#u have spoken only 7 words

[destisea-a]

❝ doctor, do you think rocks have feelings? ❞ (this is a genuine question 🧍‍♀️)

      " while i encourage investigative queries, hana. i implore you to think a little more thoroughly on what kinds of questions you ask, before they leave your mouth. " a pause. he knows she's not asking about any proven, sentient mineral based life-forms. she is asking about stones. boulders. ...  rocks. 

" but, to answer in short--  no. "

unprompted

[alwayscorvus]

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Part 2 of "Do not forget your place", but u can read Part 2 without reading Part 1 bodyguard!malereader x Yuanwu;

Several weeks have passed since that incident. You were probably already approaching three months. But you weren't too concerned about it. You had lived together for so long that such a period of time wasn't a big deal for you. Besides, you didn't expect that anything would change.

After so many unrequited gestures, one sentence of disapproval was enough. The longer you thought about it, the more you wondered why such a minor quarrel, not even big enough for a serious argument, could successfully and completely change your view of world and your relationship with person dearest to you. The only one dear to you.

After looking into it, you came to the conclusion that your first thesis was true. And fact that Yuanwu rejected your help and affection was the biggest reason why it hurt you so much.

Yet, things like that happened many times before.

After all, more than once, sensing danger, you quickened your pace, passed your boss and, with a sudden movement, put your straightened arm out in front of Yuanwu's chest. Bumping against his body and blocking his further path.

While Yuanwu, as always pushed your arm away and kept moving. Falling into the trap.

Or, more than once, after carefully studying his new companions, and expressing your doubts and evidence of they impure intentions, you almost begged him to not meet them.

While Yuanwu, as always shrugged it off and came back with bruises and cuts. Or rather… you did.

You experienced plenty situations of that kind. But you quessed that everyone has to break at some point. Despite the big amount of things they endured. Or precisely because of them. And that particular event, a few weeks ago, was exactly your final straw.

Because of which you moved out. Yes. After more than ten years of living together, you finally moved out. You were proud to say that you finally had your first own apartment. After being kicked out of family home because of debts, your only chapter in life was Yuanwu. And now… Now you even had your own place to live. One that you earned by yourself, with work of your own hands. True, it was a job under Yuanwu and therefore his money…, but still, it was the idea that counted.

Apartment was tiny. One room included both: a single bed, a TV corner with double sofa, and a kitchenette wide for only two cabinets with refrigerator. Only bathroom was actually separated. However, that was enough for you. What more could a bodyguard without hobbies or friends need. Especially since you were in your new home only occasionally. Mostly to sleep. Your job, after all, was mostly 24/7.

Yes, you also considered quitting your job and leaving past behind. But you couldn't. Something was holding you back. And it wasn't even that stubborn desire to take care of the only person close to you, anymore. Rather, it was a sense of obligation. You owed Yuanwu a lot. In fact, your entire existence. He gave you a reasons to live when you were lost, helpless and completely vulnerable. Gave you the resources. Became your mentor and only friend. If it weren't for him, you'd probably still be wandering around this shabby streets. Begging for pennies for food. Getting into fights with passersby. Sleeping covered with cardboard boxes. Or worse… You would no longer be on this world at all.

Since you protected him for so long with your body and Yuanwu had already gotten used to a walking shield around him, you couldn't just abandon him. Even if he strongly believe that he was doing great on his own.

Something could happen…

Not that you were still openly bothered about his well-being!

Since that event, you have become cold. What's more, you haven't spoken a word. You only used head movements to greet and express agreement. You stopped voicing your opinion on any topics of conversation. And in strictly business matters, requiring some kind of report or information about someone, you used documents made beforehand and directly handed to Yuanwu at the right moment.

You also rarely granted Yuanwu with a glance. For most of the time, you stared blankly into a space, looking out for some kind of threat. This was something your boss couldn't stand anymore and that's a reason why he finally broke.

At first he waited about two weeks without reacting. Since you didn't say anything, he didn't either. He thought that it was just a short phase. That it would pass soon. A teenager's rebellion.

The problem is that you were no longer a teenager.

Starting from your first meeting, you were a grown-up man who made aware decisions. And whatever Yuanwu did, whatever he hoped for, he couldn't change your feelings, behaviors or goals.

He could only try to accept them or slightly modify them. Show a different way, a different approach.

That's why, around a third week, he was the one who took the lead. He started chatting about trivial matters. Gossips from the market, stories from the gym. Things that he was already in a habit of doing. Almost as if nothing had happened.

However, that didn't help either. What's more, it even worsen the situation. You felt annoyed by his ignorance.

For a good week and a half he tried to force a chat with you. In company of a finest teas, imported from distant countries.

Corners of your mouth didn't twitch even by a millimeter by that.

Yuanwu began to miss your laughter, your smile… Your teasing, your jokes, your remarks. Your habits and weaknesses. Everything.

He began to miss you.

Moment of brokenness and weakness arrived. Yuanwu came to the conclusion that there was no point of trying and he started living as normal again.

You got surprised by his attitude. This lack of patience was definitely not in his style. But maybe you were the reason why he acted this way. Not that you had any hopes for meaning anything more to him.

After some time however he realized once again that he couldn't live without you being your actual true self. And he began to put an effort again

In quite extreme time you have already experienced many stages. Which led you to your current situation.

-Here. The one that I made when you first came to me - he said rather proudly, placing another cup of hot tea on a small wooden pallet.

You spared it only with a glance. Memories floated back, but you weren't easy to bribe. You let him sit next to you on a comfortable cushions that covered a small linen patio sofa.

Although you were not interested in the drink, some passing by bee decided to leave one of the flowers of surrounding you greenery and get closer to that sweet aroma.

Yuanwu clearly wasn't happy with this turn of events.

-I think that's enough. We should just finally make up and forget about it.

You turned to him rapidly. Moving slightly back and looking truly dumbfounded. You couldn't believe in what you were hearing.

-Don't look at me like that, just listen. We are too old to feel offended. And we've been through too much to let one minor encounter, where you got hurt, ruin it all. It's ridiculous-

You couldn't stand it. You rose from your chair and glared.

-No, you listen. You know very well that it wasn't about that meeting. Nor was it about the fact that I got wounded. More than once I got your bullets or risked my life for you. I didn't care. And I don't care. Because i love you -you spat the words through your teeth, almost reaching to the point of screaming- You know this, you always knew. But you didn't do anything about it. For so many years you gave me hope just to one day, about which I am currently doing such a fuss about according to you, took it all away from me. And you know why? I know. Because you don't care about my feelings. You never cared about them. Unless they fitted to your own idea. Unless it was convenient for -pure venom came out of your mouth- But quees what. I'm done with that. I'm done chasing you. And if you're missing anything now, it's a person completely in love with you. Who you won't get again, because you didn't want it yourself.

You almost knocked yourself out, but thanks to your determination and clenched fists, you managed to convey whole message.

Yuanwu looked at you terrified. Exactly like in that alley. You hated that.

Now it was even more clear to him that he would not get back the old, obedient version of you. That the only version he could get was the one with romantic feelings. Which could dangerously start to fade away if Yuanwu didn't get his shit together.

Annoying knocking woke you up from your afternoon nap. You growled at it displeased. Only one person knew your address. That's why you didn't even hope for the noise to die quickly.

-Coooming! - you shouted truly unwelcomingly.

You opened a door without even looking at who it was. In a hurry, you returned to your beloved bed and threw yourself on it with all the weight of your body.

As expected, Yuanwu quickly made himself comfortable. He crossed the threshold of your apartment, closed the door and looked around. This was the first time he had been here. You hadn't allowed him to help you choose a place to live previously, despite his insistent requests.

Yuanwu scanned your property with judging eyes. Apartment may have been very neat and tidy. But definitely too small for you. You would have been better at his place. He couldn't understand how you could want to move away from him.

Or rather, he didn't want to understand. But he had to. And that's why he was here.

Blue Yuanwu took off his coat and laid it gently on the couch along with his hat. Trying not to prolong, he took a heavy seat on a bed right next to you. He rested his elbows on his thighs and bent down. Admiring a wooden floor by that.

Yuanwu took a deep breath.

-Sorry. I know that I was being an… how people your age call it? An asshole?

Good start.

-Shut up, you are not that much older from me.

You playfully kicked him with your foot, turning your back to him. You settled down with your arms crossed. Trying hard to avoid his gaze. Almost pretending to be offended. Even though all your grudge from yesterday had long since passed. Finally, after so many weeks of sitting in silence and contemplating, emotions began to drain themselves away. And the last dose of them left with your confession. Which itself became some kind of cleaning ritual to you. Admitting a long-hidden secret after such a long time allowed you to experience true peace of mind.

Yuanwu snickered at your words.

-Right. I could never process this information and therefore accept it. I have always had a sense of responsibility towards you. Ever since I first saw you… With scratched face, stained clothes, and that torn olive sleeveless shirt. Despite your pitiful state, you kept hitting that boxing bag with whole heart. That impressed me. Or whatever you can call that feeling -he waved his hand after a second of doubt- You had that fierce look in your eyes. Although I have to admit that your first punches were pretty shitty-

He teased you and received a new nudge in return.

-Look, I know what you're hoping for. And you're right, I knew for a long time. After the first year of our relationship, something began to change. I didn't understand it at first. Never in my life would I think that-

He paused for a moment and, slightly stressed, began to play with his fingers.

-But then that bartender dropped a comment after you went to the bathroom. And elderly saleswomen from a market began to question the character of our relationship. Then it got to me. But I didn't do anything about it. And it's not because I don't care about your feelings. Everything I've done for these past years, I've done only for you and your happiness, you know that.

Yuanwu's voice wasn't cracking, it was well balanced and toned down as always. However, he was slowly finding it harder and harder to choose his words. Admitting the truth hurt. Not only him, but also you. But you couldn't turn around. You didn't want to look at him, you couldn't. Not now.

He lifted his gaze up toward the ceiling. Relaxed his muscles a little and, after another inhale, continued:

-But I just didn't know if I could give it to you. What you were hoping for all along. Whether I was able to return your feelings. Over time it became easier to simply pretend, to ignore. When you started talking in the alley about how you cared about me-

He hesitated for a moment.

-I couldn't let you continue. I was afraid that this would be the moment when you would finally confess your feelings to me. And I will no longer be able to pretend it's not there. Live in my perfect illusion- he snickered over a hilariousness of his persona- But it was of little use. Because it all came crashing down anyway. My perfect peace collapsed like a house of cards. And I can't be surprised. Everyone has his limits. And I abused yours all too much.

You nodded your head to yourself. You had to admit that here he was right. Nevertheless, what were you supposed to do with this information?

-Will you finally look at me? -he asked with anticipation.

You persisted unmoved.

Yuanwu merely sighed. But he didn't intend to back off. Not now. Not after all this time.

-I know I hurt your feelings a lot. But I hope you will forgive me despite everything. At least for the sake of our good old days. And if you let me- If-… If you-…. If you guide me-…. I-… -

He really couldn't get it out.

-I'll be the happiest man on earth if you teach me what it's like to love.

You immediately rose up from your place.

-Yuanwu, you don't have to-.

-But I want to. And not out of guilt. Nor do I want to bribe you to come back to me. I want to do it for myself. No matter how selfish it may sound. By those weeks when you didn't speak to me I realized -voice got caught in his throat- that I can also feel something more. And it's not just a matter of habit. I simply learned to look at you from a different perspective.

Yuanwu went breathless. He felt a sudden embrace on him. Your strong arms squeezed him tightly from behind. The feeling was so… warm. Completely different from others. From hugs of gym customers, good old friends, or mothers grateful for teaching their sons love of sport and rescuing them from a bad crowd. This gesture was marked with something special. Something like an endless longing.

-Yuanwu -you said in a serious voice, trying to cool your thoughts- I forgive you and promise to come back to you in my old version. But you really don't have to do that. I don't want you to-

Yuanwu stopped you and turned his head in your direction. Feeling his piercing gaze, you opened your eyes, which you unknowingly clenched a minutes ago. Overwhelmed by emotions.

You were now looking straight at each other, and your faces were separated just by millimeters.

-But what if I don't want the old you? What if I want to get to know the new you?

His voice suddenly became soft. Almost sweet, melodic, as if... seductive?

A spark went through your body.

In a split second, your bodies moved on their own. And your lips joined, sealing your new contract.

[enzenwriting]

7 days-without a week pt3 (2.3k words!)

Jake sim x reader. #childhood friends #angst #fluff

If someone said the days came easy to you, they’d be wrong. so wrong.

your days started with Jake and ended with Jake, so when your mind and heart finally decided to let go, filtering Jake out was almost impossible.

you almost walked to Jake’s car, you almost yelled for him across the street, you almost messaged him, and you almost always wanted to stray towards him.

Ah. How embarrassing. Maybe you were clinging to him too much for a best friend only.

the argument and his words still felt very raw as if it’s the only memory you have with Jake.

“I was really being too much for a best friend huh. Now I see it and I don’t blame him for making me realise”

“Don’t be stupid y/n. Anyone would kill for a best friend like you. He’d wish he would’ve realise it sooner” euijoo

but you wish that soon never arrives. You’d rather be caught drinkjng expired milk than to be how embarassing you used to be.

“Well, there’s no point on that now. It’s time to focus my energy somewhere else. I’d get rid of this feelings for him so I can be good best friend again someday”

euijoo hated how hard you were to yourself 😔

you were initially hurt because of the rejection and then embarrassment settled.

Each emotions was a rollercoaster everyday :(((

the second week was going a lot easier, you’re attending the art club for help to busy yourself from Jake.

YOU THOUGHTTT

only to find him walking inside the classroom too????????

Jake’s eyes found and focused on yours ONLY, and suddenly he’s sitting next to you. He doesn’t even hear his friends call him

because jake was going to finally fix things with u

after he’s done shaking internally

Jake sees you concentrates back on painting. He realises it had been a while since he’s watched you in serenity.

Ah Adorable.

But he’s got to do something than stare like a creep

“uhm... so are we supposed to just colour this anyway we like?” Jake felt SICK and nervous speaking to you

and you’re no better. first his voice surprised you, then nervous settled because he was speaking to you as if nothing had or is happening between you two

You only hum and nodded, returning back to your work

awkward 🐦‍⬛

He felt awkward. He longs to talk to you and spend more time with you without having this awkward tension. Jake just wants to talk to you about anything and hear you rant about absolutely anything and everything.

So he tries again

“can… can we share paint? They didn’t give me any”

“Sure... Or you can have mine. I can ask euijoo to share with me instead” he missed your voice but the ugly mention of the male’s name struck a bullet.

just when you’re about to stand, he holds your wrist, stopping you from moving.

Ah… he should’ve done this when you first walked away he thinks.

He should’ve followed those kdrama moment

“No, we can share instead right?” his hold on your wrist loosen but his eyes on yours are still strong

“and you know I don’t like sharing what’s mine with other people” he mumbles, maybe without a thought to his words.

Uh? Did he mean you? The audacity

“This isn’t about the paint anymore… right?”

“Y/n, I’m really sorry about that day.”

“I was… I was really annoyed that day. I know it’s not an excuse, and I should’ve spoken to you about it maturely but I- um... AHHH”

Jake sim is frustrated at himself

“Look, what I’m trying to say is. I’m so sorry for all the shitty things I’ve said and done. I just- I miss you. I honestly really miss you and I just want my best friend back. Can we start over?”

What? To start over? “What does that even mean?”

“I think I- no, I like you too y/n.” He bites his lips “and I really miss you-“

Ahh. So that’s what it was about.

“You don’t like me Jake. You’re only saying that because I’m no longer around you. You’re only feeling guilty and you’re mistaking it for something else”

“Y/n no-“

“I don’t want to start over.” To start the embarrassment all over again? no. you don’t want that

“You’re mean y/n. You don’t get to decide whether I like you or not”

“I’m mean? If I’m mean, then what were you that day? Just give up on this Jake”

“Look, I’m already apologising for that. I’m sorry again but I won’t give up. I can’t give up” he knows it sounds desperate and embarrassing but he can’t give up

“ I’m saying it nicely Jake. I don’t want to start again”

“That’s unfair. You didn’t give up for years, aren’t you being a hypocrite?” oh that shouldn’t have slipped out

“I’ve given up now. You should too-“

“Nope! I’m not giving up y/n. I’ll show you it’s real, be prepared for it!” and he’s off, leaving a half painted bear.

Sim Jake stuck to his word.

“The turn have now tabled” Riki laugh, watching Jake run towards your direction with a hot chocolate in hand early in the morning.

“He really isn’t giving up huh” Sunghoon laughs but is impressed at how much effort their friend is giving

Jake had been going strong in his pursuit for 4 days. Greeting you every morning, asking if you want a ride, messaging you, trying to talking to you, and is always gravitating towards you.

You’re afraid to say Jake had also been acting beyond the boundaries of friendship.

One day, you’re wearing a short sleeve when a cool breeze took over the afternoon. Heeseung saw you shiver and offered his blazer. Jake stood up, threw the clothing on the floor and zipped his hoodie on you instead.

rip Heeseung’s blazer💔

Another one was when he joined yours and euijoo’s walk to the shop just outside of the campus. He noticed you’re walking towards the road, so he jogs next to you, shielding you from an incoming slow vehicle.

The one which stuck out to everyone was that time after one late lecture. Jake who happened to be waiting for you outside of your class, instantly saw it wasn’t your day when you walked out.

His heart broke for you :( (his bby is stressed) so without a word, he walked up and engulfed you in a hug amidst the crowd. His hands covered your ears preventing you from hearing the whispers until everyone dispersed

that day , you followed as he took you to his car and sat you on the back seat. He wrapped you with his spare blanket (he’s always had for you) and played your playlist to calm you down. He never left your side until you were calm enough to go home (driving you home too ofc)

“I can’t believe not only you rejected him, but also not giving in when he makes moves on you. I’m kinda impressed but also confuse” euijoo comments.

“He’s returning your feelings and showing he’s determined, but you still haven’t changed your mind?”

“What if it’s only temporary joojoo? Jake can be easily influenced sometimes and I’m scared this is one of those times”

“Well, i think this influence might a good thing this time and if it’s coming from the right people like Jay, heeseung and the rest? I don’t think it’s anything to be scared of. You trust them too right?”

You do. but you’re still scared

even if your heart does little flips each time he’s around you

“day 5 of Sim Jaeyun being a total simp!” Riki laughed.

“My guy is going strong but y/n isn’t changing her mind still” Heeseung joined “rightfully so”

“Stop, I can’t think of anymore ways to tell her I actually do like her, and I feel like each day I lose her” Jake slumps on his friend’s bed

“Is she going to the match this Sunday? You can totally ask Press Yang to come up with a plan. He’d be totally down for it. That guy loves drama”

Oh! That’s it.

“Hey, I have to go. Just thought of something” Jake is already rushing out of the door; the the way all his friends wave him off except Jay, busying himself on his phone.

On the 6th day, you find Sim Jaeyun outside of the library after your study session.

He waits for the crowd to disappear before he speaks.

“can i- can i try one last time?” you’re confused

“One last time y/n. I’m showing you I’m serious about you and us this time. And if- if you still want me to give up after, I’ll respect that”

“what do you mean”

“We have a match tomorrow in the school court and I’d like it if you came.”

“Oh! But it’s totally up to you, but it would be cool if you came… um because it felts empty not seeing you there- I mean. Oh my god, this isn’t part of what I practised”

There’s your awkward first year highschool Sim Jaeyun

“Here too. It’s not much and there’s a note inside for you too. Don’t read it now before I leave so” you take the folded fabric and watch as Jake makes a run for it

The boy literally pulled lighting fucking mcqueen🏃🏻‍♂️

His antics makes you chuckle. Brings you back to first yesr uni

you reach for the note inside and pocket it before unfolding the piece of cloth.

It’s his jersey with his name and your favourite number

You don’t remember Jake having this number on the back of his uniform. It had always been his lucky no.5

You reach for his note and read it.

“Hey yn, I know this isn’t much but, as you can see, I changed my jersey to your lucky number. It might seem cheesy but, I realise I’ve always been lucky with and by your existence around me. You’re my lucky charm. I was a little stupid to realise that a bit too late. I’m sorry. Initially, I felt embarrassed planning on this, but then I felt happy and excited to do this for you. I understand why you like to gift me things now :)”

Jake sim is a silly silly boy

“I don’t know if you can tell yet but I actually really like you. And I really want this to work for us if you’re willing to trust me again. I would try my best not to fuck it up.

I know this probably isn’t going to make up for all the damage I’ve done but this is my best for now. If you decide not to come, I totally understand and I’ll stick to my words. I miss you. I miss my best friend and Layla’s adopted mom. I’m sorry that it took this much for me to realise how important you are”

Silly boy. Your heart hadn’t really changed huh

Jake Sim feels sick once again. He’s in the court with his new number on the back. The game starts is a couple of minute…

BUT HE CANT FIND YOU.

He knows it was up to you at the end of the day but it doesn’t stop his heart break when the whistle blows and the game starts without his lucky charm.

Jake is now alone by his locker. He refused celebration invites by his team member after a huge win.

He didn’t feel like he won at all because he lost you.

He understands now. He understands how you felt at that moment when he said those words 2 weeks ago. He knows how it felt to be abandoned by your own best friend. The pinky promise you both made not to leave each other at the age 10 doesn’t matter.

All because he broke it first

Jake felt the tears come down and he can’t blame anyone but himself. He’ll have to live with it.

Jake Sim is ready to face his new reality. He walks out of the court towards his car-

to find you leaning on it.

shivering in the evening breeze with his jersey on your body

Is he dreaming? Is he hallucinating again? But you weren’t in the court?

“Oh! Congrats Mr. MVP! You played well there. was it the lucky charm on your back?” you grinned “had to sit somewhere else today. You’re too popular”

Jake feels his knee wobble, and wobble they did until he’s kneeling with a tear rolling down again.

Oh so that’s why you weren’t in your seat

You were there. You’re in front of him now.

His breath is shaky but a release of relief comes out.

You jog towards him, sitting down to his level, wiping his tears. “Why are you crying? You literally won”

“You?”

You nod

Jake Sim really won. In a quick swift, he lifts you in a tight hug, spinning on the spot.

“I promise I won’t hurt you again. I promise I’ll be your best friend. I promise I’ll be your soulmate. I promise I won’t make you leave like that again”

“You’re my best friend. I won’t let you”

“And as your boyfriend I promise I’ll keep my promises”

“And as your girlfriend. I keep reminding you”

7 days a week, what did they mean to each other.

ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

an: that’s allllll for me! I hope you also found the Easter egg in there🤭

lots of love🥰

7 days masterlist / main masterlist

[purpleyoonn]

baby (you complete us) 8

C H A P T E R   E I G H T 

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: lots of insecurities, mc practically snaps, lots of tension, angry/protective yoongi, possessive bangtan, mc believes they're unworthy, discussion of disabilities, 

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

masterlist // chapter 7 // chapter 9

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“Alright then. Are you ready to go and meet your soulmates?” Songun claps his hands together before gesturing you towards the waiting car parked on the street. You stare at it warily, but you nod your head anyways, pushing and grasping for the feelings the boys have already made you feel, hoping they chase away any of the doubt floating through your head.

“Yes.”

You were right when you thought that the HYBE building might be bigger on the inside. It was like going inside Newt Scamander’s suitcase, a complete never-ending maze of rooms and corridors. You knew for sure that if you didn’t have someone to follow, you would become trapped within as a consequence of getting lost.

It had taken only five minutes for Songun to bring you to the building, using his security badge to gain entrance to the staff/artist underground parking structure. However, he had you use your badge, the one the boys sent over to your home, to gain access to the building. He wanted to be sure it worked, that way you would have no trouble with any of the other doors inside.

The second you got inside, you could feel your hands becoming clammy, knees starting to feel weak as Songun helped guide you to the front desk, wanting the woman at the desk to become familiar with you and know who you were.

“Hello, how can I help you.” The woman, her name tag reading Arin, smiled up at you, putting you a little at ease. However, you were still nervous to you quite literally handed her your pass. You couldn’t form any words and hoped your badge would suffice.

“Oh, um.” Arin shuffled out, looking at you with a nervous smile before looking down at the badge and seeing the words printed across the front. Then her smile turned into a different kind of nervous, knowing if she made one wrong move she could be fired.

“Ah, I see. Welcome Mrs. Kim. I hope that you find everything to your liking.” You blinked at being called Mrs. Kim again, wondering what that is about when your name is clearly printed on the badge.

You were also curious to why she seemed so nervous around you now. You weren’t famous or rich or anything of the nearest sort. She acted like you were about to take her job from her and blacklist her. Like you had power over her. You didn’t know if you liked it or not. It made you a little uncomfortable to be honest.

“Can you alert the boys that we are here please. I will lead her up right now.” Songun leaned over the desk, whispering in her ear for a couple of seconds before he pulls away. Arin nods and reaches for her phone. Before you could say anything, Songun hands you your badge back and leads you to the elevators.

“The badge works a bit like the hotel, you just place the badge over the security strip.” You nod your head at his words, storing the information in your head. You hold your badge up to the strip on the wall and the elevator opens within a second, making your eyes widen.

“Now, with your badge, you have full access to any of the rooms your soulmates do, including any practice rooms or studios.” Songun begins to describe the uses of your badge as he presses the floor to the 15th floor.

Ever since the HYBE Insight exhibit closed while the boys were serving their military enlistments, the public has been unable to access any of the floors of the HYBE building. You remember seeing some pictures from other fans of the Insight exhibit and thought it looked amazing.

You were even more amazed when the elevator doors opened to the 15th floor, a large portrait of the boys on the opposite wall. It was a picture of the first group photo the boys posted to Twitter when they all came back from serving their military enlistment. You remember how sad army was when the boys enlisted at the same time, but the soulmate laws required it so soul pain wasn’t experienced from distance or separation.

Your hands were now extremely clammy, a little shake to them as you tried to clench your fingers into a fist. You were beyond nervous, even a little scared to see them now that you were only a mere couple of feet from them. You stopped in your step, shoulders hunched as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Hey, are you okay?” Songun had stopped when he realized you weren’t next to him any longer. He turned to see you a couple of feet behind him. He moved back over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can do this. What if they’ve changed their mind? What if they don’t want to see me anymore?” You began to ramble, your insecurities coming into play as they spun the thoughts moving in your head.

“Miss Y/n, I can’t tell you things are going to be easy or simple when you walk through those doors. But I can say that those boys, since finding out about you, have done nothing but worry that you won’t give them a chance. They are just as nervous and scared about this meeting as you are. I can’t tell you what to do, but I can say that you all need this. To see each other and get all of your feelings out on the floor.” Songun leaned down in front of you, so you could see his face as you looked at the floor. You listened to his words, the way he talked to you so gently that he reminded you of your own father.

“If you don’t want to do this, I can give them some excuse and take you back to your hotel room.” Songun ended with a shrug, making you laugh a little. You knew he was trying to make you feel better, feel at ease and you couldn’t thank him more for it. But he was right. You needed to see them, needed to end the ten plus years of mental torment you’ve endured. You needed to talk to them and move forward.

“Okay. I’m ready.” You nodded your head, in a way reassuring yourself that you were actually ready for this. If Songun could tell that you were talking to yourself more than to him, he never reacted. He just nodded at your words and held your shoulder the rest of the walk, giving you the reassurance you needed to walk through the door.

Songun knocked on the door, not even a second later moving out of the way as the door opened to Sejin, who you know as one of the main managers for the boys. He smiled as he noticed you, making a welcome gesture as he opened the door wider for you to enter.

“The boys are waiting for you inside, Y/n.” His smile while he meant to be nice and welcoming, did little to help you feel comfortable. You turned your head to look back at Songun, only to see him nodding his head at you again, telling you that everything would be okay.

You turned back around, clenching your fists again before nodding and walking into the room. You tried to steel yourself, to tell yourself that you were okay. You clenched your fists so hard you could feel one of your fingers pop and shift. You opened your fist and began to try and pop your finger back in when you noticed the boys, all moving to stand from where they were seated on the couches.

You paused in your step, seeing your soulmates up close and personal was different than seeing them on your screen or texting them on your phone. Seeing them a couple of feet in front of you made this all too real. You could vaguely hear Jungkook say “she’s finally here.”

It was awkward for a couple of long seconds, you just staring at them as they did the same to you, as if taking you in. You were just making sure they were real, that this was really happening.

“Uhm, hi.” You waved your hand a little awkwardly, your mind screaming at you to break the tension in the room. You took a step backward, unsure if you should leave or not, which seems to knock everyone out of their trance.

“Hello. Please, come sit.” Namjoon being the ever diplomatic and caring leader is the first to speak, his smile bright and dimpled just like you had seen many times on camera. You always loved his smile; how warm it was and how it seemed to calm everyone down.

Namjoon had his hand out, whether it was a gesture for you to sit, or a hopeful attempt to bring you closer, you would never know. You nodded your head at his words and moved to the couch opposite of where they were sitting.

Your body was tense, uncomfortable in a new room and a new situation. You felt unprepared, like the time you were in the principal’s office and you were waiting under your principal’s watchful eye as you waited for your parents to arrive. You remember you were going to be suspended for hitting someone who had tried to make fun of your elder sister. She was in a car accident when you were ten and had lost half of her leg, making her wear a prosthetic leg that went up to her knee.

You had your hands clenched together, resting on top of your thighs as your back was rim rod straight. It wasn’t comfortable, but you were too nervous to care. However, you did lean slightly to the right, your hip still giving you some discomfort.

“We are sorry again that you’ve had to uproot your life to come here, but we are grateful for the chance you are giving us.” Namjoon starts the conversation off, right as Sejin leaves the room. Your eyes darted to the door and back, now even more nervous and intimidated by what’s going on.

“We know that the circumstances are not ideal,” You sigh at that, making Namjoon pause in his obviously prepared speech. “but we regret the time not knowing you.”

You cut him off this time, not needing some rehearsed words intended to calm you down. You tried to understand, tried to tell yourself that he was just nervous and needed his script to feel reassured but you couldn’t help but feel the disconnection, like you were just a simple worker and not his soulmate.

“Please, Namjoon. I would really appreciate it if you could actually talk to me instead of giving me your obviously prepared speech. I’m not some employee or businessman that you need to be prepared for.” You take a deep breathe, feeling that you were getting worked up again.

Jin and Jimin glance at each other while Yoongi smirks, hiding behind his ever-growing locks. He hates having to cut his hair short for his military service, and he hated having to be semi-separated from his soulmates, doing service work instead of enlistment. However, he liked how brave you were being in front of his younger mate, that you weren’t afraid to put him in his place despite the obvious power struggle in the room.

“I am not fragile despite my disability. I can handle having uncomfortable conversations. I was fully prepared to give up on my soulmark. I thought that maybe, my bracelet had to be defective. I mean, why in the world would fate give someone like me seven soulmates?” You scoffed at your own words, the idea that fate had that you still questioned, even now.

“Yes, I waited ten years for you, hoping and praying to fate that you would get your bracelets and see my messages. See that I wanted you. And I can’t blame you. I can’t blame you for not getting one. I can’t blame you for not knowing you were missing a soulmate.” You had noticed that some of the men were crying at this point, feeling the emotions that you put into your words. Jimin and Jungkook especially were sniffling, eyes red as tears marked their cheeks.

“At one point, I even thought that you had all already found each other and didn’t need me. And it seems I was right. You have been together for so long; I would only be getting in the way. I would be a burden you felt you needed to keep around in order to keep me from dying of soul rejection.” You didn’t mean to blurt that out, but your mouth was moving quicker than your brain and your feelings long buried were getting in the way.

“Don’t say that!” Jungkook yelled out, startling everyone in the room and making you jump in shock. You weren’t expecting his outburst, almost forgetting that you weren’t just talking to yourself.

“You are not a burden. You will never be a burden. We spent so long trying to find you, trying anything we could to find a post or picture anywhere that would lead us to you when you took your bracelet off.” Jungkook was now standing, moving to kneel in front of you.

“We read every single message, cried so many times in guilt that we weren’t there for you, for anything. We did everything we could think of to find you, even going as far as having our managers make that twitter post.” Jungkook was holding his fist to his lip, biting into his index finger. Namjoon took over from there.

“I apologize, you are right. I shouldn’t be talking from my mind, but my heart.” He even stood up, moving to sit next to you, but not before asking permission, gesturing to the spot next to you and only sitting down once you nodded your head.

“Jungkook is right. Once we were notified of your presence with the soul bracelet, we were shocked. How could we have not noticed the small empty feeling within our bond? How could we have gone so many years together, happy, and not notice you were across the world, suffering and alone and believing that we didn’t want you. We were so mad at ourselves.” Namjoon slowly reached a hand out, covering your clenched fists with his palm and squeezing gently, hoping to reassure you.

“We,” Namjoon gestured to the others, “want you as our soulmate like fate intended. There is a reason why we have connected soul marks, why our souls are linked.” His eyes are locked on your own, even as you turn your head to look at his hand on your lap. He can only imagine the words circling through your mind, the emotions flowing through your veins.

The boys had prepared for this. They all knew the trauma their lack of bracelet had caused you. They knew you would be hesitant to jump into their arms and accept them. He could tell from where he was sitting that their plan was slowly crumbling though now that you were in their presence.

The plan was to let Namjoon do all the talking, knowing you didn’t speak any Korean. But you saw right through them, causing his own mind to scramble with how to talk to you without using the prepared speech he wrote with the boys. He was so used to having everything prepared, having a backup plan for a backup plan all ready to go at a moment’s notice.  

“We accepted you the moment we knew you existed. You are ours.” Yoongi spoke up from his spot next to Jin and Taehyung, eyes narrowed as if daring you to contradict his statement.

He was fully ready for you to just be theirs. Yoongi and Taehyung had spent so much time on your socials, watching the tiktoks you and your family had posted on your account. Even right before you came in, Yoongi was on your Instagram, trying to memorize the smile on your face, hoping he could bring you the same joy and happiness.

Yoongi’s statement sent shivers down your spine, the amount of possessiveness you could feel rolling off his tongue had your brain short-circuiting. You hadn’t felt something like this before. It was like an amplification of the feelings you had when you talked to them at the airport or even on the plan after your hip popped out.

You felt accepted and wanted.  

Looking at Yoongi, your eyes sweeping over to Jimin and the hope he had written all over his face. Jin with the slight pout to his lips as he looks at your clenched fists, the slight bruising at the bottom of your thumb peeking out through Namjoon’s grip. Taehyung and Hoseok who had their hands clenched together and was watching your every movement, a slight twinkle to Taehyung’s eye as he glanced between you and Jungkook.

You would always feel like you were a burden, like you didn’t belong, but maybe those feelings could disappear over time. Maybe, fate was right when she connected your soul with these men. Maybe you should have never lost your own faith in fate. But ten years is a long time to feel unwanted.

“I-uh, I can’t promise anything, I have a lot to work through, but I…” You cut yourself off, trying to figure out the words you needed to say. Your mothers voice rings through your head, reminding you that fate always has a plan for you. That things happen for a reason.

“I want this. I—I’ve always wanted this…to have my soulmates and bond with them. Even after all this time I still hoped that I would find you.” You try to fight through the emotions you were experiencing, years of fear and hope battling in your throat. Jungkook can see you nervously tapping your fingers against your thigh and without thought moved forward to hold your hand in his, sending you a soft, reassuring smile.

“I guess I am just afraid.” You let out a nervous laugh, squeezing Jungkook’s hand in your own grasp. You look away from them, eyes focusing on the wall as you fight to blink away the onslaught of tears.

“Why?” The voice rings out, your mind recognizing it as Taehyung before you turn your head back, looking him right in the eyes.

“Because you have been together for so long. I can only imagine I would be interrupting the flow of your bond and relationship. I would be a burden you tiptoe around, trying not to make me uncomfortable as you return back into the comfortability and stability of your already existing bond. I’m afraid I won’t fit in with you, that my disability will hold you and me back. I cannot and will not put my needs to the side. I’ve had people before who were supposed to love me push me aside because I didn’t fit the mold they had for me in their head.” Your eyes narrowed, your heart beating so fast you could feel it in your throat.

“If you accept me, you accept all of me. I won’t be the hidden soulmate who isn’t allowed to leave the house because she isn’t normal or perfect.” At this point, you are letting it all out, all of your frustrations and fears. If these men were going to accept you and build a life with you in it, you weren’t going to hold anything back. You needed them to know what they were getting into.

You watched their eyes widen at your words, like they couldn’t believe what you were saying. You then watched their expressions turn to anger. Yoongi turned to Jin in anger and began speaking in Korean, too quickly for you to make out any familiar sounds or words. At one point you flinched, seeing Yoongi begin to stand up.

“He is not angry with you or at you. He is upset that you feel that way and have experienced such things without him being there to help you.” Namjoon’s whispered words have you turning back to Yoongi, reassessing the thoughts running through your head.

Namjoon knew you thought Yoongi was upset with your words, mad at you for your assumption of them, but you were wrong. Yoongi wanted to hurt the people who hurt you, his protective instincts strong when it came to his bonded. Well, Yoongi actually had some few choice words, but none that he felt comfortable repeating.

He could tell that his words had done something, made you feel some way because you looked back at him with wide eyes, reminding him of Jungkook when he was younger, unsure of the world ahead of him. His heart clenched with the way you looked to him for reassurance, and he knew from then that he would never let you go, would never be absent or unable to be there for you. He would do what he could within his power to protect you.

“He…he wants to protect me?” You asked Namjoon, hands tightly clenched with Jungkook’s as you looked away from Yoongi and up to Namjoon. You couldn’t help but to feel small, hoping that what Namjoon was saying was true. You had too many emotions crashing against your skull and you needed his reassurance.

Yes, you had your family at your side, and some amazing friends who you loved and who loved you, but you had always felt like a burden, no matter what you did. This led to many feelings of unworthiness and feeling incompetent. It didn’t help the words you would hear, murmured or whispered in passing, even by some family members at birthday parties. You saw the looks you would get.

You had never felt protected before, the feeling unknown.

It was something you always wished for. The security of being protected by someone who loved you was a powerful thing.

“We all do.” A quiet voice came from your right, Jimin having moved closer while you looked at Namjoon. He had wanted to hold you since the minute he had heard your voice over the phone that very first day. He could feel your heartache and your pain through your voice, he remembered he broke into tears at the sound of you so unsure.

Jimin sat on the couch next to you, turned to face you as he brought his hand up to brush your hair softly behind your ear so he could see you. You noticed Taehyung sitting behind him, a hand on Jimin’s lower back and an even softer look sent your way.

“You’ll never have to hurt again, with us. Just…give us a chance.” Jimin pleads with you, his voice soft. He thought you weren’t going to accept them; thought you were going to reject them. He knew pain was nothing new to you. He didn’t know if you would rather accept that or accept them.

You couldn’t help but to burst into tears at the sight before you. While Jimin was talking the rest of the boys on the other couch had moved closer, as close as they could get to you with Jungkook sitting at your feet, hands still connected to your own, rubbing the small bruise at the base of your thumb.

Jimin didn’t falter, he just moved his hand that was cupping your cheek to brush his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away your tears with such a softness you hadn’t felt since your mom had passed. His movements had you nodding your head, slowly at first, almost like a subtle flinch but then you were nodding your head up and down, his hand moving to follow your movements.

Once Jimin recognizes your nodding, once he realizes what it means, the biggest smile breaks out on his lips, eyes closing in what you recognize as his signature eye smile. He starts jumping in his seat and wraps his arms around you, almost falling into you as he does so, your weight now being supported by Namjoon behind you.

Jin smirks as he looks over you and Jimin to catch eyes with Namjoon, glad that you were giving them a chance, just like he predicted. Jin knew you would give them a chance, and he was preparing to woo you like never before, even though in Jin’s eyes, you would have never said no to begin with.

Your sniffle brings the boys out of their excited reverie, everyone looking at you and making you become embarrassed as you wipe your nose with your sleeve, no tissue in sight for you to reach for. You had stopped crying in between Jimin and Namjoon, feeling the bond activate at your words and feelings of acceptance.

You knew there was no going back at this point.

You knew the bond would take hold and cement the bond in your own soul.

“So, what happens now?” Your words had your soulmates scrambling, everyone talking at once as Namjoon remains silent, trying to remember what his own thoughts were as he held you in his arms.

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I Choose Her | Chp: 7

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: lots of angst, reader and hermione are soulmates actually

Note: Apologies for the wait, life has been kicking my ass but i finally found enough motivation to write this chapter and i think its a good one 👀 i actually had this chapter outlined even before i started this story so yeah i'm glad it's finally here! i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

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"Hermione."

You pleaded, she hasn't spoken a word to you in nearly half an hour.

"Baby, please. Say something. Look at me."

Silence.

Your girlfriend was sat at the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

"My love.." You make one final effort and relief overcomes you when Hermione finally turns around.

"Do you actually?"

Hermione blurts out and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Do you actually love me? Or am I just a way to past the time? You're abandoning me to serve the Dark Lord now that you have no longer have interest in me."

Deeply wounded at Hermione's accusation, you scoffed.

How could she think so little of you?

"That is not how it is and you know it. My feelings for you are true, Hermione. Everything I'm doing, I do for you."

It was her turn to scowl.

"What does that even mean? Please y/n explain to me exactly how becoming a death eater would work to my benefit." Hermione stands up, raising her voice.

She is understandably upset, losing your own temper would only do more harm.

You remained silent. Hermione's expression grows colder the longer you took to respond. You quickly stood, grabbing your wand. You could say the words 'i love you' a million times over and it still wouldn't suffice. Words aren't powerful enough to express the true contents of your heart.

You needed to show her.

Hermione watches you intently, her eyes welling up with tears, awaiting your next move.

"Expecto patronum."

You say, with a swift movement of your wand. A blue glow appears, circling the room before settling in between the two of you, the bright glow morphs into the shape of an otter.

A discovery you had made merely a few months after recognising your feelings for Hermione. Your own patronus had changed, mimicking hers.

The love you felt for her was true. The one thing you are entirely certain of.

Hermione is crying now, she doesn't attempt to hide her sobs. A sharp pain in your chest, you despised being the cause of her sadness.

You quickly made your way over, wrapping your arms around her. She knows now. You've surrendered yourself to her completely.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione's voice trembling as she suppresses another sob.

"You are the only thing that matters to me."

You admit truthfully and you feel your girlfriend's grip on you tighten.

"My parents knew this. If I don't join the death eaters, they promised that harm will come to you. I can't have that."

Hermione takes a step back to meet your gaze and you release her from your embrace. You watch as realisation overcomes her, too overwhelmed to say anything in response.

You reached out, placing your hand against her cheek, wiping away the fresh tear.

Hermione leans into your touch and you continue to hold her face in your hand as you spoke again.

"I was never afraid before I met you."

Another tear falls and Hermione shuts her eyes, her face contorts as if your honesty physically wounded her.

Your girlfriend quickly leans in, crashing her lips against yours. You kiss her back deeply.

You craved to have her lips on yours forever. If only the two of you could stay in this moment together, without the impending threat of what's to come.

"I can't lose you."

Hermione says, after disconnecting the kiss. Her hands move to grip the collar of your shirt holding you close as if you'd dissipate right then and there if she didn't.

"You won't, I swear this to you. I need you to understand that my true loyalty, it lies with you. I have no faith in the dark lord."

Hermione's gaze softens, her hand moves to the back of your neck, she runs her fingers through your hair soothingly.

You will do everything in your power to preserve what you have, you want to feel her like this until the end of your days.

"What I'm about to tell you is going to sound insane but I need you to bare with me. I have a plan." Hermione's throws you a skeptical look.

Your girlfriend was never one to be easily convinced.

You take Hermione's hand, placing a soft kiss against it peering at her. A shameless attempt to sway her.

"Do you trust me?"

Your girlfriend is not budging.

An amused expression on your face, you lean forward placing a quick peck on the corner of her mouth. You tilt your head, planting several kisses against Hermione's neck, earning a giggle from her.

Her hands resting on your shoulders she shoves you lightly and you lean back, meeting her gaze.

Hermione looks at you in a way that makes your heart flutter. In moments like this you'd be foolish to question whether the feelings you have for her are reciprocated.

She reaches up, running her hand through your hair again.

"Ofcourse I trust you."

You were sat in the great hall, picking at your food. You felt too sick to eat. After sending the owl to your parents telling them about your decision to join the Death Eaters, you basically felt too sick to do anything.

Looking across the room you find your girlfriend engaging in conversation with Harry. She seems to have felt her eyes on you as she quickly catches you staring.

You nod at her as silent reassurance and she gives you one in return. Lifting your hand up slightly, you gestured to your ring. Hermione smiles before lifting up her own hand. The bond appears, stretching from her table to yours. The light only visible to the two of you.

Quickly biting your lip to hide a smirk.

"Good girl." You mouthed jokingly, watching as Hermione rolls her eyes at you. You swear you could see a hint of blush forming across her face.

Your moment of bliss was interrupted when someone harshly places their hand on your shoulder startling you.

Blaise chuckles at your reaction setting his plate of breakfast down next to you. Pansy sits to your right and Draco joins soon after, sitting across from you. He's now blocking your view of Hermione.

"So, when is your initiation?" Blaise asks as he shoves a piece of toast in his mouth.

"My parents will decide that. I should hear back from them soon." You reply before going back to fiddling with your food.

"This is great. Things are finally changing y/n, I can feel it. It's beginning. The dark lord will rise." Pansy states and you suppress the urge to vomit all over the table.

You shift your gaze and see Draco looking just as if not more miserable than you. Head resting in his hand, he makes no effort to acknowledge the conversation.

"You alright?" You ask, nudging his arm.

He merely nods, flashing you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Just had trouble sleeping last night."

You grow more worried. You wish Draco would just talk to you.

"I know a spell that'll knock you right out. Next time you have trouble sleeping just come find me, I'll help you out."

You grimace at the obvious innuendo. Will she ever give it a rest?

"Right, thanks Pansy I appreciate that." Draco says blandly before picking at his own plate.

You watch as Pansy slumps in her seat, upset that she didn't get a bigger reaction out of him.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

You stood up abruptly, making your way to the Slytherin common rooms instead. You couldn't be expected to pay attention in Divination at a time like this.

You had spent the entire day in the common room, napping for half the day, the other half was spent going over every detail of your plan in your head.

It was ideally the place to be as nobody ever hangs about during school hours. You'd also ignite less suspicion hanging around there instead of your room.

Although, you had to Obliviate the Prefect that threatened to report you to Snape. Attending classes was truly the last thing on your mind.

You glanced at the clock, 8 pm. Most students should be in the great hall finishing up their dinner. You decided to head up to your dorm, you needed a change of clothes before grabbing a quick bite. Truthfully, your only objective tonight is to see Hermione again.

Making your way down, you soon noticed the stairway was empty. It was past dinner time and it didn't make sense to you that nobody was walking the halls.

You soon hear commotion coming from outside the closer you got to the front of the castle.

Speedily walking out the doors you spotted a large group of people seeming to have gathered to look at something. You begin to hear sobs and recognised that people were crying. A sudden pit in your stomach, you pushed yourself through the crowd and braced yourself for what you were about to see.

You find Harry, leaning over as he cries over Dumbledore's body. Your breath catches in your throat. The headmaster is dead.

How did this happen?

Rapidly making your way further up to the front, you soon spot your girlfriend.

"Hermione." You say, settling behind her.

She turns to look at you, wasting no time she pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms around her as you struggled to comprehend the situation.

"Where have you been?" She whispers as she removes her arms from the back of your neck.

"I'm sorry."

The only thing you could bare to say.

Hermione doesn't question you further, she stands next to you and leans her head against your shoulder.

You watched as Harry did the same to Ginny, crying as she held him. Your own hands quickly wrapped around Hermione's waist holding her close.

You looked up, spotting the dark mark in the sky. Pansy was right, the Dark Lord has risen.

This really did feel like the beginning of the end.

The notion only urged you to pull Hermione in closer.

Professor Mcgonagall lifts her wand in the air, casting the light spell.

Everybody soon followed, Hermione lifts her wand in the air and you do the same. The dark mark in the sky disappearing, engulfed by the lights being casted at it.

"Do you think Draco would've done it?"

You were stood behind a pillar at your girlfriend's request. Awaiting the right time to approach. She insisted on convincing Harry on your behalf, you knew better than to question her.

"No, he was lowering his wand. In the end it was Snape. It was always Snape." Harry states, venom in his voice at the mention of the Professor.

Hermione begins to read from a piece of parchment and you step forward to listen. Entirely forgetting that you were supposed to be hiding.

Stopped in your tracks as Harry and Ron stare daggers at you. The dark haired boy rushes over, before you could react he had you pinned against the wall, his wand at your throat.

"Stop! Harry, she had nothing to do with it!" You hear the panic in Hermione's voice.

"Why didn't you warn us? I'm sure you knew Malfoy wanted to kill Dumbledore but you didn't say anything!" Harry threatens, his wand pushing further into your neck. You wince at the pain but refused to break eye contact.

"I knew nothing. If I did I would've stopped him."

"Look, I don't have to stand here and convince you of anything."

You grabbed his hand attempting to pry it off you but he holds you firmly in place.

"She knows! She knows about the hocruxes. She can help us. Y/n has a plan she told me it herself. Just listen to what she has to say, Harry." Your girlfriend exclaims.

Harry looks at you for a confirmation and you only raise your eyebrows. Flitting your eyes down to his hand still grabbing your shirt.

"If you'd kindly unhand me Potter, I can tell you all about it."

Harry finally removes his wand and releases you from his grip. You reach your hand up, rubbing at your neck which is now sore.

The trio listened intently as you walked them through your entire plan. You'd essentially be helping them from the inside, it was dangerous but it was a risk you were willing to take.

All 3 of them stayed silent for a moment before Harry finally speaks.

"How do you know all this?"

"Let's just say my parents aren't exactly discreet." You simply respond.

The four of you fall into a silence again.

"How can we be sure that you'll remain loyal to us once you swear your allegiance to him?"  Harry asks again, a fair question. You couldn't blame him for being skeptical.

"Yeah, why should we believe anything you say?" Ron adds.

You stared at him before answering.

"Because I'm your best shot at defeating him."

Ron is taken aback by your bluntless.

You shifted your gaze towards Hermione, taking her in as she was.

"And because I have too much to lose."

You admit earnestly.

Ron's expression shifts, though you did not recognise the look he is giving you. Perhaps it was empathy.

The ginger haired boy merely nods, before turning to look at Harry.

"Fine." The dark haired boy finally says.

You smirked knowingly. How much it pains the chosen one to turn to you for help.

"So we're in business." You quip, holding out your hand.

Harry shakes it in agreement.

[chrissv4mp]

tornado warnings 🌪⚠️

warnings: vulgar language, maybe gets a little sexual but not real smut, getting back with an ex (don't do this seriously its the WORST decision you'll ever make)

author's note: GUYS i am so obsessed with sabrina carpenter so i js HADDDDD to make a matt oneshot based on one of her songs!!

edit: yall are getting this early bc i couldn't wait to post it & i also just hate having stuff in my drafts!!

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"matt," you laughed, stumbling over your own feet as you tried to make your way to him.

"c'mon, just a few more steps. don't fall now, darling." he joked, and you swear you felt nauseous at the thought of it.

your eyes glanced to the ground, and you forgot how high up you were. was the alcohol just making it seem higher?

you took the last few steps with caution, and right at the last one, you stepped on your shoelace, causing you to stumble forward.

"shit," matt gasped, grabbing your forearm tight but gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt. he pulled you back, the both of you falling on your asses on the roof.

matt laughed at your shocked expression, acting as if you hadn't almost broken bones. he was always like this, never feeling anything. and even if he did, he would just find it funny.

"what the fuck?" you gasped, and before you could even yell at him, you started to laugh. his laughter was contagious, everyone would agree.

his hold on you didn't last long, quickly pushing you out of his arms and getting to his feet.

your smile faded as you watches him crawl back into the house through the window, leaving you by yourself.

what kind of boyfriend does that?

you shook your head, fending off the bad thoughts and quickly thinking of how many other guys were worse. matt wasn't even a bad boyfriend.

he just... was a little scared of relationships. it was the commitment, he always said.

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sighing, you stared up at the ceiling of the office, the only sound in the room being a pen writing on paper and your quiet breaths.

"so, back to what we talked about last session, your boyfriend?--"

"ex." you corrected, looking back in your therapists direction.

"oh, i'm sorry ms. y/l/n. uhm, you said you felt unwanted, but that you still believed he had a good heart, is that correct?" the man asked, looking down at the paper in his clipboard.

"yeah, yes, that's right." you breathed, fidgeting with your hands as you looked around the room.

"you also said that you planned to breakup with him, cut off all communication. have you spoken to him since said breakup?" he tilted his head, looking up from his clipboard.

shit.

"no, no i haven't. never saw him. never kissed him." you said, your voice growing quiet as you said the last words.

if he didn't see it, it doesn't exist. he doesn't have to know.

the man sighed, taking his glasses off before placing them on a table to the side, "ms. y/l/n, this is a safe space, you know that. we've been doing these sessions for a little over 7 months now, and i'm sure that you know everything you tell me in here is private and is never spoken of outside this office."

"i know, i do feel that this is a safe space. and i swear to you i'm telling the truth. im over that son of a bitch. he's the worst." your lips curved into a reassuring smile, and unsurprisingly it hadn't helped your case.

"okay," he sighed.

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you glanced at the clock on the wall, sitting at the island in your kitchen as you finished up some work on your computer.

your phone was left untouched next to your mouse pad and you silently prayed that it remained silent.

the screen lit up, and an array of messages suddenly blew up your phone.

great, just what you wanted!

you didn't take your eyes off the computer screen, but as soon as you saw matts contact name in the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but grab the phone.

matt🫀: 'can i come over???'

matt🫀: 'nvm im already On my way!'

matt🫀: 'bringing snacks btw, we should watch a movie if ur down'

matt🫀: 'was gonna ask what u wanted but u take centuries to reply soooo coke and kit-kats it is :)

"what?" you whispered, chuckling quietly at his texts.

no, you can't laugh. none of this was funny, and he knows that he's crossing your boundaries right now. why does he always do this?

you: you js keep gaining red flags every day, we're not playing capture the flag, ykw that right?🚩

matt🫀: we're always playing capture the flag, the only flags i collect r green tho!💋

he couldn't be serious. was he even real?

you: sassy man apocalypse has started yet again😱

matt🫀: you take the man out of the sassy apocalypse, not the sassy out the man🤷‍♀️

you: your the worst

matt🫀: you're*

your thumb hit the power button, and not even a minute later, the doorbell rung.

having forgotten about your laptop, you quickly jumped to your feet and ran to the door. a smile was plastered on your lips, and you couldn't seem to get rid of it.

why must you always fall for his tricks. he's such a dick.

"hey, darling," he smiled, his backpack hanging off one shoulder and a plastic grocery bag hanging off the other.

his pet name caught you off guard, and you swore your knees almost gave out. no man has ever made you as weak as matt has.

who does he think he is?

"hi, matt." you smiled, and he didn't hesitate when he leaned down to kiss you.

your hand went to his chest, pushing him back and moving your head to the side even if your hand kept him back.

he scoffed in fake offense, pulling away, "you're no fun, y'know?"

"i'm fully aware." you laughed before moving to the side to let him in.

he went straight to your room, having known your house so well since he had been living with you for a while before.

all doubtful thoughts were thrown out the window as you made your way to the bedroom. you caught matts eye as you made you walked in.

"c'mere," he smiled, gesturing you over with a wave of his hand, "what movie should we watch?"

you couldn't help but smile, almost forgetting all the prominent red flags that he had. he was the worst.

or maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. maybe it was just you.

he was good for you. he kept you on your feet, kept you grounded.

"baby." he said, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts, "come here,"

matt smiled as he patted the empty spot next to him, and you wasted no time in getting on the bed and situating yourself beside him.

his hand grazes your thigh as he reaches over you for the remote, turning the TV on before scrolling through endless amounts of movies.

"superhero movie?" he asked quietly, looking over at you as you shook your head.

"wow, surprising." he joked, clicking through some more movies that didn't catch either of your eyes.

matt ditched the remote on what used to be his nightstand before he rolled over to face you.

his eyes were still that deep blue that you loved, and the smirk on his face didn't help as you tried to look away.

"i missed you," matt muttered, his voice soft as his fingers danced along the skin of your arm.

your breath hitched as his hand found the hem of your shirt and went under it, that stupid smirk on his face making it impossible for you to deny him.

"matt, we can't--"

"shh," his lips were dangerously close to yours now, and you didn't even want to question how he got so close to you in just a few seconds.

"there's not a rule that we can't, and we both know you need this. just let me relieve your stress, yeah?"

what the fuck is matthew sturniolos secret.

his hand traveled further up your shirt until it landed on your breast, and you couldn't help the gasp that escapes your lips as he squeezed it.

with his free hand, he propped himself on top of you, knees on either side of your body as he leaned down to your lips.

you couldn't resist him, not now that he was corrupting all your senses. all you knew was him now.

"no, matt." you muttered against his lips, your hand gentle against his chest as you tried but failed to push him away.

you couldn't do this anymore. it was killing you. he didn't want anything more than just a fuck-buddy and you both knew that.

so why was it so hard to push him away?

"matt," you gasped as you felt his lips on your neck, his smell intoxicating as your eyes fluttered shut.

no, you wouldn't do this anymore.

"matt, get off." your gentleness was gone now as you pushed him with real strength, he didn't give a single fuck about you, really.

the boy didn't hesitate to stop, quickly climbing off you before plopping right back next to you on the bed.

"shit, i'm sorry, baby." he muttered, real worry in his voice.

you shook your head, sitting up as you covered you face with your hands.

"please, just leave. we can't do this anymore. seriously." you sighed, tears pricking in your eyes.

"but--" matt tried, but you cut him off just as he was about to start begging.

"get out, matt." your hands went back to your sides, but you didn't dare look at him.

he would only reel you back in.

the boy sighed, frowning as he collected his stuff slowly.

he stopped when he reached the doorway of your bedroom, turning back to look at you, and this time you looked back.

"i do love you, y/n." he said quietly before leaving, shutting the door gently.

your lips parted as you took in the words that had just left his mouth.

no, it was a lie. it always was.

it wasn't true, right?

this was just another red flag to add to the list. all the lies he'd say.

fuck, he drives you crazy.

. . .

[tojisbbygworl]

The Worst Mistake - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader pt. 1

Summary: Hobie has never been one to shy away from anything. Even if the risk is greater than the reward.

Or; Hobie takes too many shrooms, and all of his fears and doubts about the woman he loves comes rushing all at once and he makes an extremely irrational decision.

Characters: Hobie, Miles

Tags: 18+, Substance Use/Abuse, ANGST, Hurt/No Comfort, Bad Break Up, AU - No Powers, Hobie lives in Brooklyn, Hobie is 21+, Miles is 18+ only cuz it makes sense for the story not weird I promise, Miles is kind of an ass, Hobie and you need a HUG, I forgot he was British, OOC but it’s because of the drugs

author’s note: Okay, this is a plot that I have been wanting to write for months now but didn’t know which fandom I should write it for. I will be pouring all my feelings out into this so hopefully you shed a tear or two and even if u don’t lie and say u did!

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It was getting late. The tv was blaring with some random show that the both of them didn’t have to pay attention to. She was sleeping next to him, a scowl on her face. And Hobie had never felt more alone.

The day was going so well at first. The two of them had all day to spend together. He didn’t have a gig or practice, she didn’t have to work or go to class, they made some sandwiches and had a nice picnic by a river. What went wrong?

What? Is he a fucking idiot? He knows exactly what went wrong.

For months now, Hobie’s been getting into heavier drugs than weed. She was never interested, the ‘don’t do drugs’ campaign going to work in her brain whenever he even mentioned anything else. But, she didn’t judge. She understood that shrooms just weren't for her and he never pressured her or pushed. So, he took them.

The first time was nice. They found that he was a lot more clingy than usual. He opened up more. Touched her more, kissed her more. He even giggled a few times that day.

Then he grew a small tolerance. So he started taking more…and more…and each time something was different. Shrooms made him speak his mind a lot. Sometimes too much and inappropriately. He didn’t know how to get what he was saying across in a way that wouldn’t insult her so he just said what was on his mind.

In the middle of the night, after having a quick dinner at the diner near his apartment, he remembered all the times he’s thought about breaking up with her. Usually, when he would have these thoughts, he swallowed them knowing it was just his paranoia. But his mind was scattered. So he told her. And when she started crying he just sat there and stared. To his defense, at least he looked sorry. But he didn’t take it back. And his explanation was half assed.

“Sometimes, I just get scared for our future. But I try to ignore it because I love you so much. And I know you love me.” That’s…not what he meant to say. He’s scared that he is not enough. That he won’t be able to give her the life she deserves. Why can’t he just say that instead of sitting here and watching her wipe her tears?

How they even came back from that night is nothing short of a miracle. But, Hobie was sure that there was no coming back from this.

It wasn’t until too late that he realized that he isn’t the "Tolerance God" that he seems to think he is. He thinks because he’s not throwing up, seeing smells, and hearing colors that he’s doing just fine. Today, he took more grams than he ever had. 7, to be exact. Along with the lemon tekking, it was certainly the strongest dose he ever had or will have taken. And he can feel it.

She fell asleep hours ago when they got home from their beautiful picnic. She hadn’t spoken a word to him when she got in the bed, the only indication he had of how she felt being the sneer she gave him before she pulled the blanket over herself and turned around. She left no room to cuddle, there were two blankets on the bed and she snatched the entirety of one of them. He deserved it.

“You know babe, you need to grow up, okay?”

Why the hell would he say that? Why did he start thinking about all the faults of their relationship at that moment? About how every fight they had was over something stupid, and even though they weren’t often, they were exhausting. She held onto her anger and refused to let go. It’s been something he’s wanted to talk to her about, but why now? And why like this?

She was laughing before he said that, smiling because they were both gushing about how much they appreciated each other and how excited they are for their future together and then he dropped that bomb. And he smiled while he did it. The way her face dropped and her eyes began to water; he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it.

He tried saying sorry when they walked in. She didn’t listen. And why would she?

Hobie looks at the back of her head. Then he stared at the ceiling. His heart was beating fast and he started to feel a little sweaty. Taking in some deep breaths, he realizes that his girlfriend giving him the cold shoulder is absolutely not helping his high. He swallows his pride then reaches over to shake her awake.

When she does, she turns to him. She still has that pained and troubled look on her face. He gulps, but can’t stop staring at her. His mouth opens only slightly, and his big brown eyes flicker between hers.

“What is it?” She says quietly, her voice raspy from sleep.

“I just…” he gulps again before taking a part of her blanket and lifting it up, tugging at it slightly. “I wanted to get under the blanket.” His voice is full of vulnerability that he never imagined he’d be capable of.

Unfortunately, she didn’t hear it. “There’s a blanket over there.” She snapped at him.

He looks down at the blanket sitting next to his feet. Then, looking back up at her and pleading with his eyes, he tries again. “I know…but…” Once again, his words are stuck in his throat. He just can’t convey what he was trying to say to her.

‘But I want to be under your blanket. With you. Please?’

He can say that she didn’t give him a chance as she scoffed and tugged her blanket out of his arms and turned back around again, but she was attentively listening before he trailed off. It felt as though the blanket was ripped from his grasp, and he stared in dismay at his hand still reaching out to her. He doesn’t try to wake her up again after that.

His hand falls and he rolls on to his back completely again, staring at the ceiling. Damn. So this was it? Are they really never going to recover from this? There’s no way, right? So why was he feeling so much anxiety? Why was he so terrified?

A tear slips from his eye down the side of his face. Then another. And then another. One by one, salty droplets force themselves out of his eye sockets until he is full on crying. Why is he even crying? He doesn’t know. He just knows that he fucked up and he’s not sure if she’ll forgive him so easily this time.

His brain was working full time filling his head with desolate thoughts about his future with her. He remembers every fight, every mistake, every tear she’s ever shed because of him. Why was she even still with him? He wasn’t a good boyfriend. He never was. Will he ever be? Can he-

“Hobie?”

Unbeknownst to him, his sobbing had woken her up, filling her with worry as soon as she saw his chest shaking. She immediately caressed his face and when she did, as if it was instinct, he turned and embraced her tighter than ever. His crying got louder, his body violently jerking with each sob. She was distraught. This complete and utter dejection was not something she had seen on him before. It was breaking her heart. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” he wailed into her shoulder. He couldn’t seem to keep still, to just hold her in his arms. No matter how tightly he wrapped himself around her, she was still to far away. His hands were ever changing and would grab her waist moving across it in an effort to bring her closer to him. “I’m so sorry.”

She relaxed but only a little. “Aw, baby,” she wipes the tears from his face with her thumb. It was contorted in pain. “It’s okay. I forgive you. I’m not upset with you.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

She shakes her head. “Babe, it’s okay. I promise-“

“I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

She furrowed her brows. “What are you talking about baby?”

What is he talking about? He wasn’t even sure himself. But he knew that he wasn’t happy right now. He continued to cry, his eyes closed and his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry for trying to change you.”

Okay…what? With everything he said, she only got more and more confused. When was he trying to change her? Was it because of what he said? Does he understand why she was even upset about that? “What do you mean? What do you want me to be?”

He took a deep breath and wailed, “My wife.” A long series of sobs escaped him after that.

“I’m going to marry you. You don’t have to be sad.” She said, still not understanding why he was so upset.

He shook his head. She started to let go of his face. “I’m trying to turn you into someone you’re not. That’s why we fight all the time. And I’m sorry.”

She lets go of him and he lets her sit up from the bed and look down at him. They don’t break eye contact for a minute. He looks into her eyes, still crying, but not as violently. She’s terrified. She’s always been smart. She knows exactly what he’s saying. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Yes.”

Her world falls apart. She gasped horrifically, sliding off the bed and standing up to stare at him. Her mouth doesn’t close and now it’s her turn to cry violently. “What?”

“I’m sorry. It’s time.”

“Why? What did I do? What did I do?” She became beside herself. She clutched her shirt as there was nothing she could do that could help with the pain she was feeling.

“You didn’t do anything. It’s not you. I just-” he sat up and on the edge of the bed cutting himself off from trying to explain what he was thinking. But of course, he wasn’t thinking at all, was he? At least not rationally. “I need to really think about what I want out of life.”

Hobie, no. Why are you telling her these things? You want her. She wants you. So fucking make it work. But there isn’t a logical voice in his head and she’s too upset to be a voice of reason as well. So now they’re stuck.

She fell to the ground, collapsed, more like. She cries and heaves into the floor while he just looks at her. Like he always does. He should get up and comfort her the way she comforted him but he doesn’t. Does she even want him to touch her right now?

She looks up at him and desperately pleads, “Please don’t do this to me.” She holds her chest. “I love you so much…”

Yes. She wants him to walk over to her and hold her. But he doesn't. “I love you too, but-”

“Then tell me to lay back down and go to sleep.” He had never heard her beg like this in the 2 1/2 years they had been dating. It was breaking him. But instead, he stood up and opened his bedroom door. She gasped again. “Why are you doing this?”

Hobie grows frustrated with himself, but from the way he starts crying even harder and the angry look he had on his face, it comes off as him being frustrated with her. He grabs his head and repeatedly slams his hand on it as if he’s trying to get his brain to work. “Because,” he spat, “There’s a question in my head and I need to find the answer.”

“And this is the answer?” She asks. “Breaking up with me?”

Hobie doesn’t answer her. He doesn’t know. But, it’s the only answer he has. She breaks down again and hunches over. “You’re breaking my heart.”

“I know,” he said.

Hobie…what the actual fuck are you saying? How could he tell her that? He loves this girl so much and she’s looking at him like she doesn’t recognize him. He’s betrayed her. He’s certain they will never come back from this. Ever.

It takes her some time, but she stands up on her own, still in shock and disbelief. He doesn’t say anything, just watches as she gathers all of her things and walks past him. He follows her out his bedroom door, down the hallway, through the kitchen, through the living room, and finally at the front door.

“When did you stop loving me?” She asked him before he opened the door.

“I haven’t stopped loving you,” he tried to explain.

“Then why are you doing this to me?”

“I don’t know.” He muttered.

Befuddled, she glared at him. “You don’t know? What the fuck does that mean?”

Hobie, again, angry with himself but taking it out on her shouts, “This is about me finding the person I want to marry.”

No. No, no, no, no, NO! Why, Hobie? Why? He didn’t mean that. That’s not what he wanted to say. And he regrets it the moment he says it. She gasped and held her mouth. Then she becomes furious. Hobie’s face jerks to the left and he holds his stinging cheek. He looks back at her, the both of them still crying.

“I fucking hate you.” With that, she walks away.

Hobie stands there for a few moments, trying to understand how everything went so bad in such a small amount of time. Trying to understand why he still wasn’t happy; why he was even more upset than before. That question was still there. He hadn’t answered it. What has he done?

Not long after she left, Hobie grabs his keys and leaves the apartment as well. At first, he doesn’t know where he’s walking. He just doesn’t want to be home right now. He only had his keys and his phone, which died when they got back home. He walked through Brooklyn like a ghost, people moving themselves out of his way and going right back to their own lives.

It felt so surreal that the worst decision he’s ever made in his life was just some odd minutes ago. His entire world was destroyed and he was the one at fault. How could he do this to her? To himself? What was he thinking?

After some time, he stops in front of a townhouse door. These were a lot nicer than his own apartment building, bigger too. They were basically glorified flats, anyway. Fit for a family.

He knocked. The door opened and he came face to face with a close friend of his, Miles Morales. They’ve been inseparable ever since they were kids but in recent years, they’ve grown apart. Hobie was older and had more responsibilities than him while Miles…

Yes, he was younger, but it was only by a few years. He never really seemed to grow. Of course he got taller, added a little more muscle, and he gained a deeper voice, but he was still immature. Hobie didn’t have the energy for that like he used to.

But, Miles was one of his best friends and he didn’t know anyone else who always has their door open.

“ ‘Sup, bruh?” He said, nonchalantly. He walks away and waits by an open door that led downstairs. Hobie takes it as an invitation and walks inside, closing the front door behind him. He follows Miles down the steps to his basement which is basically just a second living room. There was an old couch and a large TV which housed the waiting screen for Overwatch. Of course. Miles was always playing Overwatch.

Miles sits on the couch and looks back at Hobie who was clearly downtrodden. He furrows his brows. “What happened?”

Hobie doesn’t look up from the floor. In a quiet voice he says, “I broke up with Y/N.”

ending a/n: Girl I almost didn't want to proofread this that shit hurted. Just so y’all can rly get the gist abt how strong shrooms are, the dosage you should be taking is 2 grams. Also, lemon tekking (dousing the shrooms in lemon juice) will make it stronger. So 7 grams on top of lemon tekking will fuck you up badly. Don’t do this. Please.

Anywayyyyy, be on the look out for part two, I'm thinking about making this 3 parts depending on how long the second part is. Please let me know what you think! Did it hurt? IT BETTER!

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[rainbowmilk]

Hii I love the way u write the treech and reader storys and I was wondering if u can make a romantic lamina and treech story💗💗 thank youuu

A/n: Aww thank you!! I struggled to write Lamina, not gonna lie, but I think it turned out okay.

Warnings: angst

Paring: Treech x Lamina

Word Count: 849

“Lamina!” Treech called up to her. “Come down, you’re going to be late!”

He would have thought she hadn’t heard him if he hadn’t seen her eyes flit down to him. Realizing she wasn’t climbing down, Treech latched onto one of the branches and began climbing up to where Lamina was sitting.

“C’mon, it’s Reaping Day. You gonna show up with leaves in your hair again,” Treech said, flicking a strand of her hair.

Lamina, ever soft-spoken, replied, “I’ll be down soon. Just need a minute.” She turned back to staring at the sky. Treech couldn't understand why she liked looking at it, but it made her happy.

Treech could sense she wasn’t in the mood to talk. Lamina always took Reaping Day hard. He decided it’d be best to give her space, “All right, I’m off, see you after.” He said, patting her knee before beginning to climb down.

When he reached the ground, he was out of breath. He honestly did not know how Lamina could climb so high. Making his way back to the trail, he wondered if he should stop by the market and pick up something nice for dinner. It’d be a nice way to celebrate.

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When he arrived home, a warm bath was waiting for him. He scrubbed off the grime that collected while he was out and about. It always surprised Treech how much could accumulate out in the forest.

When finished, he slips on one of his dressier shirts and a worn gray blazer. While he’s adjusting his appearance in the mirror, his mom walks up behind him.

“You look handsome,” his mom says, pinching his cheek affectionately.

A smile stretched across Treech’s face, making him feel like a young boy again.

His mom walked over to the dresser, pulling out his dad’s old hat, “I want you to wear this,” she said as she placed it on his head.

Feeling choked up, Treech nodded, pulling his mom into a hug, “I’ll see you after.”

Walking out the door, he followed the rest of District 7 to the reaping

square. Having to stand in the crowded square was his least favorite part of the reaping…well, besides possibly getting picked. Treech’s thoughts couldn’t help but trail to Lamina; she hated crowds more than him, and he wondered how she was holding up.

Treech scanned the crowd for her. He spotted her near the edge of the girl section. Fear is plastered across her face as she fidgets nervously. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Treech wishes he could whisper to her.

After what feels like an eternity, the mayor steps on stage and begins to read. Treech doesn’t bother to pay attention anymore; it's the same story every year. He only tunes back in when it’s time to draw the girls’ names.

The mayor reached in and dug through the slips of paper before pulling one out. He crossed back over to the microphone and read out the name, Lamina. You could’ve heard a pin drop. It was so silent.

Someone might as well have punched him in the stomach. He can’t breathe. The mayor must’ve read the slip wrong, Treech repeated like a mantra. They can’t have called Lamina. He almost convinced himself that was the case until a familiar auburn stumbled out of the crowd.

Treech felt the panic rising in his chest. He’d never felt this helpless before. She looked so fragile standing on the stage. He nearly sobbed when he saw she did have leaves in her hair. Everything in him was screaming at him to grab her and shield her from all the bad in the world.

Lamina couldn’t die for them. He won’t be able to handle watching her become another unwilling sacrifice for the Capitol.

Please, don’t take her away from me.

He was too lost in thought to even notice when the mayor moved on to the boys until he heard his name ringing across the square. A numbness settled in him; he felt as if he were in a dream, looking down on everything, not even in control of his body as he made his way to the stage.

Once on stage, he thinks that he’s never felt more exposed. The entirety of District 7’s eyes are on him. Next to him, he can feel Lamina’s sobs coming out in full force. Wanting to provide some comfort, he reached his hand for her to hold. She took it and gripped it as if it were her lifeline.

His own tears threatened to spill out. They were being sent to the Hunger Games. Oh god, he doesn't want to die…not like this.

He was too in shock to even fight back when the Peacekeepers dragged them off stage and tossed them towards the station. Lamina surprised him, though she fought them every step of the way, squirming against their grip.

Despite her struggle and his lack thereof, it didn’t matter because the Peacekeepers shoved them inside a cattle cart and locked the doors, leaving them in the dark.

[wordy-little-witch]

The Ghost!Roger AU is honestly the best thing I ever read on this site ! It's absolutely perfect 😭

Give me more if it pleeeeease 🥺

I'm really glad people enjoy it!!!!!

I already have a HELLA fixation on the paranormal, and so when I can apply it self indulgently to OTHER fixations, I Am Thriving.

Truly this is my magnus opus.

On that note however, I'm gonna drop some Lore Ideas.

I've said before that Buggy's already aware that Roger is still hanging around. He's not there 24/7, but he does hang out pretty often. Ghosts are Drawn to the things they left Unfinished in this aspect, either by choice or necessity - they hang around on this plane instead of crossing over. Roger made his choices and hated it. He chose the lesser evil, in his mind, because NONE of the options were good.

Then, on that scaffold, about to die, he feels and sees his oldest kids and is frankly more than a little livid.

For one, they're unaccompanied. This is an execution, Loguetown is crawling with Marines - high ranking ones at that - and here stand two barely-teens.

Speaking of them, though, the second thing is how his boys' energies and haki feel. Now Roger has been in a cell for a hot minute - not horribly long, and it's been two agonizing years since he saw his boys, but he knows damn well one should not feel like a ship splintering against the waves while the other has the same warning flags as a landmine in some underbrush. It could be stress, and Roger hates himself for knowing he is a primary contributor to a situation which makes his kids hurt, but there's more to it.

Especially given lucky number three - they're thin. Like. Painfully thin. Buggy had always been rather scrawny, and Shanks had only just begun filling out before Roger disbanded the crew. Right now, his boys looked partially starved, and he was almost certain that if he could get to them, he'd be able to close his fingers around their wrists or ankles with far too much overlap.

Where the fuck was his crew and why the fuck were his sons alone???

The stage was set, though, and he had his role to play. So he just winds his haki tighter, presses as much love-care-guiot-pride-love-love-love into his energy as he can before wrapping it around his kids as subtly as he can.

Then he's spoken, there's cheering, there's movement and pain and-

Nothing.

Roger comes to a few months later.

It takes time to collect himself and his pieces enough to be aware.

Step one - find his kids!!

Shanks and Buggy are not little twin-flame-beacons - Roger assumes they must be back with the crew. He'll have words for them later. For now, Rouge should be due any day! Off to her he goes~

And to carnage he arrives.

It's all he can do to help cause a ruckus where he can when prying eyes get so close to his wife. She is pushing hard with her Haki and he's raging and crying and grieving all at once. Every day that the crusade continues is the day he hopes Garp arrives, that he does something, that he can do anything, that he won't lose her.

He stays longer than expected. A year and a half, and Baterilla is a ghost town. Rouge is barely alive, but their child's energy is bright and bold and u apologetic. Some nights, while she sleeps, he lays his head against her tummy and whispers to Ace or Anne about the world - about the good things, because those are the things the baby should know, those are the things this baby deserves.

Ace is born just as Garp arrives. Rouge dies and Roger grieves.

She comes back far quicker than he did and proceeds to smack him with her shoe, curse him up one side and down another, then wrap him into her arms and cry.

They follow Garp, follow Ace, and they watch over their baby. Dadan is not one who they would choose as a foster mother at a glance, but they warm up to get quickly. Rouge spends her time with Roger watching over their baby boy before she shoos her husband off to check on their other kids. She's never had the chance to meet her stepsons but she loves them all the same.

It takes him longer than expected to find them.

For one, they separated - and how in all the Seas did that happen- and for another, they're making crews. Mostly. Shanks has a crew budding, and Buggy now has a new look in his eyes and a fixation on wearing gloves, but whatever.

So he just. Bounces between the three, occasionally hunting down former crew members to make his displeasure Very Clear.

Only Buggy has ever seen him.

Sometimes Shanks will respond, will seem to Feel something off, but Buggy has always been the one to see the things nobody else could.

So Roger pokes at his littlest apprentice as much as he feasibly can.

It's only by pure happenstance that his kid grows up - and puts on weight, Roger and Rouge both are so proud - and manages to bag a goth Real Housewife Of The Grandline Drama Addict who accidentally-on-purpose adopted a girl with a penchant for divination and spirit boards.

Buggy isn't in the habit of mentioning the things all around people after the first few times landed with broken bones and bogo free trauma.

Now that Roger has ATTENTION however, and a way of talking to more people, AND a chance to gush about his kids to a listening party, well-

He is thriving. Rouge is giggling at him. Buggy is trying desperately to ignore his dead dad and equally dead step mother debating which embarrassing story to tell Pero-chan next.

He's just hoping and praying that they don't tell her about the Secret Spy Incident. He's not sure his blood pressure could take it.

[hyunsvngs]

what do we think ab dad!skz

i think im extremely hormonal

chan: cutest dad like he’s just made for it!! the type to take them to the beach! i think you’d defo end up having multiple kids with him but he’d LOVE to have a kid he can play sports with. and he’d be so sweet on sports day!! shouting and embarrassing the kid LMFAO but hes just so so soft. christmas day waking up to the kids bouncing on your bed so excited and channie just scoops em up n cuddles them :(( oh my god

minho: the type to plot your downfall with your own child. definitely would be ever so soft if he had a little girl. i think he’d only want 1 or 2 but he’d be absolutely so cute with them!! he’d dress them up in dumb little cat costumes lmfao. also the type to take ur kid out for the day and they’d come back with 2 new cats and ur like ??? but minho’s like our baby wanted more :) when in reality it was him who convinced your child fml

changbin: oh god. those two would be like BALLS of energy!!!! the child would be doing gg dances as soon as it was able to walk ngl. and imagiiine binnie napping on the sofa with the baby curled up on his chest all cute :( he’d be so cuddly with his baby thats HIS baby and you two made that??? fuck?!?!? would luv if the baby looked like you too :(( so fucking cute. i think he’d maybe want a boy & a girl just like him n his sister bc they’re so close :))

hyunjin: finger painting. absolutely finger painting. you would have so many paintings of your baby’s hand next to hyunjin’s, getting bigger and bigger as it grows but never as big as hyune’s :(( andddd definitely cuddles and films in bed with the baby. endless selfies with the baby. the baby in versace clothes. all of these things would happen. annddd imagine he does a huge mural on your baby’s nursery wall :(( fuck. i think he’d want an army of little baby girls that he can dress up tbh

jisung: god i’m going insane so imagine him playing guitar with ur baby on his lap. he’s so the type to have the baby wear a matching bucket hat to him. also the type to text you when you’re out like “babe… so small… the baby’s so small…” and you’d just be like well yeah sungie? that tends to be the case? LMFAO. the baby would be so well dressed too. i also think jisung’s the type of dad to carry the baby around in a baby carrier on his back LMFOAHDJG. he’d def def want a kid he can teach guitar too and is interested in music but also imagine sungie as a dad and his baby painting his nails when it’s old enough:(( he’d LOVE that

felix: y’all already knew i was gonna say this: baking dates with the baby. baking with your lil toddler. ur little bean. they bake u a cake and when u get it there’s loads of little finger marks and ur like ?? and felix is just like well the baby wanted to try… LMFAOJDDJ definitely the type to take your baby to the playground CONSTNATLY and he’d take a million pics of the baby too. sending them to stays on bbl fr. they’d just be spammed with the baby wearing a massive pair of sunglasses or smth

seungmin: says to the baby “go and tell mommy she stinks” and the baby does it. partners in crime. i think he’d want a little boy but also imagine him with an evil little girl fml. his disciple. he’d have the baby in pochacco pyjamas and little bear onesies with the tails. just a little fucking bean. tbh u’d not be able to get a word in to ur baby bc the baby would be SUCHHH a daddy’s boy/girl. worships the fucking ground they walk on fr

jeongin: ohhhhh god. i think jeongin would be SUCH a good dad. i’ve briefly spoken about this before like how i think he’d be absolutely amazing bc he has a younger brother, he just has the natural abilities. carrying the child on his hip 24/7, singing the baby to sleep with a lullaby. cute mirror selfies maybe with the baby wearing innie’s massive shoes :( i KNOW he’d be a good dad.

[wot-tidbits]

Curse Words Analysis Part 1: Blood and Bloody Ashes! by JaimTorfinn

The whole article can be read here.

The curse word “bloody” (by itself) is one of the most common curses in the series with 1,284 total occurrences. It’s used like its real life counterpart, and unlike its associated phrases, “bloody” is almost always followed by a word that it intensifies, such as “bloody fool”, or “bloody dice”. A recent comment by u/wjbc offers some additional insight on the word:

"Bloody" is a real world curse that Jordan uses because it's considered mild by modern standards. But in Victorian times it was considered very profane, short for "God's blood." It was also very lower class. George Bernard Shaw created a sensation when his character Eliza said "bloody" in the play Pygmalion (later turned into My Fair Lady).

Jordan started off slowly, and then went a bit wild in The Dragon Reborn, which is mostly due to the introduction of Mat POVs. In fact, all the numbers are very affected by how much screen time Mat gets in that book, with The Path of Daggers having the lowest occurrences due to Mat being absent.

When Sanderson took over, he was conservative at first, but then set new records with the final two books. As you can see from the authors’ average per 100k words chart, Sanderson used the curse almost twice as much as Jordan.

When it comes to total occurrences, Mat Cauthon is the bloody king! With 767 uses, he says or thinks “bloody” almost 7 times more than Uno, who is in second place with 115. It’s interesting to note that he thinks the word more than he says it, with 440 instances thought, and 327 spoken. Uno, on the other hand, speaks almost all of his (101 instances) since he only has one PoV section, in A Memory of Light.

With 110 occurrences, “Blood and Bloody Ashes” is the most common of the “bloody” phrase variations. It is often used as a standalone sentence, usually with an exclamation mark. Considered a fairly strong curse, it has been known to raise the eyebrows of the prim and proper.

With 101 occurrences, “Blood and Ashes” is the second most common of the “bloody” phrases. It’s very similar to “blood and bloody ashes”, but is perhaps a bit milder. It was also Jordan’s curse of choice when he first started.

With 68 occurrences, “Bloody Ashes” is the third most common “bloody” phrase, and functions pretty much the same as “blood and ashes”. “Bloody Ashes” is a Sanderson invention, with no occurrences in Jordan’s books.

Some fans assumed the use of “Bloody Ashes” in Sanderson’s books was a mistake, but when questioned about it, Sanderson claimed that it was on purpose.

SANDERSON: I've done this intentionally. It's a personal quirk of mine from my linguistic background. I feel that many constructions like this, over time, will simplify. As the world of the WoT has been modernizing, I feel that slowly "Bloody and bloody ashes" would shorten. I've used the longer version in the books, but have begun pushing the oaths toward their more clipped versions as part of a subtle linguistic shift to accompany the birth of things like gunpowder and steam power. Our world's own oaths have done this quite aggressively.

[yagamisdiary]

you don’t gotta answer if you don’t want to but is it hard to be in no contact with a parent ?

i’ve had a rough on and off relationship with my father since i was about 7 years old he’s messed up in many ways but that’s besides the point.

im finally at a point where im independent enough to move out etc and i want to plan it and go no contact with him because i’ve lowkey had enough lol but i feel like i will regret it later on.

so me and my mom have never gotten along like ever, we just never clicked. she couldn’t stand me because i “ruined her life” even tho it was her who got pregnant LOL and im an empath and could always sense she hated me even as a kid so i ended up building resentment toward her as well

it got worse as i became a teenager because i began acting out and standing up for myself and we would get into very physical fights and it just became very toxic to the point where she kicked me out sooooo many times

eventually i was always the one who begged to come back home even though i knew she didn’t want me back but i was so attached to my siblings that i wanted to be around them even if it meant she was going to continue to abuse me in every way possible

so it definitely wasn’t easy at first, i spent my whole 13-19 getting kicked out and coming back over and over again and just endlessly fighting with her until one day i just snapped

at 19, she did something unforgivable (she had done tons of cruel things to be before but this was my breaking point) and i finally realized i couldn’t do it anymore and i had to be selfish and leave my siblings behind because if i didnt, i was going to end up either killing myself or getting killed by her

i ended up leaving at 19 and i warned her she was never going to see or hear from me again and she didn’t give a fuck at all, in fact she straight up told me she was relieved and 6 years later, we have not seen eachother or spoken a single word to eachother

i have never been more at peace since leaving that house. even though i miss my siblings, that was the only part that was hard to do, leaving HER however wasn’t hard at all. she obviously has no problem with it either considering she hasn’t spoken a single word to be since i was 19 and now im currently 25.

i don’t know ur situation with ur dad but if it’s anything as bad as mine, i say do it. i hate when ppl have this stigma of “that’s ur parent you have to forgive them” “you can’t desert family” that’s just bullshit

you can cut off ANYONE. friends, partners, EVEN FAMILY. anyone who has treated you terribly, shouldn’t be in your life regardless if they’re related to you and i’m SOOOOOO stern on that like absolutely no one can change my mind on that whatsoever

i’m so so so sorry that you’re going through that with your dad and having that kind of relationship with a parent who is supposed to be one of the few ppl ur supposed to be able to trust is such a heartbreaking realization. if u need more advice or just someone to talk to, MESSAGE ME! i am more than happy to help ❤️‍🩹

[aikoiya]

LoZ: TotK - Gerudo Language 5 - My Cultural HCs

Here is the Gerudo alphabet:

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

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

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

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

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

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Pronunciation & Diacritics:

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

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

Rr is pronounced like the rolling Spanish "rr."

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

A is pronounced like "uh."

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

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

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

 is pronounced like “ow.”

E is pronounced with the short "e" sound.

È makes the "eh" sound.

É makes the "ey" sound.

Ē makes the long "e" sound.

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

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

Ī makes the "eye" sound.

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

Ó sounds like "oo," but shorter.

Ō sounds like the "o" in "home."

Ô sounds like "aw."

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

Û sounds like "oo," but longer.

Ù sounds like the long "oo" in "pool."

Ú sounds like the short "oo" in "book."

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

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

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

I've also made a few digraphic characters.

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-n or -en = Typically denotes plurality.

- -ae = Also indicates plurality, but only in regards to objects that already naturally end with 'a.'

-'jï = A suffix indicating possession in the same way that -'s does.

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

Occupations:

-àz = 

-ïxa = 

-àri = 

-hīri = 

-shàk = 

Bàz- or Beza- = Used in reference to the exchange of valuables.

Shôna = A deep longing, passion, desire, yearning, fondness.

- Hàmbï = A hobby. Something that one does for fun.

- -'àmba & -'àmbo = A suffix to show that someone does something for fun or as a pastime & not for money.

Īshghàlo = Job or occupation.

Kavih’shaer (Pronounced: kuhv-ih-sh-hayr; remember to put a decent amount of breath behind the ‘h’ in the ‘hay’ part) = Poet.

*Pàrmàgsta = (Profession) Cook or chef.

*Brukākàz = Baker.

Túlbu'haelàri = Wine-bearer.

Xūlyaat = Seamstress or tailor.

Zen'kàthīri = Lapidary. Literally, "gem-cutter."

Màzbaeshàk = Farmer.

Binōmodhaar or Binàmodhàrah = Blacksmith. Male & female respectively. One who works with metal. Or more literally, "one who bends or shapes metal." Archaic & mostly obsolete.

- Binōdaar & Binàdàrah = Blacksmith. Male & female respectively. Modern. More accurately, "metalbender."

- Binhaar or Binhàrah = Smithy. Male & female respectively. Modern.

- Sīshaar or Sīshàrah = Weaponsmith.

- Kshurhaar or Kshurhàrah = Bladesmith.

Mèdja (Pronounced: meh-zhuh) = Guard.

- Yaidja (Pronounced: yai-zhuh) = Guardswoman.

- Yoedja (Pronounced: yoh-eh-zhuh) = Guardsman. This term has been lost.

- Devïdán Mèdja (Pronounced: dan-uh-shaw-nee meh-zhuh) = The Shrine Guard of Ealiya. Considered one of, if not the, highest honors. A volunteer job to guard the Shrine of the Unsung Hero.

- Dán'ja (Pronounced: dan-uh-zhuh) = Shorthand referring to a Shrine Guard.

Wàr’do (Pronounced: vehn-wahr-uh-doh) = Soldier. Different from the concept of heroes. Translates to "spear of battle." As those who fought in battle were considered to be the weapons of the god of war himself.

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

Eshônī = Someone who serves a deity.

- Vai'eshônī = Priestess, literally "holy woman."

Vàsitulàmba = For all intents & purposes, a dominatrix. The pastime version.

- Vàsitulïxa = A dominitrix, the occupation variant. A dominant woman paid to break in Vo'màzr by any means necessary. Those means typically involve the use of Stolkén.

- Vaesitulïxa = A Vae dominitrix. Does what Vàsitulïxa do, but without the need for a Stolké.

Vàmahya or Vàmabïya = Matron.

- Mahya or Mabï = Title for a matron.

Sehàdïk = Doctor. Literally, "healer." - It used to be that priestesses were the ones with knowledge of healing.

- Sehàdï = Heal.

- Matôlid Sehàdïk = Maternity Doctor.

- Sehà'ihxirshàt = Medicine. Literally, "healing tonic or elixir."

Vaybila = Midwife.

Ràndabaqiàm = Librarian.

- Rànd = Book.

- Ràndaba = Library. Literally, "book building."

- Niwarū'è Devïaba/Devïdàn = Library. Literally, "Shrine or Temple of Nayru."

- *Nehlïx = Author.

*Būjuxa or Būjuchōr = Thief.

- Būriq = Burglar or thug.

- Salbūriq = Bandit or pirate.

- Làkbūriq or Làkdasyu = Specifically indicates a pirate. Lit. “sea bandit.”

- Làkrsàn or Làkrsàna = A pirate, but specifically, a corsair.

- Būjrúq = Bandit.

- *Ànda = A band (of thieves).

Bàzarï or Bezanik = Merchant or trader. One who sells goods.

- Bàzorqik = Traveling merchant.

- Bàzàrmï or Bàzïn (Pronounced: bah-zeen) = Vendor. Goods stall worker.

Màlap = Law.

Food:

Pàrmàgsta = (Profession) Cook or chef.

*Brukākàz = Baker.

Taimàgst = Food.

Mïchaa = Milk.

Sudrï = Butter.

Churkha = Cheese.

Ladhahi = Savory.

- Lebnah = A type of yogurt cheese that the Gerudo make from milk from Ordon Goats, Rock Salt, & Shock Fruit juice.

Kàrim = Cream.

Éda = Egg.

Khubz = Bread.

- Wahē'dàlla Khubz = Hydromelon bread.

Tïra = Pie.

- Yàrïtïra = Tart. Literally, tiny pie.

Kākï = Cake.

Xôkulàda = Chocolate.

Kàvé = Coffee.

Shāvi = Tea.

Nàmbil = Spice.

Resfehta = A recipe, concoction, or formula.

Qītàm = Flour (any type).

*Xōkàr = Sugar.

- *Xōkàr Glihst = Frosting.

- Faela'úl Xōkàr = Torched sugar.

Nādo = Noodle.

Lugïdō = Meat. In-general.

- -gïdō = A suffix indicating a specific type of meat.

*Pàrmàgkàmfa or Màgkàmfa = Kitchen.

*Tra = Pot.

- Kàvé'tra = Coffee pot; carafe.

- Shāvi'tra = Teapot.

- *Pàrmàgéda'tra or Màgéda'tra = Cooking pot.

Hàjdit'fōrxab = Stone Oven.

- Brukākéda'ximbi = Stone Oven. Literally, "baking box."

Shifamàgya = A grill.

- Shifamàgstàl = The Gerudo style of grilling meat. Mostly revolves around Shish Kebàben & Shawàrma. It typically uses a lot of spices & utilizes open flame. The meats that they largely use are Poultry & Sheep.

Lobmàg'mīqa = Skillet or frying pan.

*Pàrmàgstù or Màgstù = To cook.

- *Brukākù = To bake.

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

- Lobmàgù = To fry.

‐ Maezù = To mix/combine/stir.

- Shifamàgù = To grill.

- Tahnù = To grind.

- Fàzù = To beat (as in an egg).

- Sarù = To grate.

- Mahklù = To sift or separate.

- Sharù = To slice.

-- Sharï = Slice.

- Qaxàrù = To peel.

- Taqhànù = To distill.

Màgstéda'āda = Cooking instrument. Typically made of gold with lovely Gerudàn designs. Many use hand cranks to work.

- Nàmbil'tahnïr = A spice grinder. Uses a hand crank.

- Kàrak'mahklïr = A crank sifter. Uses a hand crank.

- Kàrak'maezïr = An eggbeater. Literally, "crank mixer." Uses a hand crank.

- Sàrïr = Grater.

- Grōma'qaxàrïr = A potato peeler.

- Shāvi'yunqaerib Mázaq = Tea-Infusion Wand.

- Myrrhet'taqhànïr = An oil distiller. Something that a Gerudo Alchemist invented millennia ago before the all-female curse. There have, of course, been many similar machines used by other cultures, but none quite so efficient, compact, & easy to use as the one of Gerudo design.

*Màbūjù = To steal (food).

*Pungù = To poison.

Skehyù = To eat or consume.

- *Hïhxù = To hunger.

-- *Hïhxï = Hungry.

- *Sekàjù = To thirst.

- Plexù = To be full.

-- Plexō = Full.

- Plixù = To fill.

Sàv'ōt = "Very good" or "so good." Often used to express that food tastes good. Though, it's more something one says to themself rather than to the chef.

Sh��hid = Delicious.

- Hàr'sé shàdhïdha! (Pronounced: hahr-sey shahd-heed-huh) = "It's delicious!" A very high complement, dripping with gratitude.

Fashion:

Xūlù = To sew.

- Xūla = Sew.

- Xūléda'sī = Sewing needle.

- Xūlyaat = A tailor or seamstress.

Xūlaràzù = To embroider.

- Xūlaràza or Xulapraemàt = Embroider.

- Xūlaràzyo = Embroidery.

Praemàta = Pattern or design.

Yànlinasù, Nūsjù, or Būntù = To weave.

- Būnti = Weave.

*Lihtù = To wear or get dressed.

Vastràda = Textile.

*Klàt = Cloth.

- Klàtzi = Thread.

- Soofklàtzi = Yarn.

Hàrfshi = Craft.

- Hàrfstràda = The most accurate translation of this word is “fashion.” However, it also pertains to things of an artistic nature & their physical creation. So, one could also say that it translates to “arts & crafts” or “art of crafting” or “artistic creation” & they would technically be correct.

Koyusa = Style.

- Uay'koyusù = To have style.

- Zo'koyusù = To be stylish.

Zurkàd = Button. As in, a fastener for clothing.

Shïrké = Silk.

Kafchïta = A brightly colored, ankle-length dress made of light & airy fabric with long bell sleeves & golden or silvery embroidery. Considered to be a more dressy outfit for Gerudo, but it is also commonly worn by foreign Vaien visiting Gerudo Town. The reason being that only Gerudo can really get away with wearing so little in the desert & not have to worry about sunburns. And Kafchïta just so happens to cover enough to keep most delicate skin safe. The assymetrical, one-shouldered Kafchïta style has been very in recently. - Inspired by both the Kafkan & the Takchita.

Kopfab = A colorful, hooded head veil (similar to a hooded cathedral or regal veil that doesn't need to be tied around the neck) with gold or silver embroidered patterns around the hem to be worn on the head of a queen, but specifically does not cover the face. It is opaque instead of sheer like a Hylian wedding veil would be. The longest that it can be is hip-length. It can also be worn by civilian Gerudo, but only on their wedding days. The queen is expected to wear it as formal attire. Typically paired with a Kafchïta or Shàree. It's supposed to rest on top of the Tàj & has little loops that allow it to hook to the Tàj. - If you've ever seen a picture of a Moroccan Dubai Kaftan, you'll notice that some of them wear what looks like a colorful cloth that sits perfectly on the head & trails down their back like a cathedral or regal veil with gold, patterned borders. That's what this is.

- Màlàki Kopfab = A royal wedding head veil. It is much like the ordinary Kopfab, except it's much longer & trails along behind the wearer like a wedding train. Only worn by queens & brides intended to marry kings.

Shàree = A beautiful Gerudàn dress made of fine silk. Typically features vibrant colors, at least 3, & interesting patterns in gold or silver. Typically comes with a wide, gold or silver Àrïqna, or fabric belt, that cinches the waist closely & covers most of the belly. Considered very formal. Can be either one piece or two piece. Two piece is generally preferred by most Gerudo. However, one piece is considered most formal & generally what is worn by royal brides. - Inspired by Hindu dresses called sari or saree.

- Màtu'kàtvéda Shàree = A Wedding Shàree. Such dresses tend to be the most finely made. Brides who are either queens or are marrying kings will typically wear Kopfab as well.

Àri = Circle, ring, or band.

- Àrïxàna = Waistband or belt.

- Àrïq- = Word part indicating a type of waistband or belt.

Àrïqna = A fabric girdle. A sort of wide, fabric sash-like belt, often with gold or silver embroidery. Used to cinch Shàree, Konchàq, & other such clothing.

- Bīvt = Chain. From the root words Bin meaning metal & Kàvt meaning bind.

- Àrïqbīvt = A girdle of chained together pieces of metal. Basically a chain belt. The pieces are often discs of metal with designs & gemstones on them. Considered a type of jewelry.

Konchàq = A short, one-shouldered toga of sorts. It's a single piece of fabric that is draped over the shoulder before wrapping around the waist. Though, it's sometimes simply hung over the shoulder & held in place by a belt, which gives a look of more effortless elegance. Traditionally worn over a Sirwàl by Voen. (Despite this, Vah Kàvtrïna is often depicted wearing on in battle under a demi-curiass of gold.) Uses an Àrïqna or Àrïqbīvt to cinch it closed. - Inspired by Katara Vala's outfit from the new Mortal Kombat game. Or a Greek exomis.

Dosāya = Is much like the Konchàq, but longer & doesn't wrap around the waist. There are 2 types: casual & religious. Typically worn over a pair of Sirwàl & a Juddàb. - Resembles a Tibetan Zauba or Zhuba IRL.

- Diansāya = A type of Dosāya worn only by priests & monks.

Bùlï'hàsil = A bolero shrug. A type of tight-fitting, frontless croptop that puts the chest on full display. Can be only a pair of long sleeves connected by a short back or just a really short croptop that leaves the chest exposed. - Part of a Vo'màzr'jï uniform.

Myazàr = Sort of a loincloth for Voen. It's made up of a long strip of cloth meant to be wrapped around the hips, then go down through the legs to cover the groin, then up to be tucked under the part around the waist, before hanging down the front & back. Not normally worn on its own & is usually worn over Sirwàl with an Àrïqna or Àrïqbīvt over top. - Most resembles a dhoti, which is a Hindu loincloth. Ghandi was known to have worn one to identify with the poorest of Indians.

Shendyazàr = While technically a loincloth like the Myazàr, Shendyazàren function more like kilts. And, while it resembles a Sharùnga (sarong) & can be worn by women, Shendyazàr are designed specifically for Voen. Typically worn over a pair of Sirwàl with an Àrïqna or Àrïqbīvt over it.

- Vo'màzr Shendyazàr = A short, double-slitted loincloth for Vo'màzr, specifically. Normally worn with an Àrïqna or Àrïqbīvt over top. Great at showing off legs. - Part of a Vo'màzr'jï uniform.

Thōbora = While it resembles what those in Hyrule would call a dress, it is actually a sort of robe. There are actually 2 varieties: Voe & Vai. When worn by Voen, it is typically worn over a top & a pair of Sirwàl. The Vai one more resembles an actual dress & comes with an Àrïqna build in to cinch it close to the body. Is considered more casual than a Shàree. Tends to have an imperial collar. - Inspired by thoubs, dishdasha, & kadora, which are worn by men in the Middle East.

- Yàrï'thōbora = A robe worn by babies. What they mainly wear to sleep in the Gerudo region.

Fràxa = A dress that is very open, loose, & flowing. The sleeves are connected to the rest of the dress, thus making it look like a curtain when the wearer's arms are outstretched. Has an embroidered design around the neckline & down the front. Typically used as a sort of maternity dress. - Called a farasha IRL.

Shiwàni = A finely made formal top. Usually sleek, thin, & tailor-fitted with an imperial collar & gold-threaded embroidery lining the cuffs, the collar, & the split where it's buttoned. Is typically buttoned up the middle or asymmetrically. Sort of a tunic as it generally reaches the knees. Commonly worn on a Voe's wedding day along with a Bàndaràshï & Dúpál. Kings will typically also wear their Túijïl with their hair threaded with gold & their eyes lined with liner much like the Egyptians of old. - Inspired by IRL sherwani.

- Bànrāla = A finely made formal top. Usually sleek, thin, & tailor-fitted with an imperial collar. Something of a shorter Shiwàni. Almost always made with silk. Paisley patterned is very popular. - A Bangdhala shirt.

- Dhúpra = A finely-made, long jacket to be worn over a Shiwàni or Bànrāla. Often made of high-quality silk. - The jacket that goes with a Dhoti Kurta or Kurta Pyjama set for men, but longer.

- Dúpàl = A pair of finely-made formal sirwál. Much more fitted than casual or training sirwál. Often made of high-quality silk.

Shinye = A sort of thin, Gerudàn outerwear. - Ganondorf wears one in Wind Waker. Inspired by Chinese Hanfu outerwear.

Juddàb = A type of men's shirt with an imperial collar. Tends to be colorful, but with very little patterning beyond lining as it's typically worn under something else, though it can still be worn with just a pair of Sirwàl. Usually comes in long-sleeved, but can also be sleeveless.

Qàmpàto = The female equivalent to the Juddàb. Is usually more fitted than a Juddàb, but tends to likewise have an imperial collar. The more fashionable Gerudo tend to wear Ànshibak Qàmpàto. Can be either long-sleeved or sleeveless, there is no in-between.

- Ànshibak Qàmpàto = A Qàmpàto with what is essentially a boob window. Despite this, in Gerudo culture it is actually considered very modest while still managing to be flirty & sexy, strangely enough.

Aelaahàsil = A Gerudàn croptop. The top we typically see the Gerudo wearing.

Bàndaràshï = A strip of fabric that acts like a sash & is typically draped over one shoulder & circles around the opposite hip, often with gold or silver embroidery. Typically a different color to the rest of the outfit to give color variation. Non-wedding Bàndaràshï leave both arms free, unlike wedding Bàndaràshï.

- Màtu'kàtvéda Bàndaràshï = A wedding Bàndaràshï, which are usually very long & hang over an arm to trail down to the floor, while non-wedding Bàndaràshï leave both arms free & unencumbered. If worn by a bride who is either a queen or is marrying a king, the Bàndaràshï & Hunfàm must both match with the Shàree & Kopfab being a different, yet complementary color. - Inspired by Hindu fashion.

*Sirwàl = Gerudo pants. Can be worn by either Vaien or Voen.

Burnùs = A white, brown, or beige hooded cloak with a split in the front. Used to guard against the sun. Gerudo usually only wear this at noon when the desert is hottest or during sandstorms, but it's perfect for visitors who tend to have more delicate skin. Usually sold at the Gerudo Canyon Stable to help travelers expecting to venture into the desert. Typically paired with a Shemàgh.

Shemàgh = A beige scarf usually worn during sand storms. Typically sold at the Gerudo Canyon Stable to help travelers expecting to venture into the desert. Typically paired with a Burnùs. The more high quality ones have a mesh sewn in to protect the eyes while low quality ones then to need goggles instead. Most have lovely patterns, but very little color beyond the beige as it is meant to blend in with the sand. - I found somebody's wonderful art that I think these would look like. Problem. The artist is a total & complete dickface, who likely wouldn't like me using their design, so I'll need to make one of my own.

Mïetaf = Coat.

Hunfàm = A face veil. Only covers the nose & mouth. While it is for casual wear, it is also often worn by Gerudo guards. - Resembles a hanfu veil often worn by the stereotypical belly dancers IRL.

- Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm = A Wedding Hunfàm. It plays a specific purpose. In Gerudo culture, brides wear them for an entire week before the wedding so as to avoid bad luck as the bride must be kept clean of jealous intent from other Vaien or the lustful gazes of Voen. If anyone sees her before then, it is said to bring about disaster for the marriage. It is then worn to the wedding, where, upon finishing the ceremony & sacred rites, the groom removes the Hunfàm to be the first to look upon the face of his new wife before sealing the contract with a kiss. Unlike regular Hunfàm, a Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm is held in place by a pair of hooks that wrap around the ears, which makes it easier for the groom to remove. - There are many stories of jealous Vaien removing the bride-to-be's veil before the wedding to intentionally bring disaster upon the marriage in the hopes that they will either cancel the wedding or eventually divorce so that she can have the groom instead. However, those same stories often have a sort of karmic compense placed upon the perpetrator by Vah Kàvtrïna, such as becoming infertile or becoming ugly or some such. Often used a cautionary tale to warn against jealous acts of unkindness.

Sharùngà = Sarong.

Gàzmen = Shoes. Just footwear in-general. No specific type.

- Shibpen = Slippers. The cute little flats that are part of both the Gerudo Vai set & the Desert Voe set.

-- Streshtoen or Streshibpen = Gerudo-style heeled shoes with wing-like protrusions. - Many of the gerudo can be seen wearing them.

- Mōjràn = A pair of leather, slip-on formal shoes for voen, typically with gold-tipped toes. - Mojari, Indian formal shoes.

- Shàndàlen = Sandals.

-- Nihko = The section of a sandal where a toe thong is attached.

- Gàlkhutwàïr Adhien = Sandstrider Boots. Boots made from Sand Seal leather with soles made of Molduga hide. Made specifically to keep the wearer's feet from sinking into the sand, thus allowing them to walk or run on sand at a normal speed. Higher quality ones also implement weight distribution into the design, making them more effective. Isn't usually sold at the Gerudo Canyon Stable as the Molduga hide used to make them tends to make them harder to produce. Not only does that make them more expensive, but Gerudo also tend to get first pick. - Just the Sand Boots.

- Fïwakhōlwàïr Adhien = Snowdrifter Boots. Much like the Sandstrider Boots, these are designed specifically to allow the wearer to move freely on top of snow. Made of Bighorn Sheep skin with the insides lined with fleece, as well as the hide of any Highlands dwelling animal. The soles have crampons on them that help to keep the wearer from sinking into the snow. Often worn by Gerudo in the Highlands. - Just the Snow Boots.

-- Bin'septú = Crampons. Literally means, "metal teeth." The little metal teeth on the bottom of Snowdrifter Boots. Generally made of Dawasaaq iron from the Highlands.

Júzh = The act of making slight improvements, accents, or embellishments to a wardrobe or look. - Inspired by the word 'zhuzh' & is pronounced the same way.

Jewelry:

Vesgi = Jewel.

*Vesgiht = Jewelry.

Vesgihtīri = Jeweler. Jewelry-maker.

Zen'kàthīri = Lapidary. Literally, "gem-cutter."

Bīvt = Chain. From the root words Bin meaning metal & Kàvt meaning bind.

- Àrïqbīvt = A girdle of chained together pieces of metal. Basically a chain belt. The pieces are often discs of metal with designs & gemstones on them. Considered a type of jewelry

Àri'gehtz = Ring. Literally, "finger band."

Àri'tzèda = Bracelet. Literally, "wrist band."

- Àri'ràzipàt = Cuff or wristband.

- Àri'àbdhàt = A bicep band.

- Àri'kàhpàt or Kàhikha = An anklet.

Àri'rehxï = Necklace.

Ehrudh’gihten = Earrings.

- Ahft'giht = Nose ring.

- Xïh'giht = Tongue piercing.

- Hàlthàd'gihten = Nipple rings.

- Fàbàte'ghit = Navel piercing.

- Sopdō'giht = Penis piercing.

Àb'sitaklàten = Arm Drapes. An arm drape consists of a metal bicep cuff & a metal wrist cuff attached to each other via a long, sheer fabric. Considered very elegant & is often worn by dancers.

- Àbvï'Sitaklàt = A type of shoulder necklace with drapes that fall around the arms reserved for the concubinus of high-ranking Vaien, such as the Vo'màzren of the captain of the guard, the 3 Vaen, or even the queen or chief. Literally, "shoulder drapes."

Ebè'túijïl = A type of royal hair ornament. Otherwise known as a hair crown. Only to be worn by royalty in more casual situations. - What TotK Ganon wears.

Àb'bīvten = Sleeve weights or arm chains. Often worn by high-ranked Gerudo.

Àbvï'bīvt = Shoulder chain. Sort of a big, fancy necklace that drapes over the shoulders. Often worn by high-ranked Gerudo. - Ganon wears one in TotK. His also has bicep bands attached.

Tzèxad'bīvt = Hand chain. Often worn by high-ranked Gerudo. - Ganondorf wears 2 in TotK.

Īsbi'kàhikha = A sort of golden chain anklet. Also called barefoot sandals or foot chains or toe anklets. Often worn by high-ranked Gerudo. - What TotK Ganon wears.

- Hàfï'dehtzdim Shàndalen = Barefoot sandals.

- Dehtzdim'bīvten = Foot chains.

- Īsbi'kàhikhan = Toe anklets.

Túijïl = The unique, golden halo crown worn only by Gerudo Kings. A mix of a halo crown & a complicated hairpiece, always featuring a large jewel at the center of the forehead, specifically a Sunstone or Topaz. Does not feature a band horizontally around the head the way most crowns do, rather using chains to create a cage over the top of the head with a band at the center of the top of the head with spikes pointing outward resembling the rays of the sun before going down & converging at the back of the head. It can also have other gemstones such as Rubies, but the centerpiece is almost always a Sunstone. - The golden crown worn by both TP Ganon & HW Ganon.

- Wàru Túijïl = A golden battle crown. Much less complicated than the formal headpiece of the Gerudo King. In the past, it was typically just a circlet featuring a large gem at the center of the forehead. No longer in use as new runic magic techniques have allowed for the creation of a new type of headpiece.

- Nīkôz Khepnïsut = Victory Brow Ornament. Simply a plate of metal, often shaped like a sun, the moon, or a star with the rays forming the vague shape of an upside-down triangle, & a large jewel at the center that is held in place by runemantic magic carved into the back. It has recently replaced the Wàru Túijïl as it is less complicated & doesn't need nearly as much time to affix. Unlike the Wàru Tùijïl, the Nīkôz Khepnïsut can also be worn by queens, princes, & princesses as well. Is typically made of gold, silver, platinum, copper, or bronze depending on if the one wearing it is a king, queen, prince, or princess. Likewise, the type of royalty determines whether the ornament is shaped like a sun, moon, or star & the type of gem that if featured in the center. Kings & queens tend to get larger gems while princes & princesses tend to get smaller ones.

Vàtta'jï Tàj (Pronounced: vah-tuh-zhee tah-y) = A silver tiara or circlet often featuring Voltfruit blossom designs & other desert iconography. Always has a large gemstone as the center, specifically a Moonstone. Only worn by queens & princesses. Has a similar halo-type part to that of the Túijïl. And even though this tiara too bears the oar-like protrusions that extend down & to the sides, it is still distinctly different from the complicated headpiece that a chief wears. The reason being that while the chief's requires that the oar-like pieces be woven into the hair; these similar parts of the queen's do not require such as they are directly attached to the center-front of the circlet itself. Thus making this tiara much less complicated. The tiara itself has 2 parts to it: the circlet & the halo. The circlet part of it is meant to go under & hooks to the Kopfad, while the halo goes over the Kopfab & hooks to the circlet. While princesses often wear the circlet part of this tiara, the halo is strictly reserved for the queen.

- Vaizaem'jï Tàj = A complicated, golden headpiece worn by the non-royal female leaders of the Gerudo, a.k.a. chieftains. It is traditionally worn by first fitting the circlet's band onto the head & pulling the hair up under it until it falls over the band naturally, then you wrap the bangs up, over, & around the other pieces. It has long pieces of metal going to each side, resembling the oars of a paddle boat & behind those, a large, ovular piece that rises up above the head. The circlet typically only has a small gem at the forehead & possibly one hanging between the brows.

Vàllah'jï Tàj = A beautiful tiara with a halo. Tends to be larger & more ornate than the ones worn by queens with more gems.

Wealth:

Vesgi = Jewel.

Zen = Gemstone. Used as a suffix when indicating a specific gem based on an associated element.

Hànchāl = Amber.

Ūpàlwa = Opal.

Mawagïté = Pearl. Heavily associated with the ocean. Grants high-level water damage.

Fïyaqút = Sapphire.

Famet = Ruby.

Urbōsáz = Topaz.

Vùnaràgdi = Emerald.

Gàl'zen (Pronounced: gal-uh-zen) = Sandstone; literally "sand gem." Allows for control of sand. Effective against electric enemies. Still used frequently.

Letmàsi = Diamond.

Sōl'zen = Sunstone. Heavily associated with the sun. Grants high-level light magic. - What the Gerudo call Sunstones are actually Fire Opals IRL.

Qàrjàza = Onyx.

Amàhmàtu = Moonstone; literally "loved by the moon." Has alignment to both light & shadow, thus twilight. Glows in the dark. Is heavily associated with the moon & is often used in depictions of or offerings to the Gerudo moon goddess, Amàhrta.

Heshïchamen = Amethyst.

Hemàrget = Garnet. Named after a Highland Gerudo Voe who first discovered them in the not far from his home. This discovery eventually led to him becoming an enthusiastic gemologist. Later, the location of his discovery was renamed “Hemaar’s Descent” to honor the event that started him on his gemological journey. When this gemstone is properly infused, it can grant the wearer Poison Immunity, Dark Sight, or even, at high enough levels, Gloom Resistance or Gloom Immunity.

- Sāka’hemàrget = Red Garnet. Known for having a connection to Divine Masculine energy.

Mútanèqiq = Carnelian. Thought to activate creativity, sensuality, confidence, & is used to light flames of passion & lust within the wearer. One of the gems most associated with the sex industry & is often worn by sex slaves. A practitioner of Zennō could draw out the Erogenous affect inside this gem.

Bin = Metal.

Nebdha, Svàrdha, Neb, Svàr, or Dhâ = Gold. Heavily associated with the sun.

- Nebdhám, Svàrdhám, Nebám, Svàrám, or Dhám = Golden.

Bīaldhúl = Gilt, gilded.

-- Bēsvàrï = A Gold & Titanium alloy. It's lighter, stronger, corrosion resistant, sharper, but above all else, ridiculously difficult to forge with. Though, how to make it has been lost, this used to be what the Gerudo used primarily.

Hedjid (Pronounced: heh-zh-id) = Silver. Heavily associated with the moon.

Nuhàsna = Copper.

Qàsdir = Tin.

Burunzï = Bronze.

Estàr'bin = Iron. Literally, "star metal." Archaic.

- Estàrna = Iron. Modern.

-- Estàrna Gehkū = Iron Knuckle.

Oten'bin = Steel. Literally, "heaven metal." Archaic.

- Fulna = Steel. Modern.

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

Bensi or Benzen = Treasure or bounty.

Kinza = Treasure or fortune.

Sàv'si (Pronounced: sav-uh-sih) = Gift or blessing.

- Sûl'si (Pronounced: sool-uh-sih) = Curse or punishment.

-- Nàshàlay'è Sûl'si = The Curse of Castration. The name of the female-only curse.

Watï Sàv'si (Pronounced: wah-tee sav-uh-sih) = Rainbow; literally "rain's blessing."

Haza = Fortune or luck. Can be used to refer to one's inheritance.

- Sàv'haza = Good luck; fortune.

- Nàv'haza = 1. Guiding luck. A twist of fate that appears to be unfortunate, but ultimately, gets you where you need to be. 2. Bad luck; misfortune. The annoying & somewhat tedious sort, but is ultimately still bearable. - The meaning changes depending on the context.

- Sûl'haza = Bad luck; misfortune. The kind that's legitimately dangerous & possibly even fatal. If not for the individual, then for those around them.

- Haza'è Vùnen = Winds of fortune.

- Vùntï = Blow. As in wind or breath.

- *Àyk = Across.

-- Taq al'haza'è vùnen etïma vùntï àyk zahdraso. = "May the winds of fortune always blow across your back." - An old well wish.

Qasrehs = Castle or palace.

Hiahxàl = Prize, favorite, favor.

- Hiahxàl'úl = Something that is prized or favored.

- Shôhxàl = Divine favor or holy boon.

Màlàki = Royal or royalty.

Sulmàla = Sovereign or Sovereignty.

Cosmetics, Bath, & Beauty:

*Zehkïda = Make-up; cosmetics.

Wadjōtz or Wadjō = Bath or wash.

- Wadjōtsù = To bathe or wash.

*Kohl = Blue; can also refer to eyeshadow.

Euyï'sàrna = Eyeliner.

Maehxa = Mascara.

Shàf'àxnu = Lipstick or rouge.

Bajosudrï = Body butter. 

Xōkàrita = Sugar scrub.

- Pàtrarita = Stevia scrub. The Highlands alternative.

Myrrhet = Oil. The general term for vegetable oils.

- Ebè'myrrhet = Hair oil. Used to wash one's hair.

- Sinjà'myrrhet = An aromatic oil. Perfume.

*Dobehl = Lotion.

Music:

Mùsï = Music.

'Āda = Instrument, but not necessarily a musical one. Defined as something made for a purpose. A tool of sorts.

- Mùsï'āda = Musical instrument.

Tàrgï = A Gerudo aerophone. While stereotypically associated with charming snakes & even young Molduga, it actually produces a pleasant sound & is often played for musical enjoyment. - This instrument is seen in the 6th Tear Memory of TotK & this is just me giving it a name. Seems to be inspired by both a Pungi & a Tarpa.

Bīntï = A Gerudo-style of arched harp that rests against the shoulder when played.

- Vithár = A small harp or lyre. Associated with music, inspiration, & creativity. Symbolizes life's beauty.

Ōdah = A Gerudo-style lute. Resembles your typical lute, but with a large base & a short neck.

Sitàr = A Gerudo-style guitar. Has a unique sound, being rich & harmonic in a loud & buzzy sort of way. - Just a sitar.

Jïnga = Bell.

- Jingstrù = To ring something, specifically a bell.

Poetry:

Kavyidàt or Kavyida or Kavyi = Poem.

- Kav‘shēra = Poetry.

- Kavih’shaer (Pronounced: kuhv-ih-sh-hayr; remember to put a decent amount of breath behind the ‘h’ in the ‘hay’ part) = Poet.

- Màt’kavyi (other variations of “poem” from above also apply) = Love Poem.

Zàjrila = Lit. “melodious shout.” Colloquially referred to as al’Vyàktsàm'jï Shārdah or “the commoners verse.” A form of strophic poetry that is meant to follow whatever comes to the speaker's mind. Meaning that it is sung spontaneously & done so in a series of Zàjrilae. Each one acts as a strophe within the overall poem & the rhyme pattern of the poem changes with each strophe. While a Zàjrila's theme can range from life, love, nostalgia, death, & everyday events. Often sung at social events or in everyday life. They can also be sung individually or collectively, & can even be performed between individual poets as part of a poetry joust of sorts. - Inspired by Lebanese Zajal poetry.

- Zīshārdah Zàjrila = Literally, “one-verse Zàjrila.” A form of group Zàjrila where the singers will take turns singing a strophe or verse. The order is often either clockwise, counter clockwise, or following a que. Think of it like the One Word Story game if it were sung & instead of one word, each singer gets one strophe or verse. Often, the overall Zàjrila will either follow a specific overall theme or message or will try to improv a seamless plot transition (however, if they fail or a particular singer is especially mischievous, it can result in some very interesting plot twists, which the next singer will either have to smooth out or give up & make it even more crazy; it isn't unusual for that next singer to give the one before a lightheartedly betrayed expression). It's sort of an exercise in creativity, improvisation, community, & turn-taking. If this is done amongst a large enough number of individuals, then there will often be an inner circle of singers, while everyone else sings the background melody or plays instruments. - It's sort of like those storytelling reblog games you find on Tumblr, where it can either create a really amazing story built on spontaneous individual pieces or a freaking batshit crazy tale of absolute nonsense, but sung poetry. And when it does get crazy, it's often denoted by those not leading, reacting as such, whether through groans, giggling, basically going “jackal” (to mean traitor) in mock-betrayal, or what-have-you. Also, remember that Zàjrila are sung poems that, by design, are spontaneous & improvised. So, that also is true here.

Mùsï’tuàt = A strophe. Lit. “musical track.” In poetry terms, a strophe is a “structural division of a poem containing stanzas of varying line-length, especially an ode or free verse poem.

Màqtshār = Stanza. A series of lines, typically 4 or more, arranged to form a repeating pattern. Is used to create poem division. They tend to have a unifying length, rhyming scheme, or meter. Sort of like a poetic paragraph.

Shārdah = Verse.

Art:

*Kriuh = Art.

Awn = Color.

Sāka = Red, crimson.

Burtuqàlï = Orange; the color.

Asfàr = Yellow.

Bayrāsma = Chartreuse.

Akhdar = Green.

Nāmirmya = Mint; the color.

*Kohl = Blue; can also refer to eyeshadow.

Kubàlt = Cobalt.

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

Niliyu = Indigo; the color.

Arjuanï = Purple.

Banafsàjï = Violet; the color.

Khuzamaa = Lavender; the color.

Qàranful = Pink.

Qàrjuanï = Magenta.

Fôshya = Fuschia; the color.

Burjundī = Burgundy.

*Kemm = Black.

*Qàr = Black or dark; darkness.

Ramadï = Grey.

*Sefeed = White.

Writing:

Kàlikra = Alphabet.

Kàli = Word.

*Vihd = Word (spoken).

*Vihdras = Word (written).

Wàrt = Writing.

- Devï'wàrt = Sacred scrolls or writing, much like what is found in the Book of Mudora.

*Nehlïx = Author.

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

Directions or Locations:

Ékktanu = North.

Vānshim = South.

Shàrdinû = East.

Nàrrbuchim = West.

*Àyk = Across.

Hōrï = Deep.

Grūt = There.

Jīno = Here.

Févūju or *Naevūju = Inside.

Tavūju = Outside.

Hàwal = Around.

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

Nēchi = Down.

Calendar:

Ōbrusāq = (Season) Spring.

Bruxāf = Summer.

Unikhàr = (Season) Fall.

Fïkhan = Winter.

Vàlumàh = Another word for moon, but specifically used in reference to months. As in full revelations of the moon.

*Agàzni = Festival.

- Khrijāsúla Agàzni = A vivifatility festival.

Vōttàr'jï Aaq = King's Day. Comes but once a century. The day when the Centennial King is born. Always on what is the 21st of a month, but the month itself changes depending on the year. None are aware of this anymore, but the calender day when the female-only curse fell upon the Gerudo is the same as the birthday of the first Gerudo king proceeding it. - Ganon's canonical birthday is on the 21st of February.

Mu'abh = Cull.

- Mu'abhéda'è Aaq = Day of Culling. Once called Vōttàr'jï Aaq, what was once a day of celebration is now a day of anxiety & fear where the Gerudo Chief is expected to check up on each Vaien personally & if any of them has given birth to a Voe, she must cull them. It is considered one of the Gerudo's deepest secrets that they try to keep from the knowledge of other cultures. It is forbidden to speak of it to outsiders. Most Gerudo don't even know of it, the knowledge eventually becoming a closely-guarded secret known only to the highest of high ranking Gerudo &, occasionally, their husbands despite them not technically being permitted to know.

Mafzīnaia or Mahzīnīa = Century.

- Mafzīnànkha = Centennial. Something that only happens every 100 years. An anniversary of sorts.

-- Mafzīnànkha Voe'attàr = Centennial King. Only born every 100 years.

Zīàlfia = 1,000 years; a millennia.

- Zīàlfankha = Millennial. Something that only happens every 1,000 years. An anniversary of sorts.

Mafzī'àlfia = 10,000 years; a myriennia.

- Mafzī'àlfankha = Myriennial. Something that only happens every 10,000 years. An anniversary of sorts.

-- Mafzī'àlfankha Sûlfetànïr = Myriennial Tyrant. Every 100th Centennial King becomes a tyrant.

-- Vōton al’Khinzïr’è = The Sons of the Boar. Another name for the Myriennial Tyrants. A fairly recently coined term as it was only a handful of centuries ago that the discovery was made correlating the birth of such tyrants with the appearance of the Khinzīr constellation in the night’s sky.

Zāz’bôhnīa = A period of 4,320,000,000 or 4.32 billion years. The Gerudo believe that the world was created 3 zāz’bôhnīan ago. - Based on the concept of a kalpa in Hindu cosmology.

Magic:

Mája = Magic. As in the power.

*Akmája(nī) = A spell.

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

Mánō = Magical art.

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

Sànō = Light or white magic.

- Lawàrnō = A specific branch of white magic geared towards the protection of others & the turning away/banishment of evil influences. Apotropaic magic.

- Sehànō = Healing magic. A specific branch of white magic geared towards healing.

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

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

Gánō or Sûlnō = Black or evil magic. Often incorrectly associated with shadow or dark magic due to many sources of black magic having a close connection to the darkness or otherwise using it to their advantage.

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

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

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

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

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

Isûlfet�� = To do or commit evil.

- Sûlfetànïr = Tyrant or dictator.

Spirituality:

Jànnú (Pronounced: jhah-noo) = Paradise.

Amïn = Safe. Translates to reliable, secure, faithful, loyal, straightforward, & honest. Also an old voe name.

- Jâkàhn or Magàhn = Place.

- Amïnq'to, Amïnjâkàn, Shurakthamïn = Sanctuary. Literally "safe place."

- Sharàmïn or Shamïn = Haven.

- Shàrjuràn, Shàrju, or Juràn = Harbor. As in a safe harbor.

Devï'aba = Temple.

- Devïdán = Shrine.

- al'Nàreq'lawàren'è Devïdán = Shrine of the Unsung Hero. Is treated with similar reverence to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier IRL. A very important part of Highland Gerudo culture.

- al'Nàreq'è Devïdán = Shrine of the Unsung. Shorter term for the Shrine of the Unsung Hero.

Gela, Gera, or Gerua = Speculated to be the name of the Goddess of the Sand & the name most readily accepted by the Gerudo. Vah Gela being her proper title.

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

Suudï = Dance.

- Dïna = To dance with fiery passion.

- Sàl'suudï = Performative dance.

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

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

- Geladïna = The true name of the Goddess of the Sand, but this has been lost to time & is currently only speculated by perhaps a handful of scholars today. Not even really a full handful.

Fōrzúré = Farore. What the Gerudo call the Hylian goddess of courage. Vah Fōrzúré being her proper title.

Nāwarū = Nayru. What the Gerudo call the Hylian goddess of wisdom. Vah Nāwarū being her proper title.

- Tïto = Time.

Dinfa = What the Gerudo call the Hylian goddess of power. Vah Dinfa being her proper title. - In truth, Gela & Din are the same entity, but different aspects of her overall self are worshiped by different cultures. Her true name being Geladïna.

Amàhrta = The Gerudo Goddess of the Moon, Mirrors, Dreams, Illusions, & Prophecy.

- Amàrta'jï Xetmam = Amàhrta’s Domain. A.k.a. the world of dreams.

Yaetaana'è Aktī Orr'jï = Realm of Night's Embrace. A.k.a. the world of dreams.

Rijāsuba = Virility, potency, masculinity.

- Khisbúla = Fertility, fecundity, richness, productivity, prodigality. Specifically in regards to humans or animals.

- Khrijāsúla = Vivifatility, virility & fertility, richness, productivity, prodigality, fruitfulness, bountifulness. Specifically, in regards to people or animals.

Nejïba = Duty.

- Nejiba'kāvt = Duty-bound.

Màswuvàr = Responsibility.

Kaerï = Pure.

Mumùttàm (Pronunciation: Muh-moo-tahm) = Perfect.

Mumùsïfa = Perfect storm. 1) A particularly violent storm arising from a rare combination of adverse factors. 2) A particularly bad or critical state of affairs, arising from a number of negative & unpredictable factors.

- Vashorqubé = Destruction.

- al'Vashorqubé'è Mamùsïfa = The Perfect Storm of Destruction. One of Voh Gàlondo's many titles.

Qrāsra = Cruel.

- Qrāsràta = Cruelty.

Dayrah = Mercy.

- Dayraīs = Merciful.

*Xïdad = Strength or strong. Might. Power.

- Xïdadīs = Powerful.

Qoteqiz = Chosen.

Sàv'vï (Pronounced: sah-vee) = Got it. Literally "good knowledge." Based on the word "savvy" & is used in a similar way.

- Nàv'vï (Pronounced: nah-vee) = Literally "bad/annoying knowledge."

- Nav'vï = Literally "guiding knowledge." Nàv'vï & Nav'vï are often confused.

- Seba'vï = Learning or discipline. Literally, "skilled knowledge."

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

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

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

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

Utsàv = Ceremony. Lit. “good ritual.”

- Utsàvīfi = Ceremonial.

Shïchàsa = A spirit or soul. One's core or essence as a person. - More of a general term. Typically used as an umbrella word to mean both or either/or.

- Shïchï = Soul. The very core of a person's being.

- Shïchana = Spirit. The… essence of what something or someone stands for.

-- Shïcha'vàla = Spirit-daughter. Daughter of one's spirit. When a non-Gerudo girl is platonically loved dearly by an adult Gerudo Vai, who wishes to forge a maternal connection to her without replacing her mother. Or a Gerudo Vaivï platonically loves an adult non-Gerudo woman. Something like a god-daughter, though in this situation the bond is one chosen by the individuals rather than having been appointed by the younger's parents. A spirit-daughter is considered as much of a Gerudo as one by blood.

-- Shïcha'vàma = Spirit-mother. Mother of one's spirit. When a non-Gerudo girl platonically loves dearly an adult Gerudo Vai, who she has forge a familial connection to. Or a Gerudo Vaivï platonically loves an adult non-Gerudo woman. Something like a god-mother, though in this situation the bond is one chosen by the individuals rather than having been appointed by the younger's parents. A spirit-mother is considered as much of a Gerudo as one by blood.

Vàllah (with a hard 'H' sound at the end) or Deva = Goddess.

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

Vōllah (with a hard 'H' sound at the end) or Devo = God.

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

Vah'ma = Mother Goddess.

- Wahē Vah'ma = Oasis Mother; another title for Vah Kàvtrïna due to her close association with oases. It is believed that the stone that modern day Gerudo Town sits around was blessed by her as it is an eternally-flowing water source.

Vehlï = Either god or goddess. Used when said divine entity's sex is unknown. - Could, theoretically, be used gender neutrally, but there are no gender neutral deities in Gerudo culture. So, it's moot.

- Vehlïen = Pertaining to both gods & goddesses. Strictly plural & not for gender neutral use.

Dohnàkht = Primordial colossuses said to have forged the world 3 zāz’bīhāhnīan ago. (Kalpa being a period of 4,320,000,000 years.) - Gerudàn equivalent to the Titans of Greek myth.

Devï = Used in reference to something holy, divine, or heavenly that isn't a god or goddess. Specifically not a being or entity. While typically not alive in the strictest of sense, can eventually gain a form of sentience much like how the Japanese believe regarding Tsukumogami, but then, most things in this world can gain this degree of sentience given enough time & care. It's simply that it tends to happen more frequently & at a quicker rate with things considered Devï. Eg. Devï'fōrzabzï, meaning the Holy Garden.

- Devï'nàl = Literally translates to "holy or sacred ritual." However, it can also mean ceremony.

- Màt'kàvtéda Devï'nàl = A wedding. Literally, "love-binding ceremony."

- Devï'wàrt= Sacred scrolls or writing, much like what is found in the Book of Mudora.

Vah'làra = Heroic goddess or warrior goddess.

Voh'lawàr = Heroic god or warrior god.

Vah'shônī = Demi-goddess.

Voh'shônī = Demi-god.

Eshônī = Someone who serves a deity.

- Vai'eshônī = Priestess, literally "holy woman."

- Va'shôn or Vo'shôn = Basically, it's a title meaning saint. It's how they refer to Sages.

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

Vàllah Yahàr'va = What you say when a woman has died. Something of a short, if informal, prayer. Translates to "Goddess bless her soul & have mercy on her."

- Vàllah Yahàr'fu = What you say when a man has died. Something of a short, if informal, prayer. Translates to "Goddess bless his soul & have mercy on him."

Inshéda Vàllah = Literally translates to "Goddess Willing." Is used as a more cordial way to say "no."

Màt or Màtu = Love.

- Ghusàm = Heartbreak.

Nàk Vàllah'jï Shôhxàl = Sex Goddess's Divine Favor. A condition in which a Vai or Voe has been given a boon from one of the 2 Gerudo goddesses of vivifatility. In Vaien (women), it shows itself in the form of hyperfertility, superfetation, multifecundity (& with it hyperlactation), & heteropaternity, but without the health drawbacks of these condition; Vaien blessed as such are referred to as Shôsi'úl Vàman (blessed mothers). In Voen (men), it amounts to both macroorchidism & hyperspermia, but, again, without the possible drawbacks of either; Voen blessed as such are referred to as Shôsi'úl Vōdan (blessed fathers). In this instance, it refers to an unusually high sperm count, even compared to one without hyperspermia. Even before the Curse of Castration, very few Gerudo were given such a blessing. Mostly, only those who Vah Sāqmàla took a special interest in or who Vah Kàvtrïna saw as having pudicious merit. And generally only Vah Sāqmàla grants heteropaternity due to Vah Kàvtrïna's teachings focusing so much on themes of fidelity, modesty, chastity, pudicity, & just healthy relationships in-general. (If Vah Kàvtrïna ever does grant such a thing, it's mostly as a form of punishment for the Vai so that she'll be less able to hide her adulterous behavior.) Now-a-days, mostly only the Centennial King is blessed with the male version of it. Theologians used to theorize that it may be part of Vah Gela's boon, which would make sense considering Vah Gela is one of Vah Sāqmàla's daughters. If so, it is likely that this is a way to help alleviate some of the stress put on Vaien (women) due to the Curse of Castration.

Sīmurgh = A holy winged shewolf of Gerudo myth. So large they can pick up & carry a Molduga. Benevolent beings associated with healing, longevity, resurrection, & purity. Has the colorful wings & tail of a peacock, the body & head of a wolf or coyote, the front feet of a lion, & the back feet of a hawk. Periodically, the Sīmurgh must die. When it is time to do so, the Sīmurgh builds a nest of aromatic twigs, then rests in it before bursting into flames. After her body has turned to ash, she is reborn from them anew. This is done to purify her body of worldly corruption. She is thought to help mortals when she can. Her tail is said to be able to send people back to where they came from, that her tears heal, & that when she sings, no falsehood may pass the lips of those that hear her song. Is said to perch upon a mythical tree in the Vehlïen'è Wahē that she protects. Is associated with the sun. The queen is thought to have been good friends with Vah Kàvtrïna & is often associated with her as Sīmurghen are thought to be one of her sacred beasts. - Inspired by, but not exactly like, the sīmurgh of Iranian myth. Is also inspired by some myths surrounding phoenixes.

Devï'hàn'è Sāqsha = Tree of Life. A "child" of the Mother Tree of Life. Its fruit is said to cure all ills, thus being classified as a cure-all panacea. While spectacular, it is far less than the fruit of the Mother Tree.

- Devï'hànma'è Sāqsha = Mother Tree of Life. The tree from which all other Life Trees sprang. Unlike the lesser Life Trees, the fruit of the Mother Tree of Life is said to grant immortality to those who are worthy. Whether they be worthy due to having reached enlightenment or by overcoming some incredible trial. However, one does not immediately become immortal upon eating it. They will live out their normal, mortal lives first & when they die, their spirit will then be housed within an immortal body made of pure life force, thus being able to handle the weight of immortality, including a new brain as mortal minds cannot withstand such strain. It is said that this body will reflect their soul. - If an unworthy mortal, especially with great wickedness in their hearts, consumes one of its fruit, it is said that it will turn them into a monster or evil beast possessed by greed. This form lessens them & causes them to be little more than animals driven by instinct. People who do this tend to become smarter monsters such as Bokoblins & Lynels & can create simple tools & use them as weapons, perhaps even tents & clothes, but they are incapable of anything beyond that due to the curse put upon them for stealing something that they had no right to. This is why the Mother Life Tree is fiercely guarded & grows in the Oasis of the Gods in the Gerudo homeland as when it was less guarded, many came to steal the fruit. Many of the monsters that currently plague the world today are ancestors to those that stole & consumed the fruit of the Mother Tree of Life.

Vah'làra = Heroine or warrior goddess.

- Vahshô'làra = Heroine or warrior demi-goddess.

- Shïchib = (Spiritual) Heart. - One of the traits of the 7 Heroines.

- Seba = Skill. - One of the traits of the 7 Heroines.

- *Forfxïda = Fortitude or endurance. - One of the traits of the 7 Heroines.

- *Nerxè = Wisdom or knowledge. - One of the traits of the 7 Heroines.

- Kàsàmba = Flight. - One of the traits of the 7 Heroines.

- Unàt = Mobility. - One of the traits of the 7 Heroines.

- *Fihpsmé = Compassion or gentleness. - One of the traits of the 7 Heroines.

The 7 Heroines were known for having unique powers or traits, though what they were is up for debate. Some legends state them as heart, skill, fortitude, wisdom, flight, mobility, & compassion. Others list them as being skill, spirit, endurance, knowledge, flight, motion, & gentleness.

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

- Gàl'gáron = The Gerudo Hells. Gerudo generally believe that if there truly is an afterlife where one is punished for their misdeeds, it is likely that the sand there is always hot to the point that it burns one's feet even through their shoes & cause one's calves to constantly ache & wail. It's said that nights freeze you to the core & that there are no stars in the sky, leaving one to wander aimlessly, lost & without hope. That when the wind blows, it howls & it's as sharp as knives & cuts you to the bone. It is a place of infinite struggle & hardship without end. Of isolation, eternal physical & spiritual starvation, & eventual insanity. Where you are haunted by mirage of your past. Of your flaws, mistakes, bad decisions, sins you've committed, ghosts of your past, the lives you've ended.

- Fa'gáron (Pronounced: fuh-garon) = Hellfire.

*Moxïxàke = Heathen.

- Gáro'kāvt = Heathen. Literally, "hellbound."

Sûl- = Evil or bad in a malicious way.

- Sûlasha or Sûlshās(a) = Monster. The sort that commits wicked acts.

- Sûltya or Sûlràksha = The closest English translation is “demon.” However, that is inaccurate. It more so refers to a powerful entity of negative karma & spiritual degradation. The closest real world approximation being the concept of Akuma.

- Sûlaràm = A taboo. A breach of law or morality; a transgression. An act of evil or wickedness. - Note that in Gerudo culture, there are different types of sûlaràm. There is cultural sûlaràm & there is religious sûlaràm, known as devï'sûlaràm. And each devï'sûlaràm is dependent upon the values of the deity in question.

Weapons:

Sīsilah = Weapon.

- Hàthistràm = Weaponry. As in an entire arsenal.

Ghītàdhaam = A panolpy. 1) A collection or display of weaponry. 2) A splendid display of something. 3) Ceremonial garments, complete with all accessories. 4) A complete set of armor. 5) Something that covers & protects. 6) A broad or full range or complete set. 7) To fit out in a suit of armor.

- Shàstrâsilah or Shàstrâgarah or Shàstrâshaala = Armory. A place where arms are kept, an arsenal.

- Aayudstràm or Shàstràm = Armament. A body of forces equipped for war. Or equipment for resistance. Or the process of building up military capacity.

Sayf or Sayvaar = Sword. Shim'tàrren & shim'shïren are both types of sayfen or sayvaaren.

Kshurfa = Blade.

- Dāsayvaar = Claymore. Golden Claymores (Nebdhàhi Dāsayvaaren) are not a traditional Gerudo style of sword, having been designed inspired by Hyrulean claymores. Specifically, Royal Claymores.

*Shim'tàrr (Pronounced: shim-uh-tarr) = From the words "shimmering" & "crescent." Heavily associated with Amàhrta, the Gerudo goddess of the moon.

- Màh'let Shim'tàrr = Moonlight Scimitar. Considered a holy weapon heavily associated with Amàhrta, the Gerudo goddess of the moon & mirrors. She is often depicted holding one in one hand & a Mirror Shield in the other. All other Moonlight Scimitars are merely inspired by hers.

- Shim'tàrr al'Zaf'è = Scimitar of the Seven.

Shōtàrr = A shotel. A one-handed sword in the shape of a crescent. Heavily associated with the crescent moon.

- Vankhāng = A khopesh. Lit. “crooked sword.” A one-handed weapon perfect for dual-wielding. Considered to be the daylight alternative to the Shōtàrr. Its spine/back is often crafted to resemble the corona of the sun, whether with simple “teeth” or full flame designs.

Gib'balubéïr'jï Kshuraf = Executioner's blade. This large, vicious-looking blade is very curved with a wide blade. - Inspired by the Ngombe Ngulu blade of Africa.

Hwībàkta = Something of a wave-like ceremonial cutlass. They often bare imagery depicting tales or things of significance upon the blade. - Inspired by the Hwi or Hui saber of Dahomey.

Dātàrrshik = A yard-long, straight double-edged claymore with a crescent-shaped tip. The blade itself is very thick & wide, which makes it built for strength & allows it to deal devistating damage. This is an ancient & lost weapon as it was almost exclusively used by male Gerudo due to the raw strength needed to use it properly. - The sword that OoT Ganondorf uses in Smash Ultimate. Inspired by the Konda sword if it were a two-handed weapon.

Shim'shïr (Pronounced: shim-uh-sheer) = While it's spelled similar to shamshir, it actually has more in common with a dao. Literally "shimmering wave." A large, 2-handed scimitar. The traditional Gerudo claymore as opposed to the Golden Claymore that has more in common structurally with Hylian make. It's design was lost during the time of the Lost Blood & was only recently rediscovered in the ancient ruin of the unearthed Temple of Spirit.

Sikyné or Sikyaar = Knife.

- Kōmmsikyaar = A type of curved dagger. - A Koummyar.

Tàrrkyné = Sickle. From the words for "crescent" & "knife." A weapon associated with Amàhrta, the Gerudo goddess of the moon & mirrors. Not necessarily a holy weapon, but associated with her nonetheless. Similar to the Shōtàrr, but smaller in a similar way to how a knife is much like a sword… but smaller.

Pitat = Bow. As in archery.

- Pitatïr = Archer.

- *Màlbrï = Quiver.

- Līsh'zahrda Pitachya = Horseback Archery. An old, forgotten Gerudàn sport that has long been lost along with the knowledge of how to breed & train Gerudàn horses.

*Atàyx = Axe.

*Dō = Spear. Not mine.

- Vankhdō = A khopesh spear. - Imagine if Sly Cooper's cane were bladed.

*Vlïngsa or Sâtokàm = Whip.

Ïkem = Shield.

- Hedjàshtè = Mirror. Literally, "plain of silver." Heavily associated with Amàhrta, the Gerudo goddess of the moon & mirrors.

- Hedjàsht'è Ïkem = Mirror Shield. Considered a holy relic associated with Amàhrta, the Gerudo goddess of the moon & mirrors. She is often depicted holding one in one hand with a Moonlight Scimitar in the other. All other Mirror Shields are inspired by hers.

- Aaquàrïr Ïkem = Dawnbreaker Shield. Literally, "daybreaker shield."

*Tzūhtza = Hilt.

*Tzhamd = Sheath. Also slang for vagina.

Nahmlu = The edge of a sword.

- Nahmlu'muz = The false edge of a sword. The inner-curved part of a scimitar, shamshir, or dao.

- Kitàbè = The smooth part of a scimitar, shamshir, or dao connecting the edge to the false-edge. Gerudo often etch patterns into this area rather than leave it unadorned.

- Bàlkak = The crossguard of a sword.

- Kàbza = The grip for a sword.

Armor:

Ghītàdhaam = A panolpy. 1) A collection or display of weaponry. 2) A splendid display of something. 3) Ceremonial garments, complete with all accessories. 4) A complete set of armor. 5) Something that covers & protects. 6) A broad or full range or complete set. 7) To fit out in a suit of armor.

- Shàstrâsilah or Shàstrâgarah or Shàstrâshaala = Armory. A place where arms are kept, an arsenal.

- Aayudstràm or Shàstràm = Armament. A body of forces equipped for war. Or equipment for resistance. Or the process of building up military capacity.

Yànhidïre = Armor.

Buldūrú = Pauldron. Shoulder armor.

- Sbuldūrú = Spauldron. A pauldron that uses a strap that crosses over the chest.

Dïre = Cuirass.

- Nisdïre = Demi-cuirass. A short cuirass. While a man or woman could wear it, Vai seem to prefer it. Back when the Gerudo were mainly thieves, they tended to be made of leather. Nowadays, they are made of metal.

Tzèxàb’dïre = Gauntlet.

Fighting Styles:

Ardasayf = Traditional Gerudo swordplay. Has several different branches to it depending on the main weapon used.

- Ardāsayf = A very spartan style of two-handed sword fighting focused on the use of Golden Claymores.

Tàrren'è al'Saadï = "Dance of the Crescents." Style of Gerudo swordfighting that utilizes scimitars. Is also compatible with sickles. Despite having deep historical roots, until recently not many Gerudo practiced it. Most seem to prefer to use claymores or spears. - Traditional training in this style also requires learning to dance.

- Dïnatàrr = "Crescent Dance." A branch of Tàrren'è al'Saadï that implements dance. Has 2 distinct stances, one for wielding a scimitar with a shield & one for dual-wielding scimitars. - This style can be adapted for either theatrical/performative use or self-defense, though the stances are very different.

- Saadïdja = The self-defensive style of Tàrren'è al'Saadï.

- Sàl'saadïna = The performative, entertainment style of Tàrren'è al'Saadï.

- al'Fōrzúmàh'è al'Dïnatàrr = The Crescent Dance of the Moonflower. The style of Dïnatàrr that utilizes a scimitar & a shield. - This style of fighting was preferred by Vah Amàhrta & Lady Urbosa.

- al'Yusréda'vùn'è al'Dïnatàrr = The Crescent Dance of Rushing Winds. The style of Dïnatàrr that utilizes dual scimitars. - This style of fighting was preferred by Vah Gela & Chief Rïju.

Shemàsen Ūsub = Durvish Technique. This is what the Gerudo call the Spin Attack.

- Ahxwā'nirï Ūsub = Indiscriminate Spin Technique. This is what the Gerudo call the typical Great Spin Attack.

- Dāgàl'zôba Ūsub = Great Sand Tornado Technique. The name given to the Great Spin Attack when paired with al'Yusréda'vùn'è Dïnatàrr & Shim'tàrren. Unlike normally, here, the attack's aura extends upwards in a cone-shape much like a tornado. It is still mobile, but this way is much more controllable than what is normally expected of the usually indiscriminant attack. This is an extremely rare & difficult technique to master as it requires fighting & killing 10 Dark Knuts & obtaining their Knight's Crests.

- Sàl'dïnatàrr Zaydahànt = Performative scimitar dance duel.

Zayda = Sort of a pas de deux.

Battle:

Yá- = Prefix referring to a female who fights professionally. Whether as a guard or a competitive swordfighter.

Yō- = Prefix referring to a male who fights professionally. Whether as a guard or a competitive swordfighter.

Mīr = General or ruler.

*Xïdad = Strength or strong.

Bensïré = Spoils from war or thievary.

Sàlàt = A salute. The most common Gerudo salute involves starting in the typical attention position with arms at the sides, then closing your right hand into a fist & lifting it up to lightly strike the between your heart & your left shoulder as if to make a pledge.

- *Eihve = Position (esp. tactical).

Easïfa'hotlàm = Peace, a treaty. Literally, "storm's calm." Which indicates that it isn't expected to stand the test of time.

Shàntï = Peace. As in, real & long-lasting peace. Not something that comes often.

- Shàntlàm = Peace, but more so, peace within one's self.

- Sulah = While it means peace, it more so refers to reconciliation.

Sàndlah = A treaty.

- Shàntïsàndlah = A peace treaty.

-- Màtukāvt’sàndlah = A marriage treaty.

--- Zayvaivàq Màtukāvt'sàndlah = Bigynous Marriage treaty. Typically happens between the chiefs of 2 Gerudo settlements. Specifically, ones that had been in conflict with each other. This treaty is meant to put an immediate & long-lasting end to said conflict by tying the bloodlines of the 2 settlements’ leadership together. This is done by the chiefs marrying the same man, which results in him acting as the bridge between the 2 & ensuring cooperation. While, normally, Gerudo weddings are set up so that the bride & groom enter from opposite sides & meet in the middle. In this particular situation, the wedding is always held in a large tent between the 2 settlements & the 2 chiefs are the ones to enter from opposite sides & meet in the middle where the groom awaits. He will then hold out his hands to take their &, in a way, sort of acts as a temporary assistant priest.

Zayhànt = Duel. A one-on-one fight.

Mèdja (Pronounced: meh-zhuh) = Guard.

- Yaidja (Pronounced: yai-zhuh) = Guardswoman.

- Yoedja (Pronounced: yoh-eh-zhuh) = Guardsman. This term has been lost.

-- Dán'shônï Mèdja (Pronounced: dan-uh-shaw-nee meh-zhuh) = The Shrine Guard of Ealiya. Considered one of, if not the, highest honors. A volunteer job to guard the Shrine of the Unsung Hero.

-- Devïdán Mèdja = The Shrine Guard of Ealiyah. Considered one of, if not the, highest honors. A volunteer job to guard the Shrine of the Unsung Hero.

-- Dán'ja (Pronounced: dan-uh-zhuh) = Shorthand referring to a Shrine Guard.

- Mèdja'jï Nikô'nerï = Literally, "Guard's Victory Badge." The Gerudàn name for the Knight's Crest. 10 are needed to prove that one is ready for the Great Spin Attack.

Asïm = Protector; also an old name from before the all-female curse.

Tahqitàl = Combat.

- Maehànt = Battle.

Nīkawz or Nīkôz = Victory.

Ghzastīla = Conquest.

- Ghzastù = To conquer.

Wàr'dō (Pronounced: vehn-wahr-uh-doh) = Soldier or warrior. Different from the concept of heroes. Translates to "spear of battle." As those who fought in battle were considered to be the weapons of the god of war himself.

- Wàru = War.

- Nīkôz or Nīkawz = Victory.

- Nīkôzeto'reqra = Literally translates to "the right to claim victory." The Hyrule equivalent to China's Mandate of Heaven. A philosophy by which the strong or victorious are right & correct & righteous. That it is their right, as ordained by the gods, to conquer those around them. Is no longer practiced.

*al'Manfàsï Wàru = The Division War. The first war with Hyrule that resulted in the Gerudo becoming a female-only race. Also called the Great Castration. Not in a literal sense, more so metaphorically.

Jawàrik = The name of the Gerudo god of war, conquest, & strife. Ex-husband to the Goddess of the Sand. A name meaning "a strong, powerful warrior."

Men & Women:

Voy = Husband.

- Lo'voyen = Brother-husbands. When 2 Voen are married to the same Vai. Not something that happens often, but it does happen.

Vay = Wife. - Both spellings are correct.

- La'vayen = Sister-wives. When 2 Vai are married to the same Voe. Not something that happens often, but it does happen.

Vāï (Pronounced: vhay-ee, with a lot of breath behind the h) = Referring to a hermaphrodite. Not to be used to mean neither sex, but rather used to mean both at once. Not something natural. The Gerudo have a legend regarding this that is very similar to what the Greeks have. Though, here, the love was mutual. The central characters of this Gerudo legend had been Chief Natïrï & her husband, Talan. The resulting entity was named Talthïrï.

- Talthïrï Ūpehkwa'è = The Spring of Talthïrï.

Vae = Female-Bodied Hermaphrodite. When a Vai is blessed by Talthïrï's spring & becomes a Vae.

Vôi = Male-Bodied Hermaphrodite. When a Voe is blessed by Talthïrï's spring & becomes a Vôi. - Not something that's ever actually happened & is more so a theoretical concept. A question posed by upper-teen girls still coming into their own is, "What if a Voe were to be splashed by the spring's water?" To which no one knows because it's never happened, which causes those girls to speculate.

Vai'làra or Vàlàra = Heroine, heroic warrior woman.

- Voe'lawàr or Vōlawàr = Hero, heroic warrior.

- Lawàren = Heroes or warriors, both male & female.

Voe'attàr or Vōttàr = King. These days, only used to refer to the Centennial King.

- Vai'làtï or Vàlàtï = Princess, daughter of the king.

- Voe'tàlo or Vōtàlo = Prince. These days only used to refer to the Centennial King before he's been coronated.

Vōltàno or Vàltàna = Chieftain or chieftess.

Vaidina = A sexually segregated site where only women are allowed. Gerudo Town is only referred to as such by non-Gerudo. Gerudo refer to it as Geru'vaidina. It's actual, ancestral name has been forgotten.

(Now, before we move on, the next 3 words are gonna be very controversial & I've gotta say that they don't reflect my actual beliefs. I just don't see the Gerudo being okay with these sorts of things based on their cultural, biological situation.)

Voemuz = Transman. Literally means "fake man." A very bigoted term, but unfortunately, the Gerudo do not possess a less derogatory word for them. Considered liars & wicked temptors. Or in the case of Gerudo Vai becoming one, traitors. Though, this sort of thing is extremely rare as only about 0.1% of Gerudo legitimately feel this way in truth & it's generally a fluke only taking place every few generations. It's actually far more likely that if a Vai wishes to be a voe that it's because she is actually gay & has her heart set on a fellow Gerudo, but has convinced herself that becoming a Voe will make the other Vai fall for her. Which never works out & never in the Vai's favor as homosexuality is treated with similar harshness here as in the Middle East.

- Sûltya Voemuz = Transman. Literally translates to "false-man demon." A sort of fairytale creature based upon actual Voemuzen (plural). Often portrayed as female demons who take on the appearance of men to try to lead young Gerudo astray by making them fall in love with them & if they do, it is said that the vai will become infertile, thus being unable to have daughters even if they do later find men to love them. They are a central figure in many a bedtime tragedy. Obviously, this is an exaggerated falsehood based on the traumatic experiences of real Gerudo women who have run home in tears upon discovering that their future husbands were actually female. What isn't told, or even known, is that the Voemuzen are often left crushed by the Gerudo's reactions themselves, having hoped that someone from a race of all women would be more open minded due to having minimal exposure to men, having thought that it was simply a result of what amounts to 'male engineered bigotry.' They end up having to face the reality that it's just not that simple. Unfortunately, due to the Gerudo's curse & a lot of very negative interactions with such individuals over many centuries, it has fostered some very terrible, very bigoted ideas about them. At a young age, mothers will tell their daughters horror stories about Sûltya Voemuzen & later in Voe & You, are taught how to positively identify real Voemuzen & avoid them at all costs.

- Vaimuz = Transwoman. Literally translates to "false woman." A very bigoted term, but unfortunately, the Gerudo do not possess a less derogatory word for them. While not as deeply hated as Voemuzen are, they are still looked upon with a degree of contempt as many consider it to be a form of mockery or woman face.

Societal Norms:

Vaiyïdá or Vàyïdá = Mistress, lady, dame, or madam. A term of respect used by slaves to address their Gerudo owners.

- Vàyï = An honorific used by Vo'màzren to address their mistresses.

*Bàkpràma = Slavery.

- *Bàkix = A slave.

- Màzuay = A slave.

Sāquayùl or Sāquay = A slave. Literally, “life owned.”

-- Sāqshe'kāvt = Another word for slave. Literally meaning "life-bound" to mean "bound for life."

-- Uayúlzī = Another word for slave. Literally meaning "owned one."

Múta = Lust.

- Nàk = Sex.

- Múta Màzuay, Nàk Màzuay, Múta Màzuay, Nàk Sāquay, or Nàkuay = A sex slave.

Surmúta = Slut or whore or harlot. A slur. Can be used to either refer to someone who sells their body for money or someone who just sleeps around a lot. Is used gender neutrally as Gerudo look down upon serial sex, hypersexuality, & all-around philandry in both men & women equally. - Before the curse that made them a female-only society, the Gerudo were a relatively sexually active people, but to them, there was a very fine, but very distinct line between not being a prude & being loose with your body or selling it for money. Vo'màzr & Và'màziah aren't considered Surmúta as they don't do these things of their own free will, they also don't get paid for it. Only if they became Hra'tàkdham Vo'màzr would it be considered accurate to do so. Though, it isn't uncommon for patrons or their mistresses to refer to them as such.

Vo'màzr = A concubinus or male concubine. A sort of breeding slave. Vo'màzr became a common presence in the Gerudo culture after the female-only curse. The practice has since been abolished.

Và'màziah = A concubine. A sort of breeding slave. This term has been lost.

- Hra'tàkdham Vo'màzr = Free-use male concubinus. These Vo'màzren didn't have a specified mistress & thus lived in a Pleasure Palace. Disgustingly, these Pleasure Palaces tended to have 2 draws. Sexual gratification & the right to be bred.

- Nebdhám Vo'màzr or Dhâ'màzr = Golden Concubinus. When a Vo'màzr actively takes to their new role with vigor. Are often showered with luxury & finery for their enthusiasm & talents. It's... not a good thing, but it was unfortunately the sort of thing that was inadvertently encouraged. While some seemed to "come around" to their new role in life, the truth of the matter was that this generally happened due to them sort of brainwashing themselves into enjoying the lifestyle, even beginning to believe that they didn't deserve a better life. Admittedly, some truly did enjoy it, but those were few & far between.

Màrekéda Wàshàm = A branding tattoo. Given to Vo'màzr upon being bought by a Mistress. The tattoo is typically of his mistress' full name & if not that, then the coat of arms for her household. Placed on the forearm, on the inside, so that they'll always see it.

Surré Qasrehs = Pleasure Palace. Places where prostitutes, specifically Vaen, Vàsitulïxan, & Vo'màzren work. The backbone of the sex industry in the Gerudo culture. It is also where Vo'màzr were broken, trained, & auctioned off to Vaiyïda.

In Gerudo culture, there is a very strict separation between lust & love, between matters of the body & matters of the heart. This plus the fact that the Gerudo, just as a people, are extremely exclusive with who they give their hearts to results in the typical Gerudo being extremely monogamous. As such, the idea of what IRL is called "open relationships," would be considered pure insanity & a sign of a demented mind. Even royal relationships were expected to be kept exclusive. To have sex with someone other than your spouse after marriage, even common law marriage, was considered losing control of one's impulses & baser, more primal urges & was thought to be a sign of a declining mental state. These individuals were considered no better than animals. - Something they share with the Greeks who prided themselves on personal control.

By Gerudo custom from before the female-only curse, the king or queen were both absolutely forbidden from having romantic or sexual relations with anyone besides their spouse unless it was in specific situations such as one of the pair being sterile or infertile. And even when it was allowed, the vetting process was extremely strict for them & the final okay was to be given by the other spouse. (Basically, if the queen were looking for a Vo'màzr, then she'd make the 1st decision of who could go through the vetting process, but it was her husband who made the final decision. The same is also true in reverse.) Even then, romantic relations with Và'màziah or Vo'màzr were strictly forbidden & considered deeply taboo. In a lot of ways, they were breeding chattel in gilded cages.

And after every interaction, the owner of said concubine/concubinus would go through the same sacred cleansing ritual as one who was raped.

However, despite all the strictness in regards to marriage, if a king or queen was unmarried, then they were free to have harems full of Và'màziah/Vo'màzr. The reason being that marriage itself is considered sacred to them. And, in such instances, it is fine to indulge in romantic relations with members of one's harem. Though, it isn't considered intelligent as Gerudo have a belief that a relationship between more than 3 people becomes incrementally more difficult to manage with every person that joins.

It is even legal to have 2 wives or 2 husbands, though it's far from normal.

After the curse there came a distinct need to continue to procreate, thus non-Gerudo Vo'màzr became a common part of the Gerudo culture &, in fact, it wasn't strange for the higher-ranked Vai to have entire harems of them.

Even despite this extreme change, the Gerudo retained the deeply-embedded practice of keeping love & lust separate. And, miraculously, after transitioning away from thievary, they also managed to rediscover the custom of partner exclusivity. This indicates that monogamy & partner exclusivity may be intrinsic to the entire Gerudo experience as a whole. - Because of this, the Hylian goddess of love, passion, & relationships fit rather easily into the Gerudo's pantheon & was welcomed with surprisingly open arms.

There are some other details pertaining to the actual training of said Vo'màzr that delves more into the realm of NSFW that I won't go into, but let's just say that it was considered important to... 'assert dominance.' And they even had certain 'tools' by which to do so.

The practice of having Vo'màzr has been almost entirely abolished by BotW & TotK.

Vàsitulàmba = For all intents & purposes, a dominatrix, but for fun & not for money. The pastime version.

- Vàsitulïxa = A dominant woman paid to break in vo'màzr by any means necessary. Those means typically involve the use of Stolkén.

- Vaesitulïxa = A Vae dominatrix. Does what Vàsitulïxa do, but without the need for a Stolké.

Stolké = A strap-on with an infused amethyst at the base. Made specifically to magically connect to the wearer, thus allowing her to feel through & derive physical pleasure from its use. Originally used by Vàsitulïxan to 'assert dominance' over Vo'màzr.

Buildings:

Qasrehs = Castle or palace.

Fashka or Tàshka = Forge.

Bàz- or Bèza- = Used in reference to trade or the exchange of goods or valuables.

- Bezakàs = Shop.

- Bàzeshàk = Stall, booth, kiosk. As in a market or fair.

- *Hayaaq = Gate, portal.

Forf = Fortress.

Travel:

Mamàr = Trail or path.

Dâsï = Caravan.

Dâhxa = Cart or wagon.

Vàrdâhxa = An ornate & beautiful horse-drawn wagon. They are often fully furnished & quite homey. - A vardo irl. Otherwise known as a Romani wagon. Or the first rv.

Gàl’phīna = Sandskimmer; sand sleigh. Often attached to Sand Seals to transport things.

Rôkba = (A) boat or ship.

- Gàlôkba = A sandamaran. A sort of boat with a sail designed to ride across the sand. Also referred to as wind-riders or storm-catchers. - Think the sand boats from Avatar the Last Airbender. Which are based on Polynesian Drua.

House:

Bayta = Home.

Inzil = House.

Kàmfa = Room.

- *Pàrmàgkàmfa = Kitchen.

- Sàrgakàmfa = Bedroom.

Mahàd = Cradle.

Sàrga = Bed.

*Tra = Pot.

- Kàvé'tra = Coffee pot; carafe.

- Shāvi'tra = Teapot.

‐ *Pàrmàgéda'tra = Cooking pot.

Zūjàza, Zūja, or Zūza = Bottle.

- Kúpshē or Kúpa = Flask.

- Zúshé or Zākūp = Vial or phial.

Hàjdit'fōrxab = Stone Oven.

- Bukākéda'ximbi = Stone Oven. Literally, "baking box."

Shifamàgya = Grill.

Lobmàg'mīqa = Skillet or frying pan.

Sitaklàten = Drapes or curtains. Usually used as room dividers rather than for windows.

Settlements:

Kàra = Empty or nothing.

Drâr = A camp or village of tents.

Vaidina = A sexually segregated site where only women are allowed. Gerudo Town is only referred to as such by non-Gerudo. Gerudo refer to it as Geru'vaidina.

Jrâyeh = Village.

Pētétto or Vuétto = A town.

Yāramât = A town. Used specifically to describe towns in foreign countries.

Qràbéh = A town.

Gárdōrp = Technically means “town,” but specifically one that one might call a “hell hole.”

Ôstan = Province.

- Shâkhréstan = Township. Subdivision of a province.

Shâkhrah = A small city. Satellite township or city neighborhood.

Shâkhrétto (Pronounced: Sh-ay-kh-r) = City or town.

Pàttirya = City.

Wīlirya = City.

Kyure = Smaller type of town or neighborhood in a big city.

-drâr = Lit. “camp.” Used to refer to an encampment or village of tents. A suffix attached to the end of a settlement's name.

-oorú (Pronounced: Oa-roo with a short “oo”) = Lit. “place.” Used for towns. A suffix attached to the end of a settlement's name. Something like the Gerudàn equivalent to “-ton.”

-étto = Town. A suffix attached to the end of a settlement's name.

-pàttir = City. A suffix attached to the end of a settlement's name.

-irpā = City. A suffix attached to the end of a settlement's name.

-irlā = City. A suffix attached to the end of a settlement's name.

Bàz- or Bèza- = Used in reference to trade or the exchange of goods or valuables.

- Bàzaar = Bazaar or marketplace.

- Bàzétto = A Market Town. A town that features a market regularly. If Kàra Kàra was larger, it'd be considered a Bàzétto.

Countries:

Baydaan = Far-off or far away.

- Qàfra = Wasteland.

- Baydaan Qàfra = Far-off Wasteland. One of many names for the desert continent that the Gerudo originate from.

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

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

- Geràsht'è Ûjïa = Desert of Mystery.

- Jïachisï = Secret.

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

Wàru'shorq Voe'attàrilàkaen = Wartorn Kingdoms. Refers to Jïasïd & its surrounding countries. This is due to them being cursed to be in eternal conflict with each other.

Shakï = Doubt.

- Geràsht'è Shakï = Desert of Doubt.

Àftúmet = Land.

- Deshdâ = Country.

- Aktī = Realm.

- Xetmam = Domain.

Hairu or Hīru = Hylian, Hyrule.

- Sai'ruba = Hyrule. Archaic.

- Sai'ruqo = Hylian. Archaic.

Lanïru = Lanayru.

Ōradôna = Ordona.

Fàrin = Faron.

Lurālin = Lurelin.

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LoZ Cultural Masterlist 2

[purpleyoonn]

baby (you complete us) 7

C H A P T E R   S E V E N 

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: not much, insecurities, exploring, soul pain

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

masterlist // chapter 6 // chapter 8

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

They each had signed their name to the bottom, giving you the wistful feeling that rose up your back. Their words and actions made you feel cared for and had you slipping the bank card into one of the slots in your wallet, not entirely sure if you would use it or not. You moved back to the bed, sitting down on it and feeling the way your muscles relaxed into the bed.

You didn’t realize how much hearing their voices had calmed you down, had made you feel relaxed. Relaxed enough to fall asleep with your shoes on and your feet hanging off the big bed.

When you woke up the next morning, it was to the feeling of the soft silk sheets falling off the bed, leaving you cold and wishing you didn’t sleep in your traveling clothes. You were entirely uncomfortable and, in your sleep, ended up on the other side of the bed and halfway under the sheets.

You don’t know if you dreamt or not, but with the way you were moving in your sleep, you probably wouldn’t remember it anyways. Despite the restless sleep problems, you actually felt okay as you got up off the bed, not feeling any bad aches in your back or legs. You were able to get in the shower and relax under the stream of hot water after a couple attempts of translating the controls.

After your shower, you looked at the time only to see it was early, well, for this side of the world. It was 4:35 am in Seoul, meaning it was roughly 11:35 am in California, the day before? Time zones never made sense to you unfortunately. 

You had a couple of text messages from you family, wishing you good luck and asking for a phone call later on. Besides that, you didn’t have any new notifications.

Since it was so early, you didn’t want to bother anyone, but you were quickly becoming bored and wanted to explore with what little time you had to yourself before you had to meet the boys at the HYBE building later on. You figured that the area you were in had street lights, and probably some stores open so you decided to get dressed and explore.

Getting up, you dried off before moving over to your suitcase, lifting it off the floor and onto the bed so you didn’t have to bend down to open it or get your clothes. Unzipping the large suitcase, you decide to dress comfy, choosing a pair of leggings and a t-shirt along with a pair of socks. You pull your Agust D hoodie over your head, loving the feeling of it and how it reminds you of why you were here.

They were being unbelievably sweet and kind to you, despite you being unsure if you were even going to fully accept them or not. They treated you like you were always there, like they wanted you with them. All the expectations and dreams you held for your soulmates were coming true, and it was hard to come to terms with after waiting ten years.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you grab your phone from off the charger and your small card wallet from your carryon duffle. At the last second you also remembered the lanyard that the boys sent over, the “All Exclusive Access” pass with the HYBE logo on it, grabbing that along with your soulmate passport just in case something happened. 

Shoving all of those in the hoodie pocket, you move to the door, slipping your shoes on and grab the key card from where you placed it on the little entry way shelf before leaving the room.

It was quiet, to be expected, as you walked down the large hallway and flashed your key card against the small thing in the wall again, just like you did the night before. The elevator opened to bright lights and a mirror up hadn’t noticed taking up the space of the back wall. The small electronic clock above the floor buttons read 5:06 am, which meant the rest of the city would be waking up soon, if they weren’t already up.

The same desk clerk from before was the only one in the lobby, her friendly smile aimed your way as she calls out to you.

“Good morning, Mrs. Kim. Was the room to your liking?” You smile back at her, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks at the sound of being called “Mrs. Kim”. You didn’t realize how much you would like the sound of it until it was being said.

“Uhm, yes, thank you.” You answer her question, before thinking it would be a good idea to ask her what the best place to get breakfast was, not exactly wanting to eat in the hotel, not wanting to be cooped up in the expensive building.

The desk clerk was super sweet and even wrote down a couple of places on some hotel stationary, giving you directions as she did. You were quick to thank her, bowing your head as you did, remembering the niceties and customs you looked up on the plane so you didn’t accidentally offend anyone.

You had also decided now would be the best time to practice your Korean. You knew that it was only a matter of time before you would be encouraged to move here, to be with your soulmates. It was inevitable.

You may still have some unworked through feelings about the entire situation, feelings of being unwanted and the like, coming and going that you needed to work through, but you also knew that these boys were already working their way into your heart, your love for the boys as BTS slowly bleeding through your growing feelings towards them as your soulmates.

This meant your Korean would need some work, because you wanted to be able to communicate with them; one less barrier removed.

You walked out of the hotel’s front doors only to pause at the sight of the large buildings in front of you. It seemed like you were in the middle of a huge shopping/business district. Moving out of the way of the entrance, you stand to the side and lean against the building so you could look down at the paper the clerk gave you. You were kind of overwhelmed by your surroundings and the feeling of your stomach doing a revolt against you for not feeding it.

You began to follow the directions told to you but had eventually gone off track with excitement as you noticed a 7-11. You had seen numerous tiktoks filmed within the franchise in Korea and had wanted to see what the hype was for yourself. You especially wanted to try one of those coffees they made with the bag of coffee and the cup of ice.

Opening the door, you were greeted by the sight of an older woman sitting at the register, her greetings of hello catching your ears.

“Good morning! Let me know if I can help you with anything.” You smile at her before answering back.

“Hello. Thank you!” Your words are slow as you test them out on your tongue, hoping you didn’t butcher the pronunciation of anything. You were relieved to see the smile in the woman’s lips grow as she hears you respond back.

“Wow! Your Korean is good!” She gives you a thumbs up, making you sigh out in relief at her compliment.

“Thank you.” You bow your head a little before moving into the aisles, eyes wide in wonder as you look at each and everything that catches your eyes.

The array of snacks and drinks catch your eye, even spotting some that are familiar to you like Cheetos and Doritos. You held your phone in hand as you glance back and forth from the Papago app on your phone and the snacks, trying to translate the best you could. As you move throughout the aisles and towards the cooler section, you snag a bag of M&M’s, along with a small pack of gummy worms.

As you get to the cooler section, you quickly set out to grab a package of cut up watermelon, craving the sweet treat after your previous day. Once you have that in hand, you move to the drinks, quickly grabbing one of the ice cups and settling on a vanilla caramel coffee bag, giggling in excitement as you did.

Juggling to hold all of that with one hand, you also manage to grab a couple of bulgogi gimbap triangles, having seen them out of the corner of your eye. These were one of the things you had always wanted to try if you ever managed to make your way to South Korea, and now you have your chance.

Deciding you can’t really fit anything else in your grip, you make your way back to the front of the store, seeing the smiling woman again as you place your things on the counter.

“Will this be all?” The woman’s voice is heard over the ringing of the machine as she totals up your items. You tilt your head as you try to translate her words, only for her to gesture to the items and give you a thumbs up.

“Yes, ma’am.” You nod your head in thanks, even more grateful for the woman when she grabs a plastic bag and begins to place your items in there. She leaves your ice cup and drink bag on the counter or you to make.

Once she tells you the total, you pull your wallet out of your sweatshirt pocket, only to remember you didn’t get the chance to transfer and money to the Korean won. You begin to pull out the card that the boys left for you, sending a silent thanks to your soulmates and a promise to pay them back once you see them.

After paying for you things and making your drink (which you record with your phone so you can have the memory forever), you thank the woman again before making your way out of the convenience store.

Seeing the sun begin to rise, you figure out your next move.

The Han River had numerous park designations, called the Hangang Parks, all along Seoul. Seeing the river was one of the items on your bucket list and you deemed it appropriate for the occasion. It takes you only minutes to find one of the entrances once you figure out how to google it. 

With your bag in hand, you were able to find a nice spot in the grass along the river that held an amazing view of the sunrise just as the sun started to peak over the city line.

You took numerous pictures of the skyline, the sunrise, and even of your snacks. You even took a couple pictures of yourself, choosing to document the trip. It was always something you wanted to do, one of the places you most wanted to visit and explore. You weren’t going to let the chance to make memories and have experiences pass you by.

It was now passed seven in the morning, and you figured the boys had to be awake right now. Deciding to take the chance with the small amount of peace and courage you held, you sent a picture of the sunrise with the skyline in the distance and a picture of you to the group chat.

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you: *pictures attached* I can see why you guys like the views.

Jimin: good morning baby! 😍

Taehyung: you’re up already! We thought you would still be sleeping!

Taehyung: how long have you been up, baby?

You blush at his words, the concern translated over as you highlight the text. Numerous different bubbles pop up as the others begin to text back in the group chat.

Yoongi: you look like you’re relaxed. I’m glad you were able to explore a little this morning. Is Songun with you?

Jin: you look beautiful baby. Those snacks also look good.

Jungkook: you’re up already? Why didn’t you message us earlier? 🥺

Namjoon: Jungkook, we can’t take up all her time. Plus, she said she would message us when she was up, she never specified when.

Namjoon: thank you for sending us the pictures. We are happy you are having fun.

Hoseok: Good morning, pretty girl. Did you sleep well? I see you are wearing yoongi’s sweatshirt again 😊

The blush rises on your cheeks again at the implication that you were wearing Yoongi’s sweatshirt. You know what Hoseok meant, but still.

You: I woke up really early this morning and decided it would be nice to get out and explore what I could. I found a really nice convenience store and bought snacks! I didn’t want to wake up Songun so I just got directions from the hotel clerk. I also didn’t want to wake you all up. I didn’t know what your plans were.

You: I slept really well. The bed felt like a huge marshmallow. And I am wearing it again. It’s very comfy and soft and I would wear it every day if I could.

You didn’t know it, but your response made Yoongi blush like no tomorrow, hiding his face in his sleeve as the others begin to tease him about it.

You wondered if now would be a good a time as any to get everything over with. If it would be a good time to talk and try and complete the soul bond with them. You could feel this pit forming in your gut, the ache slowly spreading to your back as you sat there. You had noticed it yesterday, had thought it was just nerves, but the closer you got to the boys, it seemed the better the pain was becoming.

Your soul pain reminded you just how much was at stake. You hadn’t wanted to ever feel this pain, let alone have your soulmates feel the same thing, no matter how the circumstances changed.

You plucked up what little courage you had left and typed out your next message.

You: would now be a bad time for my visit?

You almost immediately regret it. It was barely eight in the morning, there was no way they were already at the HYBE building, let alone probably available for your visit. They said they had no plans for the day, but you could only guess how easily that could change.

You glance down at your left-over snacks, the M&M’s, one of the gimbap triangles, and some watermelon wondering if someday you could come back here, maybe with one of the boys. It seemed awfully calming, bordering on peaceful and tranquil.

Yoongi: of course not.

Jimin: we’ve been at the building for over an hour, hoping you would message us.

Jungkook: it would never be a bad time for a visit from you.

Hoseok: do you still have the pass we gave you, pretty girl?

You move to respond but you feel someone move behind you, jumping when they end up sitting next to you on the grass.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Turning your head you see Songun, a small smirk on his lips as you hold a hand to your chest, trying to get your breathing and heart rate back under control.

“Oh no, Songun. Don’t worry. You didn’t startle me. I just had a heart attack for absolutely no reason." You retort out of instinct, not seeing how he might misunderstand you until the words leave your lips. You go to apologize but he starts speaking.

“Well, you should get that checked out then. Don’t want to have another one.” You gasp again out of shock as he quickly retorts back, his smirk growing into a smile as he pats you on the shoulder.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t sneak up on people, and we would be good.” You respond back, laughter blending in with your words as you start to place your leftovers back into the plastic bag and gather your trash up to throw away.

“How did you know I was here?” You ask Songun as you start to walk to the nearest trashcan, feeling him walk in step with you.

“My bosses are good at what they do.” His words have you laughing again.

“You mean they told you where I was and asked why you were not with me like you informed me of yesterday?” He snaps his fingers at you.

“Correct. Which leads me to wondering, why did you decide not to call me before you went and explored?” You shrug at his question, not wanting to tell him you didn’t want to be an inconvenience, so you made something up.

“Got bored. Forgot your phone number card at the hotel.” You can tell that Songun sees right through you, but you were glad he didn’t push anymore. You had a feeling you would be touching on those hidden feelings sooner than you anticipated.

“Alright then. Are you ready to go and meet your soulmates?” Songun claps his hands together before gesturing you towards the waiting car parked on the street. You stare at it warily, but you nod your head anyways, pushing and grasping for the feelings the boys have already made you feel, hoping they chase away any of the doubt floating through your head.

“Yes.”

Next Chapter

[peninkwrites]

Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil. - Ch 8 of ?

A lot goes on. Eggs, Nukes, and Trauma abound.

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 7

Ch 9 (all chapters going forward will be on ao3)

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Something Tubbo has longed for since the Red Festival happens, and it is strange and terrible beyond comprehension.

Tommy is signing rapidly, still in his hardhat from Sam Nook, he’s had Tubbo wear one as well.  Tubbo likes Sam Nook.  His default mode of speaking is subtitled, even if it had taken Tubbo a moment to register that the machine used Sam’s Comm ID but definitely wasn’t Sam talking.  Tubbo hadn’t realized that the robot didn’t even talk until Tommy told him so.

“There’s this…” Tommy hesitates in his signs, looking for the word.  “Egg.”

“Egg?” Tubbo frowns, assuming Tommy had gotten the sign wrong or he’s mixed it up, but Tommy nods.

“Egg,” Tommy signs again.  “Makes red on the server.”

“That’s what that is?!”

Tommy stops him sharply from walking along the prime path.  “Wrong!” He signs sharply, pointing at Bad and Ant.  “Wrong… U. N. S.”

“Wronguns?” Tubbo laughs.

Tommy nods sharply.  “Follow!” Tommy motions urgently, before sprinting past Bad and Antfrost alongside the prime path.  Tubbo follows, stopping to give Bad a wave, and he sees Tommy hopping frantically in the corner of his eye, motioning him away.  Tubbo hurries.

Tommy motions him into the church, gesturing to the font of holy water.  Tubbo stares at it, puzzled, until Tommy deigns to shove him in.

“What the hell, man?!”

“Clean!” Tommy signs.  “Take!” He points to the suits arranged around the church.

Tubbo deigns to go along with it, as is usually easiest with Tommy, and puts on the suit.

Tommy takes him to the spider farm.  Then, he takes him further.  They enter a massive cavern that had been cut out of stone.  It is currently covered in a layer of red growth, vines and various plant matter have overtaken stone.  Tubbo shivers.  Tommy strides across it, fearless and without protection, signing back to him, “feel it?”

“What?” Tubbo sticks to a disjointed wooden path, the thought of stepping onto the strange, porous plants leaves him uneasy.

“I don’t feel it,” Tommy signs.  “Other people love it or hate it.  Do you?”

“That’s the egg?” Tubbo approaches the back corner, where Tommy stands on top of something with a strange, thick shell covered in red moss.  It’s clearly dense underneath, as Tommy is able to stand on it.

Tommy nods.  “Take off suit to feel it.  Weird.  It talks.  Talked to me.  Be careful.  It’s dangerous–”

Tommy hasn’t even finished the sign and Tubbo has slung off the cloak from church prime.  It talks to people?  Tubbo doesn’t exactly consider that to be a concern of his.

Do you tire of silence, little one..?

Tubbo screams, staggering back, hands covering his ears, as for the first time in months he hears a voice other than his own.  It is unnatural, a deep, roaring hum, its words comprehensible and nonetheless foreign.  Tubbo doesn’t remember if sound used to be like this, if it only hurts because he has been without it for so long, or–

I know what you make out in the ice.  Do you wish to see the consequences of your broken atoms, or to hear them..?

Tubbo collapses to his knees, hunched over, cowering between vines thick as tree trunks, hands clasped tightly over his ears.  Its voice is loud and deep and inhuman.  Covering his ears does not silence it.  It is not merely words spoken in his consciousness, he is hearing them, undeniably, he is hearing it echoing around the chamber, but nonetheless unhindered by Tubbo’s desperate attempts to silence it.

Tubbo does not see visions of his family dying.  The egg caters to its audience, and instead, the first time Tubbo hears his friend’s voices in so long, they are not truly theirs.

“Tubbo, please!  Please, how could you do this?!  How could you–”

“It burns!  I– I can’t see!  There’s nothing left!  There’s nothing left–”

Those words deteriorate into screams, pleading joined by explosions and shattered by agony as Tubbo hears the end times.  The voices, one sounds like Tommy, an impossibility, a sound he has longed for, and finally he hears it again and it hurts.   The other voice is deeper, even when shaken by terror, and Tubbo knows it must be Ranboo’s, he feels it almost like pain deep in his chest.  It can only be Ranboo’s.  The first time he hears Ranboo’s voice, and it is a corruption, an infernal infection caused by this thing prying into his head, not real words from someone he cares for.

“Shut up!  Shut up!  P-Please– Please just stop!  Make it stop make it stop make it stop–” Tubbo screams until his voice breaks, he feels tears blur the red vines in his vision and he screams all the harsher when someone’s trembling hand touches his shoulder.  Tubbo looks up sharply, Tommy’s face pale with fear is staring at him.  Behind Tommy, standing on top of the Egg, are Ant and Bad.  They look far more threatening than they had on the prime path.

“Run soon!” Tommy signs frantically.

Tubbo doesn’t stand, he remains on his knees, hands clasped over his ears, even as the screams have faded.  Tommy grabs his hand, dragging him to his feet.  Tommy turns back to face Bad and Ant.  He cannot sign at them properly without letting go of Tubbo’s hand and he would have a hard time pulling free with how tight Tubbo is holding onto him.

Bad says something, Tubbo can see his mouth moving from a face far paler than he remembers, all red drained away.  Then, Bad signs: “do you like the egg?”

Tommy looks over at Tubbo, nodding frantically.

Tubbo feels dizzy.  He nods.  He realizes he’s still crying, and from the way Tommy is looking at him, he isn’t exactly doing so quietly.  Tommy pries his hand free from Tubbo’s and Tubbo grasps desperately at where Tommy had left him behind, struggling to catch his breath, the spores clogging his throat, as more pain sharp as grief builds in his chest.

“We love the Egg!” Tommy signs quickly.  “Friends of the Egg!”

Tubbo still feels unsteady, there’s still this droning noise piercing his skull, as if mocking him, no longer screams, no longer that inhuman voice, merely an array of voices once familiar talking over each other, a chorus of not the dead, but from voices that are now dead to him.  He hasn’t heard them in so long, and he struggles to distinguish words but he doesn’t know if that matters.  Tommy has let go of him, so Tubbo curls on the ground once more, hunched over, hands pressed to his ears, and he screams, if only to try to drown out the sound.  It has made him weak, it tempts him to lie there among the vines and crimson moss until true silence eats what’s left of him, and it’s all he can do to keep screaming and hope the voice stops.

He feels someone grab his arm, pull him to his feet, and he knows it isn’t Tommy.  He sees Tommy held aside by Ant with a hand on his shoulder, and Tubbo sees Bad guiding him forward, holding onto him tightly.  Bad points to an obsidian box.

If you stay, it will get better.  If you stay, you will hear pleasant things…

Tubbo tries to scream louder than that vile fucking voice, but he can’t.  He cannot truly hear himself, not the way he hears this thing.  Not a fucking option, not a fucking option–

Tubbo tears free of Bad’s hold on him, stumbling back, gasping for breath around sobs.  Whatever vile temptation has dug into his skull, telling him to remain, to lay, to give in and let go, it’s not stronger than his revulsion.  It’s a primal sort of terror, that voice so fucking alien, sound itself alien to him now, and Tubbo does something he barely understands himself.  He leaves Tommy.  He has an enderpearl in his inventory and he flings it toward the exit, clawing over vines and up the stone and into the narrow corridor, throwing himself towards the surface, desperate to get away from that fucking voice piercing his brain.

He makes it out to a world of blissful silence, only the usual monotonous hum which replaced his hearing all those months ago.  He turns around.  Tommy has not followed.

Tubbo flinches when his comm goes off, only to be swept with relief.

<awesamdude> I AM SAM NOOK… I SHALL BE TAKING THESSE CHILDREN WITH ME… THEY ARE UNDER MY PROTECTION…

“Oh, thank god–” Tubbo mumbles, irritated that his own voice, heard in his head, felt in his body, doesn’t sound as real as that vile thing had.  He has a fire charge in his inventory and not much else.  He runs across the surface to a building directly above the Egg.  In it, there is a hole in the ground directly on top of the egg.

Tubbo, rage overtaking fear, falls through the tunnel and onto the egg, catching himself with a water bucket, lighting it with the fire charge, and sprinting away.  He looks back and sees Bad speaking to him, he sees the flames, but they do nothing.  The egg itself remains un-charred and whole.

The message repeats, his comm lighting up out of the corner of his eye.

<awesamdude> I AM SAM NOOK… I SHALL BE TAKING THESE CHILDREN WITH ME… THEY ARE UNDER MY PROTECTION…

He doesn’t know what’s happening, only that Tommy has pearled across the room and is also running for the exit.  Tubbo follows.  He doesn’t stop until they reach the holy lands.  Tubbo struggles to catch his breath, staring at Bad and Ant across the border.  He doesn’t know how to tell Tommy what had just happened to him, and he doesn’t know what to do when Tommy doesn’t ask.  He doesn’t think Tommy has ever seen him break down like that.  Tommy just motions him back over to the church, dunking his head in holy water and nodding for Tubbo to follow.

Tubbo does, and the cool water alone clears his head a bit, but he still feels dizzy and strange.  When his head is under water, the dull tone that covers his hearing sounds different.  Tommy sits back on the quartz tile floor, looking as weary as Tubbo feels.

“I… I heard–” Tubbo begins hoarsely, but he’s interrupted by Tommy jumping to his feet, eyes lighting up, signing rapidly to Sam Nook who has followed them into the holy lands.  So Tubbo goes quiet.  He thinks of Ranboo’s voice.

~

Ranboo is doing his best not to panic.  This is not his forte.

That stupid, awful voice had told him, he blew up the community house, and he has Tommy’s disc tucked away somewhere.  He just has to look for it, and when he turns up empty-handed, he’ll know for sure it wasn’t him.

So, he digs.  He has a habit of keeping things buried, and if it’s going to be anywhere, it will be underneath his house.

“I-If it’s there, if it’s down here, that means I–” Ranboo tries to keep his calm.  If he loses it, he cries and if he cries he loses a lot more.  “I blew up the community house.  Everything the voice said, I–” Ranboo keeps digging.  “It can’t be, it can’t be down here, it just can’t–”

Ranboo digs for a long time.  He destroys his yard, and he finds nothing.  The sun has come out from behind the clouds, and the messy piles of dirt blur as if covered by a fog and still, he looks.  Through the haze, he doesn’t see a chest.

He’s safe.

He can’t remember it, he can’t see it, so he’s safe.

Ranboo begins to cover up the yard.  He doesn’t look too closely as he does.

He’s okay.  He’s safe.  Everyone is safe.  Ranboo has reassured himself; he is not a traitor, he couldn’t have been the one to blow up the community house.  He had searched underneath his house for a chest, one that awful voice warned him of, and he couldn’t find it.  Therefore, he’s done nothing wrong, right?  There was no disc, there was no evidence tucked away, at least not that he could see.

Not that he could see.

And if he couldn’t see it, he could ignore it.  It wouldn’t be his problem.  That’s what he continues to tell himself, anyway.  To ward off the persistent dread.

The dread persists nonetheless.

Ranboo begins an awful habit.

“I think I… I think I did something bad, Tubbo.  Something I can’t remember,” Ranboo murmurs softly as Tubbo gathers the fallen logs for firewood, his back to Ranboo so there is no chance of him reading lips.  “I think… I think maybe I’ve done a lot of things I can’t remember, a-and before, it was just… just a little scary, because I didn’t know what happened, but I didn’t… I didn’t know what I did… what… what I’ve done… that it might be something I didn’t want to do, or– or shouldn’t want to do, and I’m starting to think there’s parts of me that I… that I don’t understand.  I don’t understand it, I–” Ranboo shuts up sharply when Tubbo turns back to face him.

“Did you say something, Bossman?” Tubbo looks up at him.

Ranboo quickly shakes his head and the lie fits like a noose around his neck.

“Well, then help me carry this, will you?” Tubbo teases, offering up the logs.  He’d offered to gather firewood closer to the mainlands, even if it’s more of a trip back.  He knows that Ranboo doesn’t like Snowchester.

Ranboo nods and takes them.  His chest aches when Tubbo’s hand brushes against his as he passes them off.

Ranboo wants to spend time with Philza and Technoblade.  He knows maybe he shouldn’t, but the pair had been kind to him.  Ranboo hates the trip out to the arctic.  He can cope with the cool dark of the Nether roof following the vibrant orange of the Nether, but going from that to the harsh white of the snow, that’s where it gets harder.  He’s most tolerant going there at night, which, he fears is an imposition.  Gods forbid should he ask them for an escort to their home, which he’ll admit is the only alternative he can see to how disorienting it can be to navigate the nether roof only by the coordinates on his comm, only to be blinded by sun so he stumbles across the snowdrifts and fall more than once.

Snowchester is more merciful than the Commune.  There’s heavy tree coverage to shade the landscape, the area around the bay is neatly outlined by water and ice instead of just snow.  It helps a little.  It helps more when Tubbo meets him in the middle, when his friend comes to his little house just down the beach from Niki’s old Bakery.

Tubbo doesn’t know about the panic room.  That’s important.  Ranboo needs to keep it that way.  The blindness nor his friend’s efforts to spend time with him stop him from isolating himself.  It’s easier to just mine.  It’s dark, the space simple and easily defined.  All he must do is dig forward.  He doesn’t notice ores often, but the particles are always very eager to point out what he misses. So he keeps digging, and he doesn’t think of what could wait on the surface.

~

Tommy doesn’t come out to Snowchester very often, nor does Ranboo.  When Ranboo does visit, it is with evident unease.  The one reassurance offered, even as Tubbo feels bad for it, is that Ranboo has yet to notice the rather literal warning signs.  The doors of the warehouses marked out in vibrant yellow, warning of nuclear radiation.  Ranboo doesn’t see it.  That makes things easier.

And despite whatever horrors the Egg tried to offer as warning, Tubbo continues.  If anything, he feels spurred on.  He has one more thing to protect them from.  There isn’t much room for error in nuclear physics, largely because it all remains hypothetical until the last moment.  Tubbo does plan to test it in a practical way, but when that day comes, there still won’t be a margin for error, considering error could result in the total destruction of the entire SMP.

This doesn’t stop him from working on it, because he needs something to keep them safe.  Dream is locked away in prison.  Tubbo doesn’t want him locked away in prison.  He wants him dead.  He wants Tommy to be able to laugh again.  If he cannot have those things, he’ll at least make sure that should Dream try to hurt them again, he’ll do so with the weighted threat of annihilation.

There are few complications outside of the science of it all, and the science Tubbo manages just fine, but other things.  Tubbo won’t be able to hear the sirens.  For himself, he knows it won’t matter much.  He will always be the one behind the button, even on a dead man’s switch.  Still, the nagging thought persists.  What if he assumes they’re going off, but they��re faulty?  What if his family receives no warning because he couldn’t tell they were busted?

It’s small things that reassure him, but not quiet things.  It’s him registering Jack shrieking in surprise when something sparks in his face, it’s flashing lights he’d installed in the lab warning him of excess radiation.  He can hear––sense?–– tones, in a vague, weak sense, if he’s not distracted, but he hopes that’s enough that when his sirens shake the air, he will recognize them.  He also adds flashing lights to his list of safety measures.  It's so much effort and design into something he prays he will never use.

It takes up so much of his time, so much so, he didn’t realize what he had neglected to put his brain towards.  When he runs into Sam, who has also been holed up somewhere, somewhere far darker than Snowchester, Sam is relieved to see him, looking like he’s desperate for a distraction.

Sam starts talking.  Tubbo reads his lips and guesses something like, “have (add?) you but (put?)...ought (taught? bought? thought?)” some word he completely misses, then: “ …earring ate?”  That’s useless.  Sam talks for about five seconds before he realizes, clearly looking embarrassed.

He hesitates over his signs, but having known Callahan for so long, he knows some.  “I… idea.”  Very little.

“Oh yeah?  Lay it on me, Sam.  I’m not keen on prison so I hope it’s not that,” Tubbo laughs and notices Sam wince when he mentions the prison.

Sam hesitates once more, before pointing to his ear, and then back to Tubbo.

“Very true, Sam,” Tubbo says flatly.  “That is something I currently do not have.”

Sam grimaces, before motioning him to the side of the prime path, rummaging through his inventory for a tattered notebook stained with redstone.

“P. O. N. K. thinks…” Sam hesitates, clearly unable to explain properly, so instead he just flips to a page with a diagram on it.  One with some sort of mechanism hooked to an ear.  Tubbo assesses it thoughtfully.

“You… you want to build a hearing aid?” Tubbo asks doubtfully.  “Do you… do you think you know how to do that?  Like actually?”

Sam hesitates, before nodding.  “Ponk’s idea.  Asked about your ears.”

“Do they… do they need to like run some tests or something?”

Sam nods quickly.

“Would that work?”

Sam hesitates.  He shrugs.

Tubbo is not all that stunned by the idea itself, more so that he hadn’t thought of it yet.  He’d been so occupied in figuring out how to make himself into a threat, he hadn’t put any thought into whether or not he could be helped in some way.

“Okay.  Um.  What does Ponk need from me?”

Another shrug.

“You’re a helpful one, aren’t you, Sam?”

Sam laughs.  “You go talk to Ponk?” He signs.

“Right, sure.  I can… I can see Ponk.”

He means it.  He will.  But first, he has a test of his own to run.

~

Niki and Jack have a plan.  They are going to finally get rid of Tommy, and without Tommy, and with Dream in prison, then the server will be at peace.  No more destruction, no more wars.  All it takes is getting Tommy to the right place at the right time.

Jack told her Tommy spends a lot of time working on his hotel, directing her to a spot along the prime path heading toward Bad and Skeppy’s mansion by the sea.  She waits there, burying impatience, as Tommy signs rapidly to that machine Sam built.  Tommy turns around and spots her, looking startled, even uneasy.  Niki doesn’t know why he would feel uneasy at the sight of her, what has she done?

Still, she smiles at him, and Tommy replies with a wave.

“Hi, Tommy!  How are you?” Niki keeps smiling.

Tommy signs something rapidly.  Niki had started picking up the basics after the red festival, but when Wil– but later on, she was more distracted working on her secret city and it fell to the wayside.

“Those were… those were letters.  I know letters!” Niki’s eyebrows furrow together as she tries to watch his hands, but he’d moved too fast.  “Could you… could you sign that again?”

Tommy does so, mockingly slow.  “S… P… R… U… C… E…”

“Spruce!  Okay, I know where you can find some spruce, Tommy!  A lot of it,” Niki says brightly.

Tommy signs something else, something besides letters.

Niki frowns.  “I don’t… I don’t know a lot of sign language, Tommy, sorry.  Could you spell it out for me?”

Tommy scoffs, waving her off, starting to walk away.

Niki buries sharp irritation.  She just needs to get him over there.  “Hang on!  Tommy, do you need spruce or not?!” Niki keeps up that smile, jogging to catch up with him.

Tommy nods, watching her with narrowed eyes.  He signs rapidly, walking backwards so she can at least see the signs, but paying no mind to whether or not she understands it.

“I… I don’t know a lot of signs, Tommy.  I can understand if you spell something,” Niki says again, hopefully with her frustration well contained.

Tommy rolls his eyes and turns back around, gesturing ahead, miming enough that Niki understands he means something like lead the way.

“Right!  It’s– It’s a bit further out, but there’s a lot of spruce,” Niki moves ahead, checking for the coordinates Jack had sent her.  She looks back and sees Tommy following.  He’s so quiet.  Obviously, he’s quiet, she already knew he came back from exile unable to talk, but that’s all she knows.  It’s still unnerving for Tommy to just follow along silently.  Maybe it’s a good change.  Tommy talked himself into fights on more than one occasion and then left everyone else to pick up the wreckage.  The thought is followed by a pang of guilt.

It shouldn’t be guilt.  Why should she feel guilty?

“So, Tommy.  How are you?” Niki tries to start a conversation, looking back to see Tommy’s hands have not stopped moving and she has probably interrupted whatever rambling he’s managed.  Not that she considers that particularly unfair, considering he’s not bothering to do anything to allow her to understand.

Then again, she’d wanted to learn to sign for Tubbo, and she hadn’t.

Tommy signs something.

“Again, Tommy, if you could just spell it–”

“S. O. G. O. O. D. B. R. U. V.”

Niki murmurs it under her breath.  “Good!  I’m glad.”

Tommy walks further ahead, pointing at her, before signing, “W. E. I. R. D.”

“Me… weird… oh!  I’m not being weird, Tommy!  We just– We just haven’t talked in a while!”

Tommy gives her a look.  “T. A. L. K. E. D. N. O. T. F. U. N. N. Y.”

“Talked… not funny…” Niki says it aloud.  “Right, sorry!  You– You know what I meant,” she laughs, uneasy.

Tommy starts chopping down a tree the moment they cross over into Snowchester.  Niki needs him further away.  Much further away.

“I bet Tubbo won’t… won’t appreciate you chopping down his trees.  Come on!  I know a spot, it’s far away from Tubbo’s place,” Niki points back over the hills in the direction of Jack’s coordinates.  She looks back, and almost wonders if Tommy has gone deaf as well, as he’s utterly unresponsive, his focus entirely on taking down the tree in front of him.  Niki steps into his line of sight.  “Tommy?  Can I show you the place?  It’s got lots of spruce wood.”

Tommy lowers his axe, looking irritable.  He switches over to a shovel and mimes like he’s going to hit her over the head with it.  Niki is in full netherite and not actually concerned, but she steps back.  Finally, Tommy gives her a very fake smile and a borderline malicious thumbs-up, gesturing once more for her to lead and for him to follow.

It’s still so strange.  Tommy is clearly still trying his best to be annoying, but it doesn’t work the same now.  Niki doesn’t understand it.  What could have possibly happened to make Tommy of all people fall silent?  Surely, it could only be physical damage that could put a stop to his endless rambling.  Niki’s hand goes to her own throat, and she resists a shiver.  It’s not like the alternative is any prettier.  Niki knows plenty about psychological damage, about not eating, not sleeping, never coming out of the underground until she forgot what the sun felt like…

But that’s a different sort of pain to whatever did this to Tommy.  Whatever.  It’s not whatever did this, she knows it was Dream.  They all do.  It’s always been Dream and Tommy, fighting and causing problems.  Although, Tommy’s voice is what caused so much of the harm.  Maybe if he can’t goad Dream into destroying entire nations–

Niki stops that line of logic.  Even with all the pain Tommy has caused her, it feels wrong to frame it that way.  As if Tommy dictates what Dream does, as if he is responsible for losing his own voice.  Niki knows he’s responsible for some of the harm done.  He has to be, because Wilbur isn’t around anymore to reckon with her hurt.

Niki turns back and realizes Tommy has once more stopped to chop down a tree.  “Tommy!  I think we should go this way, Tubbo won’t like it if we chop down his trees.”

Tommy once more switches over to a shovel and waves it threateningly at her, putting it away in order to sign something very quickly that Niki imagines must be impolite.

“Tommy, come on, it’ll upset Tubbo!  Just, come on, a little further.”

Tommy throws his hands in the air exasperatedly, stomping after her.  He continues to make rude gestures, some of which she recognizes and does not appreciate.

<Tubbo_> [PSA] T - 2 MINS TILL LAUNCH

Niki needs them to move faster, and Tommy is still pausing to chop down trees.  “Tommy, we–” she steps closer.

Tommy gestures irritably to the ground.  It takes her a moment to realize he’s annoyed that she’s picked up some of his fallen logs into her inventory.

“You’ll– you’ll get those back, just follow me,” Niki turns and storms off toward the shore.  “Come on,” she gets in a boat, typing out a quick, panicked message to Jack, begging him to stall.  She’s almost surprised when she feels him get into the boat behind her.  Despite his wordless whining, he has followed.

They get out into open water.

<Tubbo_> [PSA] T - 1 MINS TILL LAUNCH

Tommy leans forward, showing her his comm screen, tapping the message.

“I– I don’t know what they’re doing, um.  I don’t know,” Niki tries to row faster.

<JackManifoldTV> NVM 3 MORE MINS

Jack comes through and Niki just keeps rowing.  Tommy sits behind her, he doesn’t say a word, and he doesn’t cause any trouble beyond tapping his foot impatiently at one point.  It’s eerie.  She approaches the landmass, all snow and ice, and Tommy leans forward, holding out a spruce log indignantly.

“There’s spruce! There’s definitely spruce, just, over there,” Niki nods, and ahead, further down the shoreline, trees come into view.

Tommy gives her an approving nod, before jumping out of the boat into the frigid water and tridenting ahead.  She loses sight of him.

“Tommy?!  Where did you go, Tommy?!” Niki calls, before hitting her forehead.  He’s not going to answer.  She runs further down the frozen shore.  “I just want to show you the best place to get spruce wood!” Niki knows she sounds strained, but Jack bought her three minutes, and she is rapidly losing her shot.

Tommy reappears behind her, startling her with a single bolt bouncing harmlessly off her Netherrite chestplate.  He puts away his crossbow before twirling his finger by his temple, as if to say crazy? before pointing at her.

“I’m– I’m fine, Tommy, let’s just– Let’s just go this way,” Niki steers him toward the hillside, just over it, a couple hundred more blocks, they’ll be in range.  Then, she can lose Tommy and get out of there.  Lose him for good.

Tommy is signing something.

“Tommy, I don’t know what you’re saying!” Niki says exasperatedly as he pauses to chop down another tree.

He gives her a scathing look, and Niki doesn’t need a sign to understand his judgment.  Whose fault is that?

“Come on, let’s just– let’s just keep moving,” Niki pushes ahead.

Tommy isn’t following, he frowns at her, pointing at her, before signing, “W. E. I. R. D.”

“I am not–”

“W. I. L. B. U. R.”

Niki feels as if she’s been kicked in the chest.  “W-Wilbur… what… what about Wilbur?”

He points insistently at her again.  “L. I. K. E. W. I. L.”

“I’m like Wilbur?!” Niki says, sharp and almost pained.  She has this awful, childish impulse to shout at him, “you’re like Wilbur!  You!  You break things!”  She doesn’t, she merely looks down at her comm.

<Tubbo_> [PSA] T - 1 MINS TILL LAUNCH

Tommy stops to chop down another tree.

“Come on, Tommy!  Let me– Let me show you, it’ll be really cool!” Niki is almost pleading at this point.  She wants this to be over.  She wants all of it to just be over.  She wants Wilbur back and she wants L’Manberg back and she wants to see neither of them ever again and maybe she wants to hear Tommy’s chattering, annoying voice or his loud, grating laugh just to know he’s still in there somewhere, but mostly, she wants it to end.  “There’s– There’s so much spruce, just– just come over here!”

Tommy frowns, signing, “okay?”

“I’m… I’m okay, just come on–” Niki crests over the next hilltop, before stopping in her tracks.  “Shit.  Shit, shit, shit!” She hisses, frustration rising in her chest as she stares at a terrible crater.  They had been way off, or maybe in the grand scheme of things they had been close.  Not close enough.  She never even had a chance, not even because Tommy wouldn’t shut up, but this time just because he’d been too busy doing his stupid chores for that robot.

She turns back to Tommy, who runs to catch up, eyes wide, pointing from the crater back to the two of them in amazement.

“Y-Yeah!  We were… we were really close to it,” she says, irritation certainly seeping through.  Tommy runs ahead, and Niki watches him go.  Through the sting of failure and resentment, she wants to know what Tommy might have said.  What he’d been trying to say about her and Wilbur.  She doesn’t know.

~

Tommy knows he probably shouldn’t lurk outside the prison, but he can’t stop himself.  He wants to tell Dream something.  He cannot do that if he can’t talk, because he knows Dream won’t bother to understand signs.  And Tommy wants to be able to say it, to prove Dream hasn’t changed him completely.

He works on talking alone, and not only when he’s a hundred blocks up in the sky.  That’s almost manageable.  It takes some gearing up, but eventually, Tommy can mutter a string of curses with relative ease.  Talking to himself is quite different to talking to someone else.  He trusts Tubbo and Ranboo, he does, but they feel like an impossibility.  Talking in front of anyone feels like an impossibility.  Even Tubbo, who he knows physically won’t be able to hear him, it’s the presence at all, another living breathing person with the ability to cause harm, that is what renders him trapped.

He’s still keeping himself busy, so at least he’s not dwelling in it nor spending a concerning amount of time near the prison.  Sam Nook sees to that.  Tommy continues his tasks, he continues to sign to Sam Nook, and the robot is kind.  Kinder than a lot of things have been as of late.  Tubbo is kept busy too, evidently with engineering nuclear weaponry, from the crater Tommy and Niki had stumbled into earlier that day.  Hence, Sam Nook remains his primary company.

Sam Nook helps in more ways than one.  He is safe, safer than others, at least.  Tommy doesn’t trust it, not at first.  He thinks Sam Nook is reliable, he’s useful, he’s fun to be around, but Tommy has no reason to think he is harmless.  Sam Nook can fight.  He’s goddamn near invincible from how he was taking on the Eggheads and Jack Manifold, although Jack Manifold isn’t quite as impressive.

Tommy pushes.  He always pushes, just to see how far he can get.  It’s always better to know exactly what the consequences are.

He and Tubbo had returned to the hotel following the bomb going off.  Tommy has grown to find his best friend both awesome and a little terrifying.

“It’s funny, you know?  I did the count down and I pressed the button and all that, but it’s not like I heard an explosion.  Did you and Niki hear it?”

“Don’t think we got close enough,” Tommy signs.

“Huh.  Interesting.”

It grows harder to sign as Tommy makes his way back to the hotel to show Tubbo.  Sam Nook is there to greet them.

<awesamdude> YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE HOTEL YES…

Tommy nods.

“Uh huh, uh huh,” Tubbo agrees.

<awesamdude> FOLLOW ME

Sam Nook shows them the entrance, where the front desk will be, and then optimistically says:

<awesamdude> THE FRONT DESK SHOULD BE MANAGED BY YOU TOMMYINNIT…

Tommy crinkles his nose.  “No, that’s boring,” he signs.  “How the fuck does a mute run a front desk?  A very handsome and talented mute, but I can’t do much managing when no one can understand signs.”

Tubbo frowns at him.  “What do you mean?  You could work the front desk!  I could work the front desk.”

Tommy gives him a look.  “You’re a mayor,” he signs.

Tubbo laughs.  “I’m– I’m a what?”

“Don’t know how to sign your job in… Snow Town,” Tommy signs uncertainly.  There isn’t a sign for Snowchester either.

“I mean, I dunno really what I am either, but not a mayor.  We’re a commune, not a government.”

Tommy turns back to Sam Nook.  “Good job,” he signs.  “We’re done for the day?”

<awesamdude> DO YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD DO ANOTHER THING FOR ME…

Tommy rolls his eyes.  He wants to grumble, but he has yet to figure out how to do that using signs.  He squares his shoulders, stepping up to meet Sam Nook, despite the robot standing about a head taller than him.  “What if I say no?” he signs.  He gives Sam Nook a sharp nod.  “I pay you,” he gestures with his axe now, tapping the blunt of the weapon against its chest so it emits a hollow clang.

<awesamdude> YOU MAY HIT ME IF YOU LIKE TOMMYINNIT…

Tommy hears Tubbo laugh nervously and stares at the comm.  He steps back.  “Or what?” He signs, wary.

<awesamdude> DO YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD DO ANOTHER THING FOR ME…

Tommy loses some of the tension in his shoulders.  He gives Sam Nook a begrudging thumbs up.

<awesamdude> I WILL NOT RAISE MY HANDS AGAINST YOU… I HAVE SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS FROM AWESAMDUDE TO PROTECT AND HELP YOU…

Tommy stares at the message.  He gives Sam what he hopes is a scathing “okay,” sign, but he stares at his comm again.  He doesn’t know why this of all things is what reassures him.

Tommy lingers at the construction site between tasks.  He practices, mouthing words softly, never fully verbalized.  When he signs, he thinks of it like he means to say it, even if he can’t.  Tommy starts at a distance, murmuring to himself while alone on the prime path as he approaches the construction site.  Each time, once he gets close enough Sam Nook is in sight, he falls silent.  He gives himself goals.  This time, he’ll try to keep saying something while Sam Nook is in his sight.  Once he does that, he’ll try saying something once he approaches the gate.  Once he does that, he’ll try to whisper something while inside the gate.  Baby steps.  Tiny baby steps.  He keeps on cutting himself off, the moment he can hear himself, however soft, bitter sharp panic shoots through his veins like a bolt of lightning and Tommy finds himself frozen, unable to even continue approaching the site until Sam Nook messages him first.

<awesamdude> HELLO TOMMY INNIT… THANK YOU FOR THE SPRUCE LOGS… WE’VE MADE GREAT PROGRESS ON THE HOTEL…

Tommy can’t help but feel gloomy as he does so, as once more he fails himself.  If he cannot say a fucking word in front of a fucking robot who has promised to never hit him fucking ever, then how the fuck is he supposed to say something in front of the man who very much had hit him for saying a single fucking word?!

He wishes anger were enough to set him free.  It never has been.

It takes days more of gearing himself up, of pushing himself over and over, to finally break through.  Tommy had tried practicing, tried mumbling, “fuck, shit, pussy, asshole, fuck, fuck, fuck…” long enough to get through the gate, but once he got that close, once he feared Sam Nook might hear him, he choked.  It was the strangest thing, how physical it felt.  His words stopped, not by choice, but as if something were holding him by the throat and keeping his voice captive.

Tommy gets inside, he shuts the gate, and he turns around to face the robot.  He hasn’t moved yet, the black scanners serving as his eyes will register Tommy’s presence soon, and that gentle chattering of his voice will be followed by a message in chat via Awesamdude’s comm ID.  Not yet.  Tommy is going to greet him first.  He will not step closer, nor allow Sam Nook to speak first.  Not until he does this.  Tommy feels dizzy, or like he might vomit, but instead he just stands there, hands balled tightly into fists at his sides.

He will not hit you.  Even if you hit him, he’s not gonna hit back, he will not fucking hit you.  He’s not gonna hit you.  He said he wouldn’t.  He told you he wouldn’t.  He won’t let anyone else hit you neither he said, so fucking do it.  He will not hit you.

A whisper he can barely hear, one he assumes Sam Nook won’t hear, and therefore these words are safe, finally, he manages to voice something aloud.  “Hi, Sam Nook.”

A pause, the machine turning to angle towards him.  The incomprehensible chatter, followed by:

<awesamdude> HI TOMMY INNIT…

Tommy jumps back, goosebumps making him shudder.  “Oh, what the fuck–” He squeaks hoarsely, running down the prime path until he’s well outside the construction site.  He sees Sam Nook hasn’t followed.  He hasn’t raised a hand against him, as he had said he would never do.

<awesamdude> DO YOU HAVE THE SUPPLIES I REQUESTED TOMMYINNIT…

“N-” Tommy starts to say no, but he would have to get a lot louder for Sam Nook to hear him from back here––although perhaps not, as Sam Nook apparently has fucking super hearing––so instead he just shakes his head.

<awesamdude> I CANNOT RESUME WORKING ON THE HOTEL WITHOUT THEM…

Tommy nods shakily, before heading back up the prime path, still trembly and with a racing heart.  It is the first time Tommy has spoken in front of a being capable of responding in… Tommy can’t remember how long.  It’s been a long time since exile, he supposes.  Not long enough.  He hates that he knows the last person he spoke aloud to was undeniably Dream.  This is progress, though, because surely that’s no longer true.  Even if Sam Nook isn’t quite a person, Tommy thinks it should count enough that his last words spoken in conversation are now hi, Sam Nook instead of… whatever he’d said to Dream last.  Right.  It had been sorry.  He doesn’t know if pleading counts as speaking in conversation, especially when the other person had no intention of listening to him.  Actually, his last words spoken to another being are technically, oh, what the fuck, which Tommy can at least appreciate.

<awesamdude> ARE YOU ALRIGHT TOMMYINNIT…

Tommy nods quickly.  He’s not talking now, so he can safely go back to the build site.  He hates that that logic endures, but it’s the only thing that gets him back through that gate.

“Fine, Sam,” Tommy signs.  “I don’t have it.”

<awesamdude> THAT IS OKAY… I WILL WAIT FOR YOU TO FINISH SO I CAN RESUME CONSTRUCTION…

Tommy nods again.  He did it.  He had said something.  Only a few words.  He doesn’t know why that’s made him feel worse somehow.  He stands there for too long.

<awesamdude> ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE ALRIGHT TOMMYINNIT… HAS SOMETHING HAPPENED THAT UPSET YOU… REMEMBER AWESAMDUDE HAS TASKED ME WITH YOUR PROTECTION… I AM HERE TO HELP…

Tommy exhales something almost like a laugh, to Tommy it sounds more like a whimper, but maybe he should be proud it’s a sound at all.

“You help me already,” Tommy signs.  He wavers, before signing, “I’m trying,” despite knowing he won’t really understand what Tommy’s referring to.

<awesamdude> YOU ARE DOING A VERY GOOD JOB SO FAR TOMMYINNIT… THE HOTEL IS COMING ALONG NICELY…

“Thanks, Sam,” Tommy signs.  He wishes he could say it.  He wants to say it.  Two more words, said to Sam Nook’s face.  He could do it.  Sam Nook is built not to hurt him.  Built to do the opposite, in fact.  Thanks, Sam.  Thanks, Sam.  Thanks, Sam.  “T-Th–” Tommy stops.  He’s started the panic now, the bouts of adrenaline from his first go of it.  He cannot push back against the fear, not as it’s had time to build into a wall in front of him.  He could barely manage it before the terror set in.  He’s got no fucking shot, not like this.  Maybe he’ll try again tomorrow.  Until then, Sam Nook treats the signs just the same as words.  He’s alright like this, even if he wants it back.  He wants all of it back.

[best-non-english-word-torunament]

Round one: Gezellig vs 우유, uyu

Gezellig (Dutch)

Standard Dutch: [ɣəˈzɛ.ləx] West-Flemish Dutch: [həˈzɛ.ləh]

Translation: Gezellig is a famously untranslatable word. The closest translation is probably 'cosy', but it is much more than that. Whereas cosy usually only refers to a place or a setting, anything and everything can be gezellig in Dutch: a place or a setting, an atmosphere, a person, a group of people, an event... Anything you do, especially in a group, can be done in a way that is gezellig. Other ways of translating gezellig are 'convivial' or 'fun', but they also miss a lot of what 'gezellig' entails. Gezellig can also be used sarcastically: "'I'm having dinner with my bigoted relatives tomorrow.' 'Oh, gezellig.'”

Dutch is an Indo-European language belonging to the Germanic branch spoken by 16 million people in the Netherlands and 24 million total. Most speakers outside the Netherlands are from Belgium, which has a Dutch-speaking area with 7 600 000 speakers. It makes up one end of the West Germanic Dialect continuum. Dutch is also the basis for Afrikaans, spoken in South Africa.

Motivation: It is a word I use all the time in Dutch! I can never find a good way to say it in English, because none of the possible 'translations' actually say the same as 'gezellig'. The concept of 'gezelligheid' is also said to be an integral and defining part of Dutch-speaking culture.

우유, uyu (Korean)

[uju]

Translation: (cow) milk

Korean is spoken by 50 million people in South Korea and 25,4 million people in North Korea. It is almost an isolate, a language unrelated to other languages, except that there’s another Koreanic language spoken on Jeju island whose speakers are switching to Korean. The Korean script, Hangul, is pretty interesting: It’s the only big writing system which is featural, which means that the way characters look are based on how the sounds they represent are produced in the mouth, so that similar sounds look similar.

Motivation: Okay simply because it makes me happy. It's pronounced oo-yoo / u-yu and that is a simple but fun rhyme. But also! The word looks like either two little people standing next each other. Or maybe two vampires but one is missing a tooth. It just makes me happy to say and write.