that what you’ve been doing lately? Praying?”

“Yes. New Hyrule is to be as devoted to the Goddess as possible, and I suppose training priestesses is a part of that.”

“I thought you wanted to be a scholar.” He sounded so confused that it genuinely hurt. He was right; she did want, more than anything, to be a scholar. The truth of it was that she wasn’t given a choice.

“I hope this show of loyalty can lead me into the university sooner. What have you been doing recently?”

“Training,” he replied with a frown. “Weaponry, chivalry, everything of the sort.”

“That sounds far more intriguing than devotions.”

The sun had gone down by now, but the streetlamps were alive and teeming with little moths. It was almost a beautiful night, if it weren’t for the fact that she felt like she was relying far too heavily on Link. Even with his support, her legs were trembling.

It seemed they were trying to build up her endurance, because the ministers insisted she continue her agonizing devotions for as long as she could, and the conditions in which she underwent them were ever changing. When the hours knelt over in a chapel approached the barest tip of tolerance, they escorted her to a spring on the outskirts of the city, where the water was cold and the bugs were starving. And then, the weather turned colder too, and the water in the spring became freezing.

The next time she met up with Link, neither of them made it far before collapsing in the middle of a meadow, losing the last bit of consciousness they’d fought so hard to keep. When they woke up, when the sky was starting to fade to dusk, Link expressed to her how exhaustive the training he’d been put through had become.

“I don’t understand,” Zelda told him, moving closer when he beckoned. “And you’re not the only one doing this?”

“There’s a few others who’ve made it through,” he answered as he shook his head. “But not many.”

She looked to the sky, squinting at the stars starting to twinkle against their backdrop. None of it made any sense—and then it did, and she was almost passing back out at the realization.

“Do you think they’re trying to… to recreate the Goddess and her Hero?” she asked.

Before she could begin to really pull information from her surroundings to justify her hypothesis, the agony began to even out. Her body could tolerate hunger and cold far better than it used to. It was still incredibly hard to stay still for hours on end, thinking of nothing but the Goddess and prayers and pleads to Her that made no sense to Zelda. Link seemed to be doing a lot better, too. He didn’t look as tired, and all of his effort was paying off—though she thought he was already pretty fit when she first met him. Things almost seemed okay, tolerable, and maybe that was just because she was forcing herself. The drive to attend university was too strong for her to think about going against it. New Hyrule, whether she liked it or not, was her best opportunity to make something more of herself than just this priestess.

But New Hyrule did not want that.

Zelda wondered if this was meant to be some kind of fucked up bonding experience. She and Link were certainly growing closer, but this was not the means she wanted to achieve that by.

It was a rare free morning, as the Autumn air started to bite a little colder and a little deeper, when she caught him looking at her a little longer than she thought he usually did. She looked his way, more than just a glance, and his lips only quirked up into a smile.

“What?” she asked, feeling her cheeks flush as her mouth formed its own smile.

“I’m just thinking,” he replied with a shrug.

“Sounds difficult,” she commented absentmindedly, and he laughed.

“You remind me a lot of her, you know. My best friend.”

Zelda bit the inside of her cheek, fighting to keep her smile from slipping. She was probably making up the implication there; there was really no need for her to be jealous.

“Is that why you like me?” she asked, her tone playful as she picked up a flower from the bush they were passing.

“No,” Link said, shaking his head. “I like you because you’re Zelda.”

It was the last peaceful morning before a bout of torment. While the rest of New Hyrule, and all of the Old Hyrule, celebrated the peak of winter with Midwinter festivals that were praise for the Goddess and prosperity, Zelda and Link were expected to attend a special ceremony of their own. It was a pre-wedding sort of thing, at least, that’s what they’d told her, since all weddings were beginning in the spring. The temple they were brought into was dark–so dark that she couldn’t even see her own hands. Without the priestess guiding her, she’d have no idea where she was going. It made her all the more comfortable when they told her to remove her dress, because she had the confidence she wouldn’t be seen by anyone. Not even Link. How the leaders knew where they were going, she didn’t know.

We gather today to baptize you into the faith of New Hyrule, claiming you as one of us. You’ve proven great strength and devotion and tonight, we celebrate you and your accomplishment in making it thus far.

Zelda grasped Link’s hand tight as she stepped down into the shallow pool. A priestess was guiding her, and had she not been, she might’ve scrambled back at the consistency of whatever she was stepping into. It felt far too thick and sticky to just be water. Or maybe it was, and she was just losing her mind. Maybe it was the insane amount of incense filling the air, almost like it was meant to mask another smell. Either way, it certainly wasn’t comfortable. It made her skin crawl and she fought every urge she had to squirm. She couldn’t focus, not even to listen to whatever prayer was being said. It felt wrong, and she didn’t feel very accomplished or celebrated. And when they poured something over her head, there was a stark difference in the liquids. That was water. Probably something blessed. What they were standing in…

Zelda did not breathe again until she was out of that chapel. Until the air was fresh and natural and did not sting her lungs. Her body was clean. They’d drenched them in water and toweled them down, which made her certain the pool had no water at all–but her clothes were clean and there was nothing but tints of red underneath her fingernails.

“Zelda?” Link asked. He looked as unsettled as she. “Are you bleeding?”

She frowned and checked her arms, but there was nothing to indicate an injury, so she shook her head.

“Are you? I can’t imagine a physical injury would fit their description of perfection,” she said, squinting at her nails again. “They pad you for training, don’t they?”

He shook his head. Zelad slowly lowered her hands, averting her eyes, because she didn’t want to think about what Link was implying.

“Do you… do you think it could’ve been paint?” she asked weakly, though she already knew the answer. She didn’t need to see him shake his head again. All was quiet, even the world had stopped spinning as she contemplated. No, they hadn’t just– That pool couldn’t have been– Where would they have even gotten that much blood!? The world fell back into motion, or maybe she was the one falling, but either way, Link grabbed her arm and pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered,

“We need to get out of here.”

She couldn’t agree more.

“But– no one leaves New Hyrule,” she whispered back. “They won’t let us out. I’ve noticed– the security at the walls is impassable and…”

“Well, they want perfection, don’t they? Let’s just…Let’s not be perfect.”

And maybe it was extreme, maybe it was a little overdramatic, but Zelda couldn’t find it in her to disagree. The more she looked around, the more she began to notice New Hyrule was… odd. Those smiles on her first day here seemed forced. Fake. Almost as if there was nothing behind their eyes. The nights were unnaturally quiet, and the skies were unnaturally clear, and Zelda hated it. They’d starved her, they’d pushed her to the point of exhaustion, she wasn’t allowed to be herself, and they’d bathed her in blood. The evidence was under her nails and the remnants made her shudder. What other reason would they have to suffocate her with incense?

“Are you sure about this…?” Zelda asked, gripping a letter opener in shaky hands. The idea had been brilliant upon first suggestion, but now…

They were settled together, tucked into a corner of her room. He wasn’t supposed to be in the girls residential at all, much less in her room, which would’ve made this all the more exciting if it wasn’t for the context it was under.

“I don’t think we have any other option,” Link replied, setting his hands over hers.

“But what are the chances they actually throw us out?”

“I don’t know. But they can’t make us their poster couple if we aren’t picture perfect.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And I don’t want to hurt you—but I think they’ll hurt us more than we could ever hurt each other if we can’t get out. I don’t— I can’t end up like everyone else. You’ve seen— Zelda, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed that this place– it isn’t right.”

“I know, but—“

Zelda dropped the letter opener. They’d already ruled out doing it to themselves; she would never have been able to, but maybe she should’ve tried, because this was no easier.

“Me first,” she declared, nudging the makeshift weapon towards Link. He didn’t look so certain anymore, but she held her arms out to him and pulled up her dress skirts anyway.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. She shook her head at him and offered a small smile.

“You’re not the one hurting me,” Zelda replied. Besides, it wasn’t like he was going to kill her—and even if he did, better Link than this cursed place they were trapped in.

She was still shaking though, even as Link scooted closer.

“Don’t think about it,” he told her, raising a hand to cradle her cheek. She wanted nothing more than to melt into his touch, let her eyes close and just sleep. All she could do instead was nod and watch him as he moved closer.

His lips touched hers, gentle and intoxicating all at once, and she almost didn't feel the bite of the blade into her skin.

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deiliamedlini · 3 years ago

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Whumptober 2021- The Darkness I Know

No. 24 - One Down Two To Go

self-induced injuries to escape | flashback | revenge

Fic Summary: After the world as she knew it was destroyed by the corruption of Malice, Zelda allies herself with her saviors from captivity: a disgruntled former governor, an alert paramedic, a cocky pilot, an excessively overt optimist, and a blind strategist. While the corrupted, malice-filled Yiga Clan looks for revenge on them, Zelda has to learn how important it is to find family in others... and how much more dangerous the stakes become if she fails to protect them.

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“Let him go,” Dorian had said to her, his voice low and threatening in the echo of the Yiga hideout. “Let him go or we’ll take him too.”

Zelda shivered in her sleep, his voice all too clear in her mind.

“What’s happening?” Link asked when she loosened her grip on his arms, following Dorian’s orders with a sick feeling in her stomach. He pulled her away firmly, and all the panic she’d kept down burst out in a shriek as Link’s grip had been torn from her. There was no safe presence, no calming voice. He was gone, and she was at the mercy of a group of sadistic cultists.

“Zelda!” he’d cried, trying to get to his feet. But when Zelda watched one of the Yiga grunts pull at his ankle chain, sending him face first onto the ground, she felt a strange sense of determination break through her.

“Link! Leave him alone!”

She’d managed to get an arm free, trying to break away to get to Link, but one of the grunts pulled her by the hair, and smacked her across the cheek. It did nothing but light a fire under Zelda as she struggled against everyone and everything with newfound determination and anger.

When Astor appeared in front of her with Malice in his hands like it were nothing, she finally froze.

“Hold her still, Dorian. And don’t let her take it off.”

“Wha—” she whispered as Dorian locked his hold on her so she could no longer move her arms.. “Let go!” she shrieked, managing to kick out at a small table with a closed box that clattered to the floor.

He nudged the back of her leg, sending her to her knees, and he kept her there.

Astor reached down and grabbed a pin-point sharp knife and held it up for her before coating it in a layer of Malice.

And Zelda realized then that she was dead.

“Dorian! Please! Don’t let him do this! Please! This is going to kill me!”

“It didn’t kill me.”

She could hear Link screaming out for her still, though she couldn’t see him, and all the sounds in her ears suddenly sounded terribly far away.

“I could do this to him instead,” Astor had whispered to her, sliding the knife along her cheek.

Zelda hadn’t been able to help the whimpers that escaped her throat in a purely instinctual panic. They were the sounds of her keeping sobs at bay, of holding her breath so she didn’t scream, as she’d been taught to do her whole life if she were ever threatened like this.

“No. No, please. Not Link.”

“Smart girl. You don’t want him to get all the glory.”

She tossed and turned, balling up into a protective ball, clutching her arm instinctively from her dream.

She’d called Link’s name, though why, she didn’t know. He was as helpless as she was. But when the knife hovered over her skin, she couldn’t contain her panic. It was all sounds and ‘no’ and heavy breathing to the point she thought—and hoped—she’d simply pass out through it all.

She didn’t.

She felt every slice of the knife, every dig into her skin. She felt pieces of her torn away and eaten up by the Malice as it coursed over her skin and into her wound like a slithering snake.

She’d begged. No matter how badly she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, she had done it in the end. She’d tried to appeal to Dorian. But he was not the man she knew.

Somewhere beyond her own screams she could hear her name from Link. He was hoarse, screaming and struggling to no avail.

It was only when a Yiga tied a bandage over the Malice to keep it in that she realized it was over. It stretched on forever as they ensured it did its job thoroughly, and so did Astor’s knife. But nothing had cut deeper than Dorian’s betrayal.

Her eyes shot open, and she rubbed at her arm. It was burning, but nothing new.

Malo Mart was pitch black except for the moonlight that streamed in through glass roof panels.

She was still beside the moblin, and a puddle of their mixed blood had met between them both. Her leg was cut. Her head throbbed. Her arm was acting up. And she was bone tired.

And hungry, but that was another matter entirely.

Blinking heavily, and got a long time, she finally managed to sit up, though it only made the room spin. Putting her head between her legs—an old trick she remembered hearing, but was unsure if it actually worked—she tried to let the dizzy spell pass.

Water. She needed water, and then food. Maybe there was something left somewhere in the store.

But that was when she heard it. The distant sound of whispering, the echo of footsteps.

It wasn’t a moblin, the whispering took most Malice-possessed creatures out of the mix. It couldn’t be a Yiga; she’d have sensed them. No, it was her next biggest fear in this world: strangers.

She fumbled around for a piece of glass again, skimming her hands around until she bumped it. Her fingers closed over the piece, and she felt it cut her slightly where her nerves had her squeezing too hard.

But what if…

What if it were Urbosa, Daruk, Mipha, and Link?

She set the glass down in front of her and waited, hand hovering at the ready.

The footsteps grew louder, and Zelda tucked the glass against her, laying down and pretending to be unconscious again.

“Damn. Look at this blood,” someone whispered. “Something—”

“Shit,” another voice cooed. “That’s a hell of a moblin.”

“And there’s a girl. Think she’s dead.”

“Killed it?”

“Looks it. Took her down in the end, though.”

“Hrmm. See what she’s got on her and we’ll keep looking around.”

She stiffened at the unfamiliar voices, and her hand was ready to move.

“Zelda?”

Her eyes flew open, and saw the two unfamiliar men look up, suddenly tense.

“Zelda! Are you in here?”

Their voices rang out with carelessness, and she heard their hoard of footsteps step inside.

“Maybe she’s in the back. Who wouldn’t come in here?” Daruk said.

“Zelda?”

The men beside her ducked down. “Her?” one whispered to the other.

“Maybe.”

“Take her shit and let’s go.”

At first, Zelda was tempted to stay as still as she could and to just let them rummage through her pockets. What did she have that would interest them, really?

But the second one touched her, all she could see were the Yiga who’d held her down and carved into her arm for no reason other than to get her to finish some ritual. She saw the devils who burned her village, who killed Revali, who threatened everyone and everything she knew.

Neither were Yiga, dressed instead in warm jackets and hats. One even had some fingerless gloves. But when they touched her, they were no longer human to her. They were Yiga. Yiga who would destroy, and needed to be destroyed.

She heard her name again, this time, from Link’s voice.

And she snapped.

“Link!” she screamed, sitting up and pushing the man off of her. “Urbosa!”

“Zelda!”

One of the men had the wherewithal to step away, but the other threw himself onto Zelda and covered her mouth. The first saw Zelda flail , reaching for her knife, and dove beside them, pushing it away and holding her hands still.

“Shh! Shhhh!” the man whispered, pressing harder into her mouth. “Shut up!”

Despite the hand muffling her voice, Zelda kept making noise and flailing.

One let go, and she turned over, her eyes rolling back behind her head in pain as something dug into her arm.

“Stop moving! They’ll find us!”

“Just get her up! Let’s go!”

“Leave her!”

“No! We need whatever she’s got!”

“She was dead a minute ago!”

Her head spun, but she shoved one off of her and managed to get to her knees. But that was as far as she made it.

“Hold her! We need an out, you idiot! Don’t let her fight you.”

“Hold her still, Dorian,” Astor had said. “And don’t let her take it off.”

“Grab a knife! They’re coming!”

“I said hold her! I need my knife!”

Zelda screamed, trying to bite at their hands, to claw with her nails. But everything had piled onto itself. She hadn’t slept or eaten. She was injured again. Her senses had gone from overdrive to barely attentive. She was losing.

Link ran past her, his staff sliding in front of him as fast as he could move.

“Link!” she muffled, but it was enough.

He turned to the sound of her voice, and one of the men got up with their knife. She made a panicked noise, still trying to get the other’s hand off of her, but Link seemed to understand, and he stepped away, his staff protectively in front of him just in time to avoid a haphazard slice.

Then, the hand was off her.

Zelda turned around to see Urbosa ripping the man away from her, throwing him backwards and drawing her sword. He started to stutter in panic.

Zelda wiped her mouth and looked back at Link. “Go left!” she yelled, pushing herself to her feet.

He didn’t hesitate, moving left immediately. The man, however, swung his knife out in the same direction, right towards Link.

Zelda threw herself onto him, sending them both to the ground. He dropped the knife and Zelda pushed it out of reach.

Link followed the sound of the struggle and held his arm out. Zelda grabbed it, and he pulled her to her feet quickly.

There was no time for anything else, because Daruk grabbed the man by the collar and threw him across the floor. “Get out!”

“You’re lucky we’ll let you leave with your life!” Urbosa echoed. “Don’t return!”

Zelda watched them run, and sagged into Link, exhausted. “How did you find me here?”

Urbosa hummed contentedly as she ran a hand through Zelda’s hair. The second time she did it, she examined the blood. “We followed the incredibly obvious trail left by this moblin here. It followed you for a while, didn’t it? You flew far, Little Bird.”

Though Zelda was bone-tired, she still had the energy to pull away from both of their comfort. “Why are you here? I was trying to protect you! The Yiga can track me! They’ll be here soon, I know it!” Get out!”

“Who do you think we are that you can order us away?” Urbosa asked. “We’re not ruffians, or thieves. We’re your family now, Zelda, and you’re ours.”

“Well, letting me in was not safe. Just leave me alone.”

“Will you just stop?” Urbosa snapped. “We found you while we were rescuing Revali. We brought you with us, and Revali blew up their hideout. We made you a target, because we became their target. Sure, that man is after you, but the entire Yiga Clan wants us dead. We killed their leaders, their followers, destroyed their home, ruined their plans. So, maybe you can see past your self-centered martyrdom. If you want to leave because we’re putting you in more danger, that’s a different story. But the Yiga are after us regardless, so don’t think you’re causing us any extra grief. Revali’s death was tragic, and I’d give the world for him back, but he brought this on himself when he set the dominos up and knocked them down. He hoped he’d get out of the way, but he didn’t. We’re all just waiting now to see if we’ll be hit by the repercussions.”

Daruk and Mipha watched with sympathetic expressions, but they were both hardened in solidarity. They agreed with Urbosa, as much as they felt for Zelda.

“They can find us because of me, though.”

Mipha stepped forward this time. “They’ve always found us, Zelda. You were probably never exposed to it because Dorian was in your village, but they find whoever they want. They took Sidon from me before we met. I had to get him back when we all gathered at the rendezvous. I got him out with someone else once Kakariko fell because I’m the one who isn’t safe, not him. Because I’m part of the team who takes the Yiga down. I gave up my little brother, my only blood family left, to keep him safe from me. You are not leading them to us, regardless of if they can sense you or not, because they’ve always been there.”

Zelda turned to Link to see if he had anything to say. But he just stood there silently, leaning against his staff with his head turned away.

Daruk looked between them and stepped forward, gently guiding Zelda away from Link by the shoulder. “You don’t look great. Let’s see if there’s anything here we can all eat, and maybe a… well… you need new clothes.”

She followed Daruk, but looked over her shoulder to see Mipha with Link, and Urbosa examining some of the things on the ground from their struggles.

“He’s been nervous,” Daruk said when they were far enough away. “And angry with himself.”

“Why angry?” Zelda asked, limping behind. Daruk slowed down for her.

“He didn’t even know you were gone. He’s feeling useless, which isn’t something he’s used to. He knows his limitations, but he also knows where he can be a great asset, so this feeling isn’t something that he’s dealing with well.”

Zelda was going to say something, to let an apology slip from her lips, but she couldn’t. She’d done it for his sake, and she wasn’t sorry that she’d tried to protect him… all of them, really.

“I’m not asking you to feel bad,” Daruk muttered when Zelda didn’t say anything more. “Just want ya’ to know where he’s coming from.”

“I do feel bad. I don’t want him hurt, but better hurt than dead.”

Daruk sighed again, heavier and more defeated. “Here are some clothes that look like they’ll fit you.”

He left her alone, heading back to the others, and Zelda sifted through the clothes. Thankfully, whenever the store was last seriously looted seemed to be warmer weather, because there were no shorts, but there were sweaters. She grabbed a blue sweater, a pair of black jeans, a few shirts for layers, a bubble vest, socks, boots, gloves, and a hat all from around the store.

She’d gone into the back rooms, and thankfully, one of the sinks still worked, so she stripped all her bloodied clothes off and began to wash up, scrubbing as best she could and changing into her new clothes. Inside Malo Mart was a bit warmer thanks to the sunroof and walls, so she carried her vest and hat as she wandered the store.

Urbosa was grabbing clothes for everyone while wheeling a shopping cart around. She smirked in Zelda’s direction, though it didn’t meet her eyes. “Some normalcy at last. Daruk is checking the food.”

Zelda nodded and pressed her hands to her eyes. “I could use some.”

“We can hunt if there’s nothing.”

She was off to another rack, and Zelda was left alone again in the giant store.

Malo Mart used to be one of her favorite stores before the Malice. She’d go between classes when she had an hour gap and there was one near her campus, but that had done a number on her credit card.

How long had the bills been delivered to her house before they’d finally stopped?

Aimlessly wandering into the hardware section, she started grabbing random items that looked interesting. A box of nails, some tools, a basket to carry things in, random things. She shuddered when she realized that she felt just a bit weaker on this end of the store, as opposed to the side with the moblin, but at least she knew she wasn’t going to pass out anymore. Not from that, anyway. Her head wound, maybe, but not because of the Malice.

Making her way back to the front of the store, she dropped her things off near Mipha. “I’m going outside for air. And no, I’m not running, if anyone asks.”

“Okay,” Mipha said kindly before staring off at Link where he stood beside Urbosa as she held shirts in front of him. “I’ll tell them.”

The air felt good on her face now that she wasn’t running though it for her life. The maze was easier to maneuver through, and she sat on the hood of a car that looked severely dead, one that wouldn’t set the alarm off, at least.

There was another car with the hood open, and Zelda slid off after sitting for a whole three seconds. She peeked into the gears, and smiled sadly to herself. She was no car mechanic, but it was something familiar to her. She was the one people had gone to back home when she and Dorian had been the two who fixed everything, keeping their village running.

She slid her hand over the cold, unused metal, and hissed. Goddess, it was all so frustrating, she wanted to explode.

Her skin had to be more fragile since the Malice, because her hand was bleeding again. At this point, she simply rolled her eyes and hoped that her shots from before the Malice were still good. But she dug her hand inside again, and pulled at various pieces of metal, scrap, in this case, that wouldn’t have much other use just sitting in the car.

And then…

Explode.

She froze, her eyes scanning the car before running back into the store to grab some tools.

“Zelda, your hand is—”

“I know!”

She ran back outside with a newfound purpose, and started taking more bits apart, piling them up until she had everything she wanted. She was careful, and was out there longer than she realized. But then again, cold was something she was used to now.

Setting her things down, she sat where Mipha had been, though the area was now empty, and got to work.

Link felt warm in his new clothes. Warmer than he had been, and with the weather steadily getting colder, he welcomed the sweat on his brow that was fixed by removing his knit cap.

Zelda was loudly tinkering with something metallic, setting things down with an echo, twisting knobs with the clicks of a socket wrench, wandering the aisles to grab more things before returning to her spot.

He didn’t have the heart to sit with her though. Not yet. Just hearing her was enough for him, hearing that she was here, safe. But he couldn’t talk to her. Not now.

“Have another,” Mipha said, handing him a third granola bar. They’d found a box in the back, with several bars in perfect condition. Among other things, this was the easiest to prepare.

They’d packed what they could, and Zelda had gathered her own oddities that she wanted to bring with her in a significantly heavier backpack this time.

“Give her one,” Mipha whispered, slipping an extra granola bar into his hand.

“I can’t.”

“Just hold it out. But do it. She was shaken, you’re shaken. You both miss each other. Just give her the food as a peace offering.”

Link’s fingers wrapped around it, but his hand shook. “I don’t think I can.”

“Why not?”

He hesitated and turned away. “I don’t know if I can get close to her again, knowing that she’s going to bolt every three seconds. I can’t just not know if she’s dead for days at a time, or if she’d taken off, or if she’s just gone somewhere to get a drink. I don’t want to be obsessed with her, but I’m going to be. She ripped off the band-aid when she snuck away in the night. Maybe we’re meant to keep it this way.”

“Oh please,” Mipha scoffed, giving him a little push. “Don’t be like Sidon. Go talk to her, either way. Figure it out rather than hiding from her.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

The tapping of his staff had Zelda turning in surprise even before he was close to her. He’d done everything to stay away form her, that his presence nearby was even a shock.

“Link,” she said, if only so he knew how far she was.

“Zelda.”

He stopped beside her, his staff hitting her knee before he could crash.

Clearing his throat, he held the granola bar out. “This is for you. In case you’re still hungry.”

She took it carefully, like touching his hand would set off an alarm. “Thank you.”

“Right. Enjoy.”

“Wait!” she called, before he could back away. “Do you want to sit?”

“I don’t know. Yes and no.”

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. “I’m sorry.” It came out far easier than she thought it would. With Daruk, the words were next to impossible. She wasn’t sorry. But seeing Link hesitant to even be near her had broken that down in an instant. She stood up and moved in front of him. “Can we talk?”

“Zelda, I’m tired,” he whispered. “I haven’t slept since you… since the other day.”

“I can tell,” she mused without humor, looking at the bags under his eyes. They told the story far more than he could have in that moment.

“Go ahead,” he sighed, waiting.

She didn’t want to waste any time beating around the bush this time. “I’m sorry. I took off, and I didn’t tell you. That, I am sorry for. But I knew if I did, you’d stop me. You’d get everyone to stop me. And I needed you to be safe from me. After what I did to Revali, I couldn’t let that happen to you.”

“Oh, you stabbed him? You made him bleed out internally? Is that… did I miss that part? The part where you did that to him?”

“He got me out of there, and he died because of me.”

“My parents died because of me, by that logic. I helped anger the Yiga, and they took it out on Kakariko. My parents, my friends, my village. It was all my fault. I should go away, then.”

“No, that’s not…”

“It sounds ridiculous when someone else says it about themselves, doesn’t it?” he breathed, trying to control himself. He grit his teeth to keep tears from spilling, because despite his anger and annoyance, he was beyond relieved that he was talking to her. So relieved that he didn’t know how else to express it.

“I did it because I love you. Is that the worst reason?”

“Maybe.” He grabbed her elbow before sliding down into her hand. “I love you. And, maybe television and books made me so naïve to the realities of it, but when I realized I’d do anything for you, I thought that was it. That’s the great love story. But I didn’t realize just how painful and hard it would be to understand that you feel the same way. It’s easy to throw yourself into danger for someone else. It’s harder to see that they’re willing to do it too. So I’m sorry. I’m not sure if I can stop myself from being angry that you did it—not right this second, anyway—but I understand.”

“I get that.”

Link brought her hand to his lips and held it there, not quite a kiss, but enough. When he lifted his head, he was determined. “Can I ask you to promise me one thing?”

“You can.”

“If… if you’re going to run. If you can’t be with us, if it overwhelms you, whatever it might be… if you need to leave because you think it has to happen, tell me first. I’ll help you leave. I’ll sneak you away and I won’t look back if that’s what you need, but I want to know. I thought you were just safe in the woods, but hours later, you were gone. I just want to know next time, if there is a next time. I won’t talk you out of it. I won’t ask questions. I’ll understand after a while because I understand you. Please, can you promise me that?”

Zelda stretched her face in an attempt to stop her tears. She could see them in Link’s eyes, and that never helped. “Yes. I can promise that.”

They kept at a comfortable distance the rest of the day. It wasn’t forced or strained, and the tension had faded significantly. Everyone had taken turns napping, and Zelda kept herself busy with her tasks.

After eating again, they all settled a bit further from Zelda’s area, at her request.

The sky outside had darkened with oncoming rain again, and they’d each bundled up for the cold night.

“This spot taken?” Zelda asked, kneeling beside Link.

He smirked and shook his head, patting the ground. They shared a heavy coat as a blanket. Link had rolled something under his head as a pillow and offered to share it, but Zelda opted to half throw herself onto him, using him as her pillow instead. She could tell he didn’t mind from the way he practically purred. His hand ran up and down her back, and it didn’t take much effort for Zelda to understand that he was calming himself more than soothing her, or even flirting. His hand found her skin when her shirt rode up, and still, she couldn’t find him seeking anything more than grateful awareness that she was still there.

She reached up and kissed him, slow and deliberate, and on any other day, in any other situation, it might have gone further. He eagerly returned her attentions, but there was a distinct tiredness in both their movements.

“Goodnight,” she whispered as she pulled away, returning to her spot on his chest. His hand tightened on her shirt, and she hesitated, kissing him once more before settling herself down. “Sleep. I promised you, I won’t disappear.”

His hand relaxed and returned to its pattern from earlier. He mumbled something, but she didn’t catch it, instead closing her eyes in peace.

Apparently, though, the universe thought peace was overrated.

Hours later, while the store was pitch dark without a hint of light, Zelda’s eyes flew open. The patter of rain on the glass roof was the only sensation she had until she felt around for Link, who’d rolled in the night and she’d been on his arm.

She grabbed his shoulder and tapped his chest repeatedly, causing him to sit up with a gasp.

“What is it?”

For a long moment, she couldn’t find words in her throat. They’d stuck in there in her panic. And when she found them, they were garbled. “They’re… and I can… if you want. But soon…”

“Stop, slow down.” He held her tightly again as a sense of understanding passed over him. “You’re going?”

“They’re going to be here soon. It’s strong. I can feel them coming. I should go. I need to go.”

Link rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Do you know how soon?”

“No. But not long. I think I slept through most of it. It’s a heavy presence, like, like breathing on your neck.”

“Come on, then. If that’s what you want, let’s get you out.”

Zelda felt him move, grabbing his things. But she felt strength inside her, the likes she hadn’t felt before she’d been cursed by this Malice. She grabbed his arm to stop him, her heart beating in her throat.

“Link…”

He grabbed his staff and felt her hand tighten on him. “They’re already here, aren’t they?”

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pinkfruitgender · 3 years ago

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zoomiegender names and pronouns for @zoomiegender

names

zoom

star

zip

rush

nyoom

whip

katt

moon

sky

orion

felix

stretch

pronouns

zo/zoom/zoomself

spe/speed/speedself

ru/run/runself

go/go/goself

ru/rush/rushself

sta/star/starself

me/meow/meowself

nya/nyan/nyanself

ni/night/nightself

mo/moon/moonself

ru/rush/rushself

thri/thrill/thrillself

#zoomiegender #names #pronouns #mogai #lgbt #xenogender #transgender #nonbinary #queer #neopronouns

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pronounsrus · 3 years ago

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Hi hello , is it okay for you to make ghost bc / the band ghost themed neos ? Or you can make gothic steampunk neos , I'm fine with either !

I dont think we know anything about the band but we can try!

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Absent/Absentia/Absentias/Absentia's/Absentiaself

Air/Air/Airs/Air's/Airself

Call/Call/Calls/Call's/Callself

Ciri/Cirice/Cirices/Cirice's/Ciriceself

Cross/Cross/Crosses/Cross's/Crosself

Clock/Clock/Clocks/Clock's/Clockself

Ceremon/Ceremony/Ceremonies/Ceremony's/Ceremonyself

Ceremony/Devotion/Ceremony devotions/Ceremony devotion's/Ceremony devotionself

Ceremony/Devotion/Ceremony and Devotions/Ceremony and Devotion's/Ceremony and Devotionself

Dance/Dance/Dances/Dance's/Danceself

Dance/Macabre/Dance macabres/Dance macabre's/Dance macabreself

Dust/Dust/Dusts/Dust's/Dustself

Deus/Absentia/Deus Absentias/Deus Absentia's/Deus Absentiaself

Deus/Absentia/Deus in Absentias/Deus in Absentia's/Deus in Absentiaself

Dark/Darkness/Darknesses/Darkness's/Darknesself

Devote/Devotion/Devetions/Devetion's/Devetionself

Etern/Eternal/Eternals/Eternal's/Eternalself

Epony/Eponymous/Eponymous'/Eponymous's/Eponymouself

Earth/Earth/Earths/Earth's/Earthself

Faith/Faith/Faiths/Faith's/Faithself

Fire/Fire/Fires/Fire's/Fireself

Forge/Forge/Forges/Forge's/Forgeself

Ghost/Ghost/Ghosts/Ghost's/Ghostself

Go/Go/Goes/Go's/Goself

Go/Goat/Go-goats/Go-goat's/Go-goatself

Goat/Goat/Goats/Goat's/Goatself

Ghoul/Ghoul/Ghouls/Ghoul's/Ghoulself

Ham/Hammer/Hammers/Hammer's/Hammerself

Hunt/Hunter/Hunters/Hunter's/Hunterself

Hunter/Moon/Hunter moons/Hunter moon's/Hunter moonself

Hunter/Moon/Hunters moons/Hunters moon's/Hunters moonself

Heart/Heart/Hearts/Heart's/Heartself

Haze/Haze/Hazes/Haze's/Hazeself

Image/Image/Images/Image's/Imageself

Imper/Impera/Imperas/Impera's/Imperaself

Infest/Infestissumam/Infestissumams/Infestissumam's/Infestissumamself

Kiss/Kiss/Kisses/Kiss's/Kisself

Little/Little/Littles/Little's/Littleself

Little/Sunshine/Little sunshines/Little sunshine's/Little sunshineself

Life/Life/Lifes/Life's/Lifeself

Life/Eternal/Life eternals/Life eternal's/Life eternalself

Light/Light/Lights/Light's/Lightself

Love/Love/Loves/Love's/Loveself

Macabre/Macabre/Macabres/Macabre's/Macabreself

Moon/Moon/Moons/Moon's/Moonself

Mary/Mary/Marys/Mary's/Maryself

Monster/Monstrance/Monstrances/Monstrance's/Monstranceself

Monstrance/Clock/Monstrance clocks/Monstrance clock's/Monstrance clockself

Mum/Mummy/Mummies/Mummy's/Mummyself

Mummy/Dust/Mummy dusts/Mummy dust's/Mummy dustself

Memor/Memoria/Memorias/Memoria's/Memoriaself

Miasma/Miasma/Miasmas/Miasma's/Miasmaself

Mel/Meliora/Melioras/Meliora's/Melioraself

Megan/Megan/Megans/Megan's/Meganself

Megan/X/Megan xs/Megan x's/Megan xself

Megan/Thomas/Megan thomas'/Megan thomas's/Megan thomaself

Megan/Thomas/Megan X Thomas'/Megan X Thomas's/Megan X Thomaself

Name/Nameless/Namelesses/Nameless's/Namelesself

Nameless/Ghoul/Nameless ghouls/Nameless ghoul's/Nameless ghoulself

Opus/Opus/Opus'/Opus's/Opuself

Opus/Eponymous/Opus Eponymouses/Opus Eponymous's/Opus Eponymouself

Pin/Pinnacle/Pinnacles/Pinnacle's/Pinnacleself

Pit/Pit/Pits/Pit's/Pitself

Pinnacle/Pit/Pinnacle to the pits/Pinnacle to the pit's/Pinnacle to the pitself

Pinnacle/Pit/Pinnacle pits/Pinnacle pit's/Pinnacle pitself

Pro/Memoria/Pro memorias/Pro memoria's/Pro memoriaself

Pre/Prequelle/Prequelles/Prequelle's/Prequelleself

Pope/Star/Popestars/Popestar's/Popestarself

Papa/Papa/Papas/Papa's/Papaself

Queen/Queen/Queens/Queen's/Queenself

Rat/Rat/Rats/Rat's/Ratself

Ritual/Ritual/Rituals/Ritual's/Ritualself

Sun/Shine/Sunshines/Sunshine's/Sunshineself/Sunself/Shineself

Square/Square/Squares/Square's/Squareself

Square/Hammer/Square hammers/Square hammer's/Square Hammerself

Sec/Secular/Seculars/Secular's/Secularself

Secular/Haze/Secular hazes/Secular haze's/Secular hazeself

Sky/Sky/Skies/Sky's/Skyself

Stand/Stand/Stands/Stand's/Standself

Stand/By/Stand bys/Stand by's/Stand byself

See/See/Sees/See's/Seeself

See/Light/See lights/See light's/See lightself

See/Light/See the Lights/See the Light's/See the Lightself

Twenty/Twenty/Twenties/Twenty's/Twentyself

The/Pinnacle/The pinnacles/The pinnacle's/The pinnacleself

The/Goat/The goats/The goat's/The goatself

The/Go-Goat/The go-goats/The go-goat's/The go-goatself

The/Pit/The pits/The pit's/The pitself

The/Sky/The skies/The sky's/The skyself

The/Light/The lights/The light's/The lightself

The/Heart/The hearts/The heart's/The heartself

Tobias/Tobias/Tobias'/Tobias's/Tobiaself

Tobias/Forge/Tobias Forges/Tobias Forge's/Tobias Forgeself

Thomas/Thomas/Thomas'/Thomas's/Thomaself

Watch/Watcher/Watchers/Watcher's/Watcherself

Watcher/Sky/Watcher skies/Watcher sky's/Watcher skyself

Watcher/Sky/Watcher in the skies/Watcher in the sky's/Watcher in the skyself

Wind/Wind/Winds/Wind's/Windself

Water/Water/Waters/Water's/Waterself

X/X/Xes/X's/Xself

Year/Year/Years/Year's/Yearself

Year/Zero/Year zeros/Year zero's/Year zeroself

Zero/Zero/Zeros/Zero's/Zeroself

Zom/Zombie/Zombies/Zombie's/Zombieself

Zombie/Queen/Zombie queens/Zombie queen's/Zombie queenself

👻/👻/👻s/👻's/👻self

💀/💀/💀s/💀's/💀self

☠️/☠️/☠️s/☠️'s/☠️self

🤍/🤍/🤍s/🤍's/🤍self

🖤/🖤/🖤s/🖤's/🖤self

🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙's/🌙self

🧟‍♂️/🧟‍♂️/🧟‍♂️s/🧟‍♂️'s/🧟‍♂️self

🧟‍♀️/🧟‍♀️/🧟‍♀️s/🧟‍♀️'s/🧟‍♀️self

🧟‍♀️👑/🧟‍♀️👑/🧟‍♀️👑s/🧟‍♀️👑's/🧟‍♀️👑self

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pupyzu · 4 years ago

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hey! my name is levi and i’m looking for neopronouns to use...!! i like technology, monsters, halloween, and animals (especially cats and rabbits) if that helps at all! :”] thank you!

they’re under the cut!

technology neopronouns:

ai/ai/ais/ais/aiself

au/aut/auto/autos/autoself

bo/bot/bots/bots/botself

byte/byte/bytes/bytes/byteself

cy/cyb/cyber/cybers/cyberself

gli/gli/glits/glits/glitself

gli/gli/glits/glits/glitchself

glitch/glitch/glitches/glitches/glitchself

robo/robo/robos/robos/roboself

robo/robo/robos/robos/robotself

tech/techne/techan/techans/techself

tech/tech/techs/techself

circ/circuit/circuits/circuits/circuitself

pix/pixel/pixels/pixels/pixelself

101/1010/10101/10101/101010

dre/droid/droids/droids/droidself

cy/cyb/cyber/cyber/cybself

cyber/cyber/cybers/cybers/cyberself

mechie/mechien/mechs/mechself

au/aut/auto/auto/autself

whomp/whizz/whirr/whirr/whizelf

wy/wir/wire/wire/wirself

tech/techne/techan/technic/techself

bo/bot/bots/bots/botself

ai/ain/aire/aire/aiself

compute/compute/computes/computes/computeself

inter/inter/inters/inters/interself

ware/ware/wares/wares/wareself

ram/ram/rams/rams/ramself

giga/giga/gigas/gigias/gigaself

byte/byte/bytes/bytes/byteself

tin/tink/tinker/tinker/tinkerself

gli/gli/glitch/glitch/glitches

bu/buz/buzz/buzz/buzzself

net/net/nets/nets/netsekf

com/comp/comps/comps/compself

com/compu/computer/computer/computerself

jpeg/jpeg/jpegs/jpegs/jpegself

www/www/wwws/wwws/wwwself

com/com/coms/coms/comself

http/http/https/https/httpself

monster neopronouns:

arach/ne/nes/nes/arachself

arach/ne/nes/nes/arachneself

basi/lisk/basis/lisks/basiself

basi/lisk/basis/lisks/liskself

basi/lisk/basis/lisks/basiliskself

behe/moth/hes/hes/mothself

behe/moth/hes/hes/behemothself

boo/boo/boos/boos/booself

ce/cerb/cer/cers/cerself

ce/cerb/cer/cers/cerbself

ce/cerb/cer/cers/berusself

ce/cerb/cer/cers/cerberusself

cen/taur/taurs/taurs/taurself

cen/taur/taurs/taurs/centaurself

chi/maera/maer/maers/chimaeraself

chi/meira/meir/meirs/chimeiraself

chi/mera/mer/mers/chimeraself

cy/clops/cyr/cyrs/cyself

cy/clops/cyr/cyrs/cyclopsself

cy/clops/cyr/cyrs/cyclopself

cy/clops/cys/cyrs/cyself

cy/clops/cys/cyrs/ cyclopsself

dae/dae/daem/daem/daeself

daey/daem/daes/daes/daemself

dra/drac/drac/drax/dracoself

dra/drac/dracs/dracs/dracself

dra/drag/drago/drago/dragoself

drag/drag/drags/drags/dragself

dra/dra/drak/drak/drakself

dra/drake/dras/dras/draself

dra/drake/dras/dras/drakeself

drae/drae/draer/draer/draerself

drae/drae/drago/drago/dragoself

dragon/dragon/dragons/dragons/dragonself

dry/dryad/drys/dryas/dryaself

dry/dryad/drys/dryas/dryadself

en/tombed/tombs/tombs/tombself

en/tombed/tombs/tombs/tombedself

en/tombed/tombs/tombs/entombedself

fran/franke/franken/franken/frankenself

gar/goyle/gars/gars/garself

ghou/ghoul/ghous/ghouls/ghoulself

gia/giant/gias/gias/giaself or giantself

go/lem/gos/gos/golemself

go/lem/gos/gos/lemself

go/lem/gos/gos/goself

gor/gorgon/gor/gors/gorself

gor/gorgon/gor/gors/gorgonself

grif/fin/fins/fins/griffself

grif/fin/fins/fins/finself

grif/fin/fins/fins/griffinself

grif/fon/fons/fons/griffself

grif/fon/fons/fons/fonself

grif/fon/fons/fons/griffonself

gry/phon/phons/phons/phonself

gry/phon/phons/phons/gryphself

gry/phon/phons/phons/gryphonself

haun/haunt/haunts/haunts/hauntself

hell/hound/hells/hounds/houndself

hell/hund/hells/hunds/hundself

hippo/campus/camps/camps/hippoself

hippo/campus/camps/camps/campuself

imp/imp/imps/imps/impself

in/incu/bus/bus/incuself or incubusself

kra/ken/kras/kras/kraself

kra/ken/kras/kras/krakself

kra/ken/kras/kras/kenself

kra/ken/kras/kras/krakenself

levia/than/vias/vias/leviaself

levia/than/vias/vias/viaself

levia/than/vias/vias/thanself

li/lich/lis/lichs/lichself

manti/core/core/cores/coreself

manti/core/core/cores/mantiself

manti/core/core/cores/manticoreself

mer/mers/mermai/mermaid/merself

o/orc/or/orcs/orcself

o/orc/or/orcs/orself

peg/pega/pegs/pegas/pegaself

phan/tom/toms/toms/phantomself

sa/tyr/tyr/tyrs/tyrself

sa/tyr/tyr/tyrs/satyrself

sa/tyress/tyr/tyrs/satyresself

sir/sire/siren/sirenself

sli/slime/slimes/slimeself

slime/slimes/slimeself

sphi/sphin/sphinx/sphinx/sphinxself

spiri/spirs/spirself

su/succu/bus/bus/succuself

su/succu/bus/bus/succubusself

uni/corn/unis/unis/uniself

vam/vamp/vampself

wer/weres/wereself

zo/zom/zos/zombself

zom/zomb/zom’s/zombi/zombself

halloween neopronouns:

hallow/ween/halloween/halloween/hallowself

hallow/ween/halloween/halloween/halloweenself

hallows/eve/hallowseve/hallowseve/hallowself

hallows/eve/hallowseve/hallowseve/hallowseveself

hallows/eve/hallowseve/hallowseve/eveself

cos/tume/costume/costume/costumeself

costume/costume/costumes/costumes/costumeself

spook/spook/spookys/spookys/spookself

spook/spook/spookys/spookys/spookyself

boo/boo/boos/boos/booself

cat neopronouns:

ail/ailo/ailous/ailouself

cat/cat/cats/catself

fel/feli/felis/feliself

ja/jag/jagus/jaguarself

jag/jagus/jaguars/jaguarself

kit/kit/kits/kitself

kit/kit/kitz/kitself

leo/leos/leon/leonself

leo/leos/leoself

li/lion/lions/lionself

lyn/lynx/lyns/lynxself

lynx/lynx/lynxs/lynxself

meow/mews/meowself

mew/meow/rowr/rowrs/meowself

mew/mews/mewself

pan/panth/pans/pantherself

pan/ther/thers/pantherself

panth/panthes/pantheself

paw/paws/pawself

purr/purrs/purrself

tig/tigs/tigself

tig/tig/tigs/tigerself

tig/tigris/tigriself

tiger/tigers/tigerself

tortie/torties/torties/torties/tortieself

tortie/torti/torti/tortis/tortieself or tortiself

whisker/whiskers/whiskerself

rabbit neopronouns:

bun/bun/buns/buns/bunself

bunny/bunny/bunnys/bunnys/bunnyself

rabbit/rabbit/rabbits/rabbits/rabbitself

rab/bit/rabbit/rabbit/rabbitself

hop/hop/hops/hops/hopself

bounce/bounce/bounces/bounces/bounceself

bou/unce/bounces/bounces/bounceself

fluff/fluff/fluffs/fluffs/fluffself

soft/soft/softs/softs/softself

cuddle/cuddle/cuddles/cuddles/cuddleself

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