#sakh

[baqsy]

tamgaly petroglyph of a sun-head god

by OrekiGenya

[aprilmr]

I need to post my Tatev pictures too. Gorgeous, gorgeous place. Had some sort of nervous breakdown or religious awakening moment there, haven't decided on what exactly that was. Felt good crying though 👍🏻

[honeyblackberries]

imagine teaching him how to dance. he’s never done it before, i don't think his kind even have a concept of it. so he was initially confused the moment you put your hands on him and began to sway side to side as a slow song played.

it’s a uniquely human thing isn’t it? hearing a melody and instinctively pulling someone in close to match the tune with unhurried movements. however all your confidence leaves the moment you meet his gaze and see a questioning look on his face. 

"okay this is kinda stupid let's stop" you falter embarrassingly fast. moving to let go of him and make up some excuse for your actions. 

you don’t expect the large arms that wrap around you as you feel yourself getting held in place. "don't get shy on me little one, this is quite fun" he cracks a wide grin. “you should know me well by now, i’ll never pass up an opportunity to hold you close."

this time he’s the one to begin the dance. it’s clumsy and his movements are more of a shuffling of feet but the look in his eyes is bright. “i fear we may have to stay like this the whole night, i don’t think i can let go of you any time soon.”

A/N: this is very non-specific so you can imagine whatever monster you desire however the girlies (gender neutral) must know that I am imagining him as sakh (Ruby Dixon's big blue aliens) or um... true form Sukuna because yk....

[notabrar]

Baat wafa ki hoti tou kabhi na haarte

بات وفاکی ہوتی تو کبھی نہ ہارتے

Baat naseeb ki thi kuch kar na sakhe

بات نصیب کی تھی کچھ کر نہ سکھے

[y0nain]

su mirada se encuentra un poco perdida en el suelo hasta que su nombre es dicho. encontrar a aurora luego de ello es bastante fácil. seguir sus preguntas, sin embargo, no mucho. sonríe, en cambio. sonríe aún si sabe que se ve extraña haciéndolo. "apenas cruzamos por las puertas" aclara. es un acto reflejo que su mirada vaya por el camino en que los escoltas se llevaron a luna. "me acerqué a preguntarles si estaba bien, si me podían decir al menos eso, pero" niega suavemente, rodeándose con sus propios brazos "nada" suspira. es... desesperante. "¿tú estás bien? ¿también te quitaron todo?" @aurovra

nain se encuentra en el vestíbulo de suntory hall — @y0nain.

' ¡nain! ' exclama tan pronto le ubica entre les demás, sus pies le llevan hacia contraria sin pensarlo. preocupación aflora desde el primer momento, les guardias le habían despojado de todo, y por tanto, también... ' ¿cómo estás? ¿cómo está luna? se la — ' se detiene, baja la voz. intuye que lo más útil es permanecer entonación baja, tan suave como sea posible. ' ¿se la llevaron? ¿te la quitaron? '

[11-th-mein-science-mt-lena]

Can you be camera man?? Without ca..👉🏻👈🏻

Fuck ca mujhe toh shuru se CA nhi pasand

Bbg I will be your man aree no doubt koi sakh hi nhi is bhaat pe

I'm your you mine 💗💗💋🤭👄

@hauxicrook @celesteablack @wtfpremika @ya-sard-me-dopahar @kissi-shayar-ki-ghazal @perhaps-it-was-just-a-dream @shadowseductress

Oi tum tayari Karo m seeda shaadi karunga 🤣🤣🤣

[hebrewbyinbal]

The month of Nissan /nee-'sen/, that starts today, holds a special place in the Hebrew calendar, marking the beginning of spring and a time of renewal and liberation. Nissan ushers in a period of profound reflection and joy, most notably through the celebration of Passover /'pe-sakh/, the festival commemorating the people of Israel exodus from Egypt and their transition from slavery to freedom.

Nissan is a month brimming with anticipation and spiritual rejuvenation. The air is filled with the promise of new beginnings as nature awakens from its winter slumber, mirroring the themes of liberation and renewal that are central to Passover. This festival, falling on the 15th day of Nissan, invites us to clear our homes and hearts of leaven, symbolizing the removal of ego and material excess to make space for growth and new possibilities.

The themes of Nissan extend beyond Passover, influencing the entire month with a sense of hope and transformation. It's a time when we are encouraged to reflect on our personal journeys, considering how we too can break free from the limitations and constraints that hold us back, whether they be physical, emotional, or spiritual.

In Nissan, we also read the Song of Songs, a biblical text that celebrates love and the blossoming of the natural world, further emphasizing the themes of renewal and connection that are so palpable during this time.

The month of Nissan challenges us to embrace change, to seek freedom in all its forms, and to renew our commitment to growth, learning, and the values we hold dear. It's a reminder that, just as the the people of Israel found their way to freedom with faith and courage, we too have the strength to overcome the challenges we face and to emerge renewed and emboldened to pursue our highest aspirations.

Sounds too relevant? I know...

As we step into Nissan, let us do so with open hearts and minds, ready to embrace the lessons and opportunities this month brings. May it be a time of meaningful reflection, joyous celebration, and profound personal and communal renewal.

[gloomzies]

My half human/mesakkah oc's. Their siblings! They live on a ship and travel all over space to collect space debris or crashed ship parts and other things they can sell for profit. Their father is a space junker who does the same thing and that's how he met their mother, a human, and then Kyukydo and Kaiza were born. 6 years later, katomi was born and was the spoiled princess everyone makes her out to be and were overbearing. Her brother came of age and left first leaving Katomi alone with her parents and their trade of work (which she was pissed about even if she loves jer parents) before she eventually went with her brothers to work with them.

Eventually, Katomi wanted to be..more and have her own things and not have her older brother and her parents breathing down the back of their only sister and daughter. She is small like her mother and took after her mother a lot. (Besidea the obvious mesakkah traits) Because of this, she was protected well from other aliens who wanted to abduct her and sell her because even in space, you have horrible people. But she wasn't all aware of that because she was kinda sheltered. Her father and brothers taught her how to defend herself and use a blaster and knives and hand-to-hand combat, but there's only so much you can do.

She saved enough of her own credits and got her first little junker ship and just..poof. left. She has learned the hard way that not everyone in space is friendly. But she's still a spoiled brat. She's currently trapped on THE Ice planet, getting "help" from one of the locals who basically dwarfs her small size. She is still learning how sakh got stuck on this cold primitive planet, their history on the planet and such.

Her brothers are looking for her and her parents (father especially) is absolutely furious with her so....she might not want ro fo home. Lol

Kyukydo is the first born and kinda a...dick. he's cocky most of the time and knows how to do things and get shit done....but he hates being called "Kyu" (which his family does all the time) because it sounds like the human english word "cute" and he thinks he's anything but.

Then you have Kaiza, born second, who is the more timid and quite sibling compared to his 2 other loud mouthed siblings. He's mellow and very very smart and loves technology and is more reserved. He's soft spoken and the calm sibling in times of distress. No one has ever seen him angry yet. Probably best if they dont.

Art and oc's belong to me

Mesakkah/sakhui and the rubyverse belong to Ruby Dixon

[thedreideldiaries]

Learned a fun one today:

א סר המנס נאָר איין פּורים

(many Hamans, only one Purim / a sakh Hamans, nar ein Purim)

[andinthedarknessbindthem]

Dwalin X Reader - Arguement

This is based on a 'Sickeningly Sweet Relationship Bingo Card' that I found and forgot to save. So if I find that post, I'll add it here!

I'm a bit rusty since I haven't written since 2019, so please feel free to send requests or comments on anything I need to change! Thank you and much love! <3

✿ Words: 1,037

✿ Themes: Kinda(?) Angst, Fluff

✿ Prompt: From bickering to makeouts

✿ Posted: 2/12/23

Something had been off with Dwalin the last few days and you had yet to find out why. He first had asked you to find him a sack. When you questioned him, he said something about needing to tote some things around. Then he asked you to pull out his winter cloak, saying it was for the upcoming cold season. Then on top of that, you could hear him late at night, sharpening his once dusty axe’s. He was up to something.

You tried and tried again to approach him about the subject, but he just kissed your forehead gently and told you the same excuses.

That same morning, he had asked you to back his bag for a few-day hunting trip that he hurriedly planned in a few days. Questioning him again, Dwalin dipped down and placed a loving kiss on your lips and left you standing in the doorway. You dumbly obliged to his wishes and reluctantly let him go through the door. 

You packed up his bag with dried meats, loaves of bread, and other goods. Once you were finished, you decided to make use of the rest of your day and head to the markets. Maybe you could persuade him with his favorite dinner? You scoured the stalls for hours, trying to find the key ingredients. You had spent quite the coin at the end of the day, but you wanted to make Dwalin something special to boost his mood and maybe convince him to tell you what was happening.

Once you arrived home from the markets though, your heart dropped. His bag and axes were gone, along with a few other key items. You threw your basket on the ground and slammed the door behind you, quickly running towards the gate leading out of town.

You nearly tripped as you ran through the busy part of the settlements to find your betrothed. Your brain was running wild with many conflicting thoughts of anger and fear.

How long had he been gone? Too long. He’s probably too far by now.

Maybe he’s just going hunting? With his axes? No.

Did he plan on leaving you? He wouldn’t! He couldn’t. 

Once I find him I’m going to tear him a new one.

By the good grace of Mahal, you finally caught him as he was just passing through the gates to leave.  

Rage blinded you as you shoved his shoulder to get his attention. He didn’t even falter, “When were you going to tell me you were leaving? Once you came back?” Your voice was filled with venom, but there was a small shake of despair to your words. 

His body did a half-turn in your direction, a sorrowful but stern look on his face as he gazed over everything but your own eyes. He turned back towards the forest with a shake of his head and continued walking. “Aye, go back home. This is no business of a woman.” His tone was calm but commanding. 

You blinked a few times, your heart felt frozen with how cold he was acting toward you. "You thick-headed oaf! Don't you dare talk to me that way! I know this isn’t because of me being a woman." You hissed, following after him.

“I can’t keep ye safe outside of these walls, (Y/N).” He began, slowing his walk to a complete stop. He still wouldn’t face you, “I cannot promise yer protection.”

“I am not useless, Dwalin. I can help! You know I can handle myself in a fight!” Your voice betrayed you, you couldn’t help as the sadness overpowered your fury.

“No!” He puffed out his chest as he turned towards you now. “You will not follow me.” He demanded. If you hadn’t known Dwalin, you probably would have backed down there. But you knew him well, too well.

“Kakhafu durh 'umalul sakh mi mê!” You seethed the words through your teeth. He let out a large sarcastic laugh at you. (The back side of a troll is a more pleasing sight than you.)

“Like yer one to talk!” Dwalin scoffed and crossed his arms, eyes blazing down at you. ”Me asnân tada Mahal duhû kansu tah.”  (You are proof that Mahal has a sense of humor.)

You took a step up to him now. “Sigin'adadmêzu kasat gairurukhs.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone. To the outside eye, it would almost seem as though you both were about to kill each other. But no one dared to step in if they saw you both. (Your grandfather was a goblin.)

He lowered his arms to his sides again, taking the last step between the both of you and pressing your chests together. Challenging him, you continued to glare into his eyes as he glowered down at you. “Adadmêzu duhû bintarg.” A hint of a smirk was dancing on his lips now. (Your father has no beard.)

As you went to open your mouth for another rebuttal, his hands grasped the sides of your face pulling your lips together in a rough heated kiss. The kind of kiss where your teeth clashed together and lips grew numb. You growled in surprise, but it wasn’t completely unwelcome. His lips were rough and calculated, his mustache tickling your cheeks and jaw. Your once rigid body slowly became limp in his arms as your lips melted together. Your teeth clashing simmered down to a soft interlocking of your lips. His hands slid down to your waist, hoisting you up as your legs hooked on his hips. You dragged your fingers into his beard, giving him a light tug. As you finally pulled away, he softly bit onto your bottom lip. Your rage was no longer as he held you so lovingly in his arms.

You unfurled your fingers from his beard, instead bringing your hands ups to caress his cheeks. "I'm going." You said in a much softer tone, thumbs rubbing in soothing lines. You searched his eyes for any sign of disappointment, but he just let out a muted sigh and held you closer.

"If you must," He huffed in agreement before adding a quick, “But if I say hide ye will!”  You smiled and pressed your forehead to his.

[neesh-ipb-art]

what was the first sakhui resonance like?? I want to imagine it went like this

I have a whole fanfic in my head about the original crash landed sakh people, but alas i can art but i can't write </3

[tasavvur-ki-duniya]

kya khabar kon tha or wo mera kya lagta tha jis se milkar mujhe harr sakhs bura lagta tha

[sambhavami]

Ehi Murare - Satyabhama (Part 3)

Satyabhama, the daughter of Satrajit; the most beautiful maiden in the three worlds stood awestruck behind a curtain of vines staring as her brothers led Krishna, the newfound Yadava prince towards the Sun temple in her father's quarters. She had heard the rumours, but never imagined he would be this handsome! As he walked up the long hallway, she ran parallelly carefully concealing herself behind the twisted vines. She felt her heart skipping a beat every time he threw back his head, laughing at a rogue joke, or carelessly adjusted the crown on his head which stubbornly kept slipping down.

She had often found herself at the centre of showers of praise, as others raved upon her unparalleled beauty. Every man who visited her father, old or young, was usually left slack-jawed upon seeing her. They would bring her expensive gifts, dresses and jewellery from faraway lands, waiting hours for even a half-hearted smile. Her father was relentlessly badgered with a never-ending stream of suitors asking for her hand. Sometimes, they would even ambush Satyabhama in a garden or at the temples. Satyabhama would smile and turn all of them down. After all, her father had promised not to marry her off without her consent.

Usually, she enjoyed all the attention she received, yet after seeing Krishna she was bewildered. "Sakhe, devis and apsaras from the heavens must be lining up to have but a glimpse of him, and here I am, being so close but could not still fall at his feet! Oh, how wasteful must be my beauty for he did not even throw a careless glance at me, and admired only the wretched Syamantaka!" She cried, back in the privacy of her personal grove. Her maids gasped at her comments, "Satye, hush your voice! That what you call the wretched gem is the source of your father's pride! You have lost yourself in your pining, for you do not know anymore what is right and what is wrong!" They admonished her.

Satyabhama knew very well of the blessings of the magical gem. Her father had been a lowly accountant in Mathura during Kamsa's reign. Only after he had found this gem on a hunt of his, had their family found their fortune. Now, her father was the richest non-royal person in the kingdom, which earned him a place in the parliament as well! Still, she couldn't help but feel jealous of it. "I don't know how but I will marry him! By hook or by crook!" She announced, as she stormed off, throwing an invaluable necklace against the wall, which promptly broke, scattering hundreds of pearls across the floor.

---

"Krishna! Huh, that cowherd prat! I saw the greed in his eyes when he ogled at my gem! Give it to me for safeguarding. Safeguarding, my foot! I had refused him then and there! I'm telling you he is the one who stole it!" Satrajit shouted at Krishna, the next morning. The magical gem had gone missing the previous night. Satrajit had openly accused Krishna of stealing it when the latter had come to offer support for retrieving it.

Balarama, the elder prince, roared in anger. Krishna was holding Balarama back with all his strength it seemed. Gasping, Satyabhama retraced a few steps. How could he?! What had she heard the previous night then? Behind the heavy curtains at the entrance to her father's chambers? She looked at Krishna. He looked more hurt than angry. He was shaking his head, trying wordlessly to communicate his innocence.

Making up her mind, Satyabhama wiped her tears ran towards the main exit and waited behind an elephant-shaped bush. Soon Krishna and his brother stormed out. Thinking fast, she threw a flower in his direction. Stopping in his tracks, Krishna gestured for the rest of their party to move ahead while he approached the elephant. For a moment she almost turned on her heels, but steadied her feet and steeled her heart. Pulling him close behind a pillar, she whispered, "I don't know if this will help, but my father is lying. Please don't make me speak against him, I cannot stoop any lower." Krishna was staring at her silently. Gulping, she continued, "Yesterday night my father gave the Syamantaka to my Uncle Prasena."

Krishna nodded seriously, "Where do I find him?"

"Go towards the Eastern forests. He likes to go hunting there. He must be there. And..." She dropped her head in shame.

Krishna smiled at her kindly as he whispered, "That's enough for me, Satyabhame. I promise to keep your honour. I will take care of this; you just wait for me."

---

So, she waited. Krishna left for the forests with his friends and brothers. The official story was that they too were going hunting. Only she knew why they actually went into the Eastern forest. With bated breath, she lay awake the entire night, tossing and turning, pondering whether to confront her father or not. Surely, once Krishna tracked down Uncle Prasena, it'll all be good? However, after the cruel words that her father had spoken to Krishna, Satyabhama seriously doubted the possibility of her ever getting close to him. Surely he wouldn't want to do anything to do with her!

The next day, Krishna returned with the corpse of her Uncle Prasena. He had been mauled by a lion on his hunt. The gem remained lost. Either the lion had carried it off or someone had stolen it off the poor man's body. Satyabhama could barely hold in her emotions. She wasn't very close to her Uncle, but she could see this absolutely crushed her father. He was inconsolable. Krishna stood off to a corner of the salon as Satrajit screamed clutching his brother's body to his chest. Then he turned towards Krishna, "You! You killed him, didn't you? You found him in the forest and killed him, then passed on the blame to a voiceless animal!" Turning to his family he moaned, "You all see my Prasena, don't you? How can a mere animal cause so much damage to a skilled hunter? Haven't we all heard about Krishna's magic? That weapon he has, what do you call it? A chakra?! He must've killed my brother and hid my Syamantaka somewhere, and now he's come to offer his phoney condolences!"

Satyabhama felt her throat clench as her eyes met Krishna's. She felt a profound pain sear through her chest as she saw the look of pure dejection on Krishna's face. Looking around, she was horrified to see that even Krishna's own royal guards were eyeing him with suspicion. Looking back, she realized Krishna had understood the same. His expression had turned steely, as he spoke directly to her father, "I have not taken your gem, Srimanta. I am excusing this offence because I respect the grief that clouds your judgment. If this gem is so important to you, that you would attack my reputation so flippantly, then I will bring it back for you." With that, he turned and walked out of their house.

From her friends, Satyabhama learned that he had walked into the deep forest only with a select group of friends. She cursed herself when she learnt that he had refused to eat or drink anything at home till he found the gem and brought it back. What's more, he had had a huge fight with his brother, who also grew suspicious after the whole ordeal. After all, Krishna did have a reputation for thievery, even as a child, or so people said!

As the days turned into nights, Satyabhama found the urge to just go to either Krishna's brother or his wife and confess nearly irresistible. She stopped herself only with the thought that this would utterly destroy her father's reputation, and Prince Balarama would definitely murder him for maligning his little brother's reputation. Her nights were marred by spotty sleep and nightmares. Most nights, she just spent staring out into the night sky.

Every day, Satyabhama would go to the royal temple. She would spend many minutes just standing outside the main hall, staring at Princess Rukmini, Krishna's wife, and the fair Princess Revati, Balarama's wife, sitting before the Goddess's idol, both praying incessantly. Satyabhama, overcome by shame, would offer her prayers from outside the temple and return to pray in the privacy of her own room.

One day, one of the princess's attendants beckoned Satyabhama into the temple's prayer room. It was a small private chamber from where the queens and princesses preferred to attend the worship meetings during public festivals, away from the prying eyes of the citizens. Satyabhama had never been invited to this private room, though she always attended such festivals surrounded by bodyguards. She found Rukmini, wearing a flowing wine-red saree, adorning only the auspicious necklace and nose ring.

"I'm sorry-" Satyabhama started, but was stopped by Rukmini as she raised a hand to call for silence. After dismissing all her attendants, she spoke, "I see you return every day without offering your prayers inside the temple. Are you ashamed? Why, did you do this? Nevertheless, this is a public temple, you have as much a right to pray to the Mother Goddess as me." Satyabhama nodded silently.

Rukmini continued, "I have only one question for you. Did your father lie?"

Satyabhama lowered her head in shame, plucking at the hard ground with her fingernails. She was much taller than the princess but she suddenly felt so small before her. Slowly, she nodded her head up and down. Then, she looked up to meet the princess's eyes. She was surprised to see not reproach but sympathy in her eyes. Rukmini sighed, "It hurts the worst when your family lets you down, doesn't it? And you still just cannot give up on them, even though at some point you must, right?" Satyabhama was taken aback by her response. How did she know that Satyabhama was not also a part of her family's conspiracy? How did the princess say out loud the exact thing she herself was thinking?

Rukmini sniffled, "I won't make you come forward, but if you choose to do so, and in doing so lose your family, remember, I will always have a room for you in the palace." Smiling sadly, she left, leaving Satyabhama in deep thought.

---

After eight days, all of Krishna's friends returned. Without him. Her heart trembling, Satyabhama watched as they relayed the news of losing him there. They had waited in front of a dark cave for eight days straight, where Krishna had insisted on leaving them behind. Finally, they had lost hope and returned. She watched as her father remained torn, as his paternal instincts clicked back and he pondered what a terrible fate he had sent a young boy to suffer. Clutching onto a minuscule sliver of hope, however, she waited.

After her conversation with Rukmini, she ensured to visit the temple every day, offering her, basically begging the Goddess to keep him safe. Today, she walked into the temple, to find Rukmini seated before the idol. She wasn't praying anymore, she sat there staring into the distance. Before her, was laid a sole diya, flickering happily. Satyabhama realized with some shock that the princess was wearing the same saree as the last day. Had she not even moved from her seat since then?

She sat down beside the princess, cautiously laying a hand on her shoulder. Rukmini jolted as if waking from a dream. "Why did you send him there?" She asked, tears streaking her face. Satyabhama found herself at a loss for words. Rukmini cleared her throat, as if just realizing who she talking to, "Sorry, didn't mean to accuse you. You lot might given up on him, but I know him! I've seen him in a fight! Well," She laughed, "Good luck to his enemies! I'm just worried, you know. He is so finicky, with his food and the bedding and room decor! I wonder how he must be managing wherever he is stuck! And..." she trailed off, laying a hand longingly on her belly.

Suddenly, it hit Satybhama. The princess was expecting! "Does he know?" She whispered. Rukmini shook her head, "I thought I'd tell him, once this Syamantaka nonsense blew over. But now, who knows when his highness will brighten our doorsteps! All I can do is pray, right?"

Satyabhama nodded. She was happy for Krishna and the princess, but could also not ignore a pang of jealousy. Surely, if he was already a father, he would not want to marry again? Even if he did, would the princess allow it? Surely, she would have some sway on his decisions now, as mother of his firstborn? Shaking off these thoughts, she whispered, "But, then, princess, shouldn't you be resting, in such a delicate condition?"

Rukmini smiled, "I know. I just made this vow to the Goddess, that this diya wouldn't be extinguished till Krishna brought back the gem successfully."

Satyabhama thought for a second. Then, she smiled. "You vowed, the diya must not be extinguished. Not that you have to sit here pouring oil into it day and night!" Clasping the princess's palms, she said, "Let me: it's the least I can do!"

Rukmini peered into her eyes, finally nodding weakly.

As the princess left, Satyabhama was left alone in the temple, surrounded only by her thoughts, as she poked occasionally at the wick of the diya. Then it hit her, she had really let Krishna just walk into whatever danger lay in wait for him, instead of coming forward and clearing his name. The princess might not blame her, but how could she forgive herself? Satyabhama found herself rapidly chanting all the prayers that she knew, some to the Goddess, some to the lamp. She would never even talk to Krishna again, she wouldn't be jealous even if he had a hundred more wives, she would retire to the forest if necessary, only if the Goddess returned him to his wife safe and sound. Satyabhama imagined Rukmini telling Krishna about their unborn child. She could almost feel the tears of joy that Krishna would shed at the news! Only if he would not dally this way, causing pain to all who loved him, and return at the earliest!

After twenty and one agonizing days, the drums at the gate of Dwarika sounded again.

"He has come!"

"He is victorious at last!"

Ripples of Jaya-dhhwani tore apart the grief in the sky of the city as laughter and happiness cascaded down the ether and down Satyabhama's cheeks. He had returned at last. Glorious, the Syamantaka bouncing off his chest, tied in a flowery garland, his new wife in his arms. Strangely opposed to her daydreams, Satyabhama did not feel even a hint of jealousy. Instead, she joined Rukmini, the crown princess, as they shed tears of overwhelming joy together and rushed in unison to witness this triumph of the man that they had both accepted as their Lord.

In a special parliament meeting, Krishna explained his delay and relayed the full account of his adventures. They had ventured into the Eastern forest to find Prasena. Instead, they had found his mangled, lifeless body. A lion had attacked him mid-hunt, killed him and ripped his right arm off along with a jewel clenched in it. A few miles further, they had found the carcass of a lion, and following strange foot-marks had found the entrance to the land of Jambavan, the king of the Bears. Krishna had left his companions at this gate and ventured in alone. Satyabhama sat close to her father, listening enraptured to this fascinating tale. Slightly amused, she noticed, Balarama had an arm around Krishna's waist. He still seemed pretty shaken from the ordeal. It seemed as though he did not want to let him go out of his sight again.

He continued his story. Inside the cave, he had been challenged to a duel by King Jambavan and after a furious battle of twenty-nine days, he had finally defeated the bear-king and returned with the gem and princess Jambavati. His friends had returned after only eight days, thinking him to be a lost cause. Satyabhama was mildly annoyed at this but decided to stay quiet so as to not draw any further attention to her already guilty father.

Right as the sabha broke up, her father took Satyabhama's hand and led her to Krishna and requested his attention. Krishna smiled back at them with not even the slightest hint of anger or gripe.

"Please my son, Krishna," said Satrajit, "Accept this gem. I do not deserve to be the owner of this. Not after all I put you through!"

Krishna shook his head, laughing shyly. "Please, Sir. You keep it. I have no interest in keeping it. I just asked to take it to safeguard it in the royal treasury. But I have understood now, nobody can take it from your home unless you yourself are willing."

Satrajit folded his hands, "Taunt me as much as you like. I deserve it but please let me do something! Yes! Accept my daughter's hand in marriage then?!" Satyabhama was stunned. She had all but given up on the idea by now. "Please, my child. I will not consider myself forgiven unless you accept her!"

Krishna turned to her with an incredulous expression as she felt herself go beet red. In shame, she hid her face in her palms. "You too, Satyabhama?!" He cooed, laughing a little. "Guess you truly are the better gem in your father's house! Mind coming to mine?" Blushing she vigorously nodded her head as her father enclosed her hands in his.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

The Zoomer Phaerons are getting creative with their capital ship names now a days.

'Brother a ship approaches called Sakh-Awn'

'What's Sakh-Awn?!'

Booming through their communication channels they hear

"SAKH-AWN DEEZ NUTS!" Said as these marines are obliterated from orbit

Imotekh reading through names of ships in his dynastic fleet and pausing like

[anonymouscommunous]

Now for the cat language I’ve used the most in this series, Chattish.

Chattish is spoken across Europe and the Americas (due to colonialism) and is the most spoken Cattic language in the world. It was heavily influenced by the European languages, which had the interesting effect of making the most similar Cattic language to Proto-Cattic.

But now I’m getting ahead of myself. Chattish’s consonants are:

Unlike Arihuran, Chattish retained it’s alveolar consonants due to the European influence. The rhodic is also a tap unlike Arihuran where its an approximate, meaning there’s no r-coloring. Other than that there isnt much to say about the consonants, unlike the vowels:

Chattish does not have vowel length distinction, it is instead the only language in the family to have diphthongs. Its diphthongs are /ai/, /ãĩ/, /aɯ/, /ãɯ̃/, /ei/, /ẽĩ/, /ɤɯ/, /ea/, and /ẽã/.

Chattish’s past tense prefix is “sar-“ (“wis” (sleep), “sarwis” (slept)) and the action prefix is “sakh-“ (“kea” (hold), “sakhkea” (holding)). I mentioned before that Chattish is the only Cattic language to have a definite article, and it does. It actually has three because Chattish is a gendered language. It has three genders, but these arent the usual genders other languages have. The three grammatical genders are human, feline, and inanimate. This is because to cats it would be more important to specify if you’re referring to human things or cat things instead of specifying the sex of things. The three definite articles are “tou” [human], “tea” [feline], and “tot” [inanimate]. And there are also gender suffixes to add to nouns, “-◌” [human] (no suffix, human is always the default), “-i” [feline], and “-e” [inanimate]. For example, the word for “insect”, “hank”, is actually “hanke” as “insect” is inanimate, and “the insect” is “tod hanke”.

The European influence runs deeper as Chattish has a few loan words taken directly from Proto-Indo-European:

I’ll end this with an example sentence.

wayea su yi sau-i sarîñou cag yi nouni sargei, ani hur sarhaġh, cag ani su sarwiž. tot îñou-e yi-i yak la llea sarhaġh.

[when he.HUMAN my head.FELINE PAST.kiss and my name.FELINE PAST.speak, I.FELINE happiness PAST.is, and I.FELINE he.HUMAN PAST.love. the kiss.INANIMATE my.FELINE reason to live PAST.is]

“When he kissed my head and said my name, I was happy, and I loved him. The kiss was my reason to live.”

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Rito Lesson 1: Number, Gender, and Case in Nouns

Aight I started working on this for the Zelda fic I'm writing but. Ritolang let's gooo. I'll post about it whenever I feel like it I suppose. For this lesson, we're going to be learning about nouns.

Number

Rito nouns can take on one of four grammatical numbers: singular [S] (zero or one of something), dual [D] (exactly two of something), plural [P] (three or more of something), or collective [C] (speaking either about a general concept or the totality of a thing, e.g. "the Rito" in "It is considered a masterpiece of aerial technique, even among the Rito," or as a group of things considered as one, e.g. a pack of wolves). Rito nouns have a noun stem with a vowel suffix used to denote number that may vary depending on gender.

Singular:

-o (masculine), -a (feminine), -u (neuter)

Examples: mekho (feather), hebāra (winter), gebru (dog)

Dual:

-ō (masculine), -ā (feminine), -ū (neuter); note that macrons denote long vowels.

Examples: mekhō (two feathers), hebārā (two winters), gebrū (two dogs)

Plural:

-ī (masculine/feminine), -ē (neuter)

Examples: mekhī (feathers), hebārī (winters), gebrē (dogs)

Collective:

-i (masculine/femineine), -e (neuter)

Examples: mekhi (the concept of feathers; every feather; all the feathers on a Rito), hebāri (the concept of winter; every winter; a group of related winters being discussed as one), gebre (the concept of a dog; every dog; a pack of dogs)

Gender

As alluded to above, Rito nouns are gendered. Adjectives and articles are expected to agree with the gender and number of the noun. The three genders are masculine, feminine, and neuter. Although there is little standardization and the gender of a noun must often be simply memorized (the reason that, in dictionaries, nouns are generally given in the singular), some trends do occur.

Rito and other sapient beings, alongside body parts, are generally referred to in the masculine (with the exception of Zora, who are grammatically feminine). Most plants, weather phenomena, and time words are feminine, alongside birds and certain other animals. Most non-avian animals, most loanwords, and certain abstract concepts are neuter. Individual sapient beings are referred to by their preferred gender (including the neuter gender for non-binary individuals); Gorons, not having a cultural concept of gender, are always referred to in the neuter. People of unknown gender are also referred to in the neuter.

Case

Rito nouns can take on one of five cases: nominative [NOM], accusative [ACC], dative [DAT], genitive [GEN], and locative [LOC].

The nominative case is used for the subject of a sentence. Certain verbs also trigger the nominative case for the object; these are tabes (to be), sakhes (to remain), and thantes (to become). Tabes and thantes are also used for certain grammatical constructions for nonpresent tenses; in these cases (which will be discussed later), they do not trigger the nominative.

The accusative case is used for the direct object of a sentence. For example, in the sentence "Teba gave Link twenty bomb arrows," the twenty bomb arrows were being given and are in the accusative case; Teba was not giving Link to anyone, and therefore he is not in the accusative case. The accusative case can also be triggered by certain prepositions.

The dative case is used for the indirect object of a sentence. In the sentence above, Link was not being given; he was instead the recipient or beneficiary of the action and would thus be in the dative case. The dative case can also be triggered by certain verbs (which, in a dictionary, would be marked as [+DAT]) and by certain prepositions.

The gentive case is used to indicate possession or attribution of a noun to another noun (equivalent to "of the" in English). For example, mekhi [NOM] les Rito [GEN] (the Rito's feathers). Genitive nouns generally come immediately after the noun they are modifying, though a few prepositions can trigger the genitive case. Pronouns are generally not used in the genitive case as possessive pronouns are used instead; in the event that a pronoun is used in genitive (likely due to a preposition), the associated dative pronoun is used.

The locative case is used to indicate the location in space or time in which the sentence occurred. It may be triggered by certain prepositions, which establish the relationship in space or time to the locative noun. Like with genitive, pronouns are rarely used in locative; when they are used, the associated accusative pronoun is used.