#though the translation won't convey the feelings behind those words

[tuliharja]

No vittu, simsalabim.

-Uchiha Madara

[kyleoreillylover]

Weakness

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: After that infamous Bloodline promo, where Sami made everyone else break character with his humor, he made you break character in a different way. And you want him to break you in a different way.

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), very loving, top Sami, mentions of Jey and Roman.

translations: Ana 'uhibuka, hasalt ealayki, habibti- I love you, I got you, my love.

word count: 3,914

a/n: I deeply apologize for this. I'm in my Sami era. Love love love him, and I hope ya'll love this as well! Enjoy! (also it should be illegal for his muscles to pop like that in those shirts)

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01

Sami was always your weakness.

His eyes, that showed every emotion on his face, made you weak in the knees whenever he would look at you like you were the sole source of his joy.

His lips, that whispered sweet promises and even sweeter words that never failed to make you laugh and make your heart melt.

His hugs, that always made you feel safe and wrapped in warmth, were your sanctuary.

But right now, all you were focused on were his arms. Those thick, muscled arms that were moving up and down with his hands as he spoke on the mic, commanding the attention of the entire arena.

You were standing next to him with the rest of the Bloodline, a small smirk on your face as you tried to stay in character and not let your eyes wander, but it was a challenge.

His charisma filled the arena, but it was the subtle glances he stole in your direction that sent shivers down your spine. The way he controlled the crowd mirrored the way he held your heart—firm, yet tender.

Sami mentioning your name made you snap out of your reverie and turn to him, your smirk slightly faltering at the look of affection in his eyes.

“We talked about how everyone loves Jimmy, Solo, and Jey, but who doesnt love Y/N!” Sami grinned, his words echoing through the arena, and a playful glint in his eyes.

The crowd erupted in cheers, but it was Sami's gaze that made your heart race. “The greatest Smackdown Women’s Champion of all time, my dawgs!” He nudged you playfully as you tried not to snicker and break character at his antics, even though Jey was trying not to die of laughter in the corner of your eye.

But then Sami wrapped an arm around you, and all you could think of was his muscular arms pinning you down, restraining you in a different kind of hold. God, did his shirt shrink a tighter today, cause his biceps were feeling particularly distracting.

You didn't know if he was doing this on purpose or if it was just Sami being Sami, but either way you were gonna bring him to the nearest room after this was over and have your way with him. Or him have his way with you. Either way you'd be happy.

Which is exactly what you did when the promo was over and the rest of the guys were heading home.

Sami let out a soft chuckle and sound of confusion as you tried to push his body into the nearest locker room at the arena you were at. He tried to slow you down and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your out of character actions.

"Hey, hey, habibti, relax for a second, a little patience won't hurt anyone-"

"I've been patient all night, I can't take it anymore." You managed to finally push him into the locker room, the door closing behind you. The dim light revealed a smirk on Sami's face as he caught on to your intentions. Without warning, you straddled his lap, making him gasp in surprise.

"What has gotten into you, Y/N?" Sami's voice was a mix of amusement and excitement as he looked up at you, his arms flexing as he brought his arms around your waist to steady you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

You tangled your fingers in his red hair, and pulled him in for a hungry kiss that conveyed all the pent-up desire you had been holding back during the entire promo.

"You were so fucking hot tonight, Sami" you breathed against his lips, the words sending a shiver down his spine. "That fucking shirt was practically begging to be ripped off, and those arms…" You trailed off, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, your body pressed against his.

Sami groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer. "That stupid Bloodline shirt was driving me insane. All I could think about was getting you alone, away from the crowd, away from the cameras," you confessed, your breath mingling with his.

Sami's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight.

"Oh really?" he grinned, his hands sliding down to your hips, his touch sending electric pulses through your body.

"I didn't realize you were so affected by my shirt. And I thought it was my humor and charm driving you wild. Don't act like I didn't see you almost break into laughter during the promo," he teased, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

"No, that was all Jey. And also Roman. You're gonna get in trouble with Papa H if you keep making us break character. 'Feeling ucey?' I don't know how the rest of us survived." You admitted with a mischievous glint in your eyes, pulling away slightly to meet Sami's gaze.

Sami smirked, the playful glint in his eyes turning into a more intense stare. "And why didn't you break character then? What was it about tonight that got you so worked up?" Sami's hands slid down to your thighs, pulling you even closer as he awaited your response.

"I couldn't resist any longer," you admitted, your lips trailing down his jawline. "You were out there, all confident and in control, and I just needed you."

You sighed shakily when you felt Sami's hands gripping your thighs a little tighter, his breath catching at your confession. "And right now, I want you to forget about the cameras, forget about the crowd, and just focus on me."

Sami stared at you with a mixture of desire and affection, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours making you forget everything else in that moment. He always knew how to take your breath away with just one look.

He gripped your thighs and in one swift motion, brought the two of you off the couch and pressed your against the locker room door.

The echo of the door hitting the frame was drowned out by the sound of Sami's hungry kiss, his lips possessing yours with a fiery urgency. Your hands roamed through his hair, tugging at the strands as your bodies molded together, aching for each other.

Sami's hands trailed down your sides, sending shivers across your skin as he moved them to the small of your back, pulling you even closer. The heat between you intensified with every passing second, the desire that had been simmering during the promo now unleashed in a passionate frenzy.

As Sami's lips moved from your mouth to the sensitive skin of your neck, you couldn't help but let out a low moan. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin, coupled with the delicious friction of his body against yours, made your senses reel.

"God, Y/N," Sami murmured against your neck, his voice low and husky. You tried tugging at his hair again, but he grasped your wrists in his larger hands, holding them above your head against the locker room door. The dominance in his actions made you groan in pleasure, the raw desire between you escalating with each passing moment.

This is what you wanted. His hands to take control, his lips to claim every inch of your skin, and his body to consume yours in a frenzy of passion.

Sami didn't miss your reaction to his dominance, and a devilish smirk played on his lips. "You like that, huh?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. You could only manage a breathless nod in response, which made him let out a low chuckle.

It wasn't often you were this under, all breathless and consumed by desire, waiting for his next move, barely able to hold eye contact without your senses being overwhelmed. But when it happened, Sami savored the moment, relishing in the fact that he had the power to render you speechless, to make your body tremble with anticipation.

"You think I don't know how you feel right now? Cause I do." Sami's voice was a seductive purr, and his lips traced a path back to yours.

"Cause every time you go out and do a promo, or a segment, or literally anything, I have to stop myself from jumping you right then and there. Your confidence, the way you own the spotlight, it drives me crazy," he confessed, his words sending a thrill down your spine.

"Always fucking teasing me, and now you know how it feels, habibti." You let out a breathy moan when Sami bucked his hips against yours, the friction adding to the intensity of the moment. “S-Sami fuck, please touch me," you managed to gasp out, the need in your voice making Sami's grin widen.

“I don’t know if I should.” Sami paused, his lips hovering over yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The teasing tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to assert his control.

"Maybe I should make you wait a little longer," he teased, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin.

Your body was on edge, craving his touch, but Sami reveled in the anticipation, savoring the way he could make you squirm beneath his grasp. “Teach you how to have patience, just like I have too.”

He took your wrists in one hand, and the other traveled down your body, and you jolted when his fingers brushed your clothed center, slowly rubbing it in a torturous rhythm. Your breath hitched, the teasing making you ache for more.

"Come on, Sami, don't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice a desperate whisper. Sami's eyes held a playful glint as he continued his maddeningly slow movements, reveling in the effect he had on you.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours, his hot breath sending shivers through your body. "Be specific."

You could barely find the words amidst the intoxicating mix of desire and frustration. "Touch me, Sami," you finally managed to gasp, your voice laden with need.

“Not specific enough. Try again.” Sami teased you, and despite your pants forming a barrier, Sami’s fingers circling your clothed center and pressing against you intensified the ache.

"Please, Sami," you whimpered, your desperation evident as you bucked against his touch. Sami, enjoying the game, pressed a little harder, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you," he demanded, his voice a seductive murmur. Your mind raced as you tried to articulate your desire, the teasing pushing you to the edge.

"Inside, Sami. I want you inside," you managed to plead, your breath hitching as he finally gave in, his fingers sliding beneath your pants, meeting your warmth.

“Fuckkk.” You moaned out loudly as his fingers met your clit, curling them in a way he knew would have you writhing with pleasure.

"You like that?" Sami whispered against your lips, the satisfaction evident in his voice.

Your response was a breathy moan, and you nodded in affirmation. Sami's weight on you made you feel every sensation intensely. He continued his skilled ministrations, expertly bringing you to the edge and then pulling back, savoring the way you squirmed beneath him.

"Your'e gonna have to be more quiet than that, habibti," Sami grinned, the mischievous glint in his eyes never fading as he took your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and turning them into shared passion.

Most people had already left, but Sami didn't want to risk Jey or Roman hearing your moans. The two of you were extremely private with your personal lives and family, let alone your relationship. Hell, the only people who knew you were married were Becky, Liv, and Kevin.

But the thought of being caught made heat rush through Sami's body, and his movements became more deliberate, his fingers finding the perfect rhythm to drive you wild without a care in the world.

Your hands desperately clutched at the back of Sami's shirt, the fabric bunching up in your fists as you fought to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the pleasure Sami was expertly delivering.

His lips left a trail of kisses along your neck, each one sending shivers down your spine. His fingers worked expertly, stoking the flames of desire until you were on the verge of losing control.

You leaned your head against the cold locker room door, your breath coming in erratic gasps as Sami built up those flames, the fire burning hotter with every touch.

"Sami," you whined, the overwhelming need in your voice making him suck a sharp breath, his eyes locked onto yours, and the amount of love and desire in his gaze almost brought you to tears.

His eyes told you what words couldn't express- how much he cherished you, how much he wanted you, and how he would always give you what you needed.

"I know." Sami whispered against your ear, his voice a husky promise that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers alternated between flicking your folds and circling your clit, the fire building up to an inferno of pleasure. "I know, habibti. Ana 'uhibuka, hasalt ealayki, habibti." Sami had slipped into his mother tongue, and at the sound of it and those words you understood that filled your heart, you were fucking gone.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, his whispers, and the faint creaking of the locker room door under the intensity of your encounter.

You were so close to the edge, the waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Sami could feel the tension building in your body, the way your muscles clenched around his fingers, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the one driving you to the brink.

"Let go, habibti," Sami murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. "Let me feel you, let me hear you."

You were so close to that fire of release, the heat intensifying as Sami's skilled touch pushed you closer to the edge. You just needed one more push, one more movement, and you would be freefalling into the flames head on. Sami knew exactly how to deliver that final push.

He let go of your wrist, lowered himself to his knees, looked up at you through hooded eyes, and sucked your clit hard.

Your eyes shut as you let the flames engulf you, your back arched off the door, and you couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped your lips. You rode out the waves of pleasure, your body trembling under the intensity of your orgasm.

But Sami wasn't done there. He continued sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue in just the right way to make those flames erupt again and consume you once more.

The sensations were overwhelming, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as Sami aimed to make you come undone yet again. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you couldn't help but whimper his name over and over again, making Sami tap your thigh as a warning to keep it down.

Despite the warning, he didn't let up on his assault, determined to draw every last bit of pleasure from you. Flattening his tongue, he continued to lick and suck, savoring your taste as if it was the most delicious treat in the world. Your legs trembled, and your body twitched as your second orgasm was approaching.

"Sami, I'm close," you whimpered, the intensity of the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. Sami, however, didn't show any signs of slowing down. He seemed to revel in your loss of control, his lips and tongue working in harmony to bring you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Just let go, Y/N," Sami urged, his voice a sultry murmur against your sensitive flesh. "Give in to the pleasure. I feel you clenching around me. You like that, huh? Feeling my tongue on you, making you lose control." Sami's words were a seductive whisper, his gaze never leaving yours as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.

"Don't stop talking, Sami," you pleaded, your voice barely audible between gasps. The sensation of his tongue on you and the sound of his words were pushing you to the edge once more. Sami obliged, his lips leaving your clit for a moment.

"What made you so needy tonight, huh?" Sami's voice was a mix of amusement and desire as he looked up at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "Was it the promo, or maybe it was the mention of your name? Or perhaps it was just the thought of being alone with me that had you so worked up?"

You struggled to form coherent words, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. "All of the above, Sami. But mostly, it's just you. Always you."

Sami smiled at your response, a mixture of satisfaction and affection in his eyes. He didn't need any more words to understand the depth of your desire and love. With a final, purposeful flick of his tongue, Sami pushed you over the edge once again, the intensity of your release echoing through the dimly lit locker room.

Sami eased his licks as you rode out the waves of pleasure, gradually slowing his movements. He pressed gentle kisses along your inner thighs, leaving a trail of warmth as he made his way back up to your lips. Your body was still buzzing with the aftermath of ecstasy, and you could feel Sami's smirk against your skin.

"Did that satisfy your impatience, habibti?" Sami teased, his voice a low murmur as he looked into your eyes, his fingers trailing lazy circles on your skin.

You couldn't help but chuckle, your breath still uneven. "Hmm, I don't know, Sami. Maybe I need a few more rounds to be completely sure." Your playful response earned a hearty laugh from Sami, his eyes sparkling with amusement and adoration.

"Is that a challenge, my love?" Sami grinned, leaning in for a sweet kiss that tasted like a mixture of passion and satisfaction.

"Maybe," you replied with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. You moved to stand up, and Sami instinctively grabbed onto your shoulders to help steady you as you found your footing.

You smiled at him, your post-orgasmic bliss evident in your eyes. Sami returned your smile, his gaze filled with a warmth that spoke volumes about his love for you.

"I love you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a sweet kiss, savoring the taste of him on your lips. Sami's arms encircled your waist, pulling you close as if never wanting to let go.

"I love you too, more than anything," Sami whispered against your lips, his voice filled with genuine affection. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes , wrapped up in each others arms and exchanging sweet pecks that made your hearts race with love, the locker room's dim light casting a soft glow on your intertwined figures.

As you pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint returned to Sami's eyes. "So, about those few more rounds…" he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling grateful for the lightheartedness Sami always brought into your life. "Well, I did say maybe," you replied, matching his playful tone.

Sami chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the lips before helping you both tidy up and fix your disheveled appearance. "We defiantly need to get the do not disturb sign from the hotel clerk, otherwise we might get some noise complaints from people like last time."

You giggled at the memory of Sami lying about the noise complaints during one of your more passionate encounters.

"I still don't know how you convinced them we were just going over moves, and that's how we broke the headboards." You both burst into giggles at the memory of the creative excuses Sami had come up with to save face with the hotel staff.

"Hey, I don't know why you're laughing when you weren't complaining when we were breaking those headboards," Sami retorted with a cheeky grin, earning a playful swat on his arm from you.

"I'm sorry, am I the one that likes to get a little carried away?" you teased, enjoying the banter. Sami couldn't help but laugh, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You wanna talk about getting carried away?" Sami shot back at you, and you rolled your eyes playfully, trying to will the heat away from your cheeks.

"Sami, I-"

"Not even giving me a moment of respite from that promo. Do you know how grueling it is on my vocal chords to talk for that long?" Sami interrupted, feigning an offended tone as he pretended to massage his throat.

"I was not that-"

"Pushing me into the locker room with no regards to the poor door!" Sami continued, his playful expression turning into a mock pout, as if he actually cared for that stupid door.

"Sami-"

"Like a crazy women. I thought my life was over for a second there-" Sami was interrupted by your lips crashing into his, effectively silencing his playful banter. The kiss was a mixture of sweet and fiery, a reminder of the passion you shared.

"Enough talking," you mumbled against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. Sami chuckled, the vibrations against your lips adding to the pleasure.

"Well, can you blame me? When I have the most beautiful and incredible person in the world as my wife, I can't help but lose control sometimes," Sami admitted when he pulled away from the kiss, his tone turning sincere as he cupped your face in his hands.

You felt your heart swell with warmth at his words. "Smooth talker," you teased, but the love in your eyes mirrored his.

Sami leaned in for another sweet kiss, the lingering taste of passion still present between you. "I mean every word, Y/N. You're my everything." He pecked your lips once more before kissing your nose, giggling when you scrunched it up in a playful manner.

"You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Honorary Uce." you replied, your eyes filled with affection. "Now, how about those rounds?"

Sami grinned, realizing that the night was far from over. "First one to the car get's to be on top!"

Before you realized what was happening, Sami took off in a sprint, leaving you to burst into laughter at his playful competitiveness. This was the man that held your heart in his hands, that made you feel hot all over with just a look, that made you laugh, that made you feel desired and cherished.

"Hey, that's not fair! I can't even run!" You yelled as you chased after him, both of you laughing uncontrollably as you tried to chase after him even though your legs felt like jelly, jumping on his back and making him carry you on his back when you finally caught up with him. 

The locker room door swung shut behind you, leaving behind the echoes of your laughter, the dim light, and the memory of a passionate encounter that had ignited the flames of desire between you and Sami once more.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[sacred-stanning]

Chapter 10 Part 1: A Traitor?

As Ephraim heads down towards this port town, we are reminded of the relationship between him and his former lance teacher, Duessel. Though they were from different countries, thanks to their similar personalities, they had a close, teacher-student relationship.

But as Ephraim is headed towards his destination, a messenger pegasus from Frelia arrives.

It seems that the Republic of Carcino, where Eirika was headed, is having an internal power struggle.

The country is divided by people who would side with Grado, and those who are appalled by Grado's invasion of formerly friendly nations.

The pegasus rider says that Eirika was reported to be headed to Carcino, but after that contact was lost.

Ephraim is, of course, worried about this, and he considers turning around and going to help Eirika, but he resolves to press on since defeating Grado is the most immediate, actionable course he can take on his own.

Selena catches up with Duessel, and he initially thinks that she has been sent to support him in his campaign.

Selena presses Duessel to give the orders to attack, reminding him that Renais is an enemy nation. Duessel is still reluctant, and insists that he needs to talk to Ephraim first.

To which, Selena responds, "Yahari, desuka." (It's like that, I see.)

She was testing his loyalty. Even though her emperor, who she holds in high esteem, had told her that Duessel was a traitor, it was hard for her to believe it about this man who devoted so much of his life to Grado until she saw it with her own eyes.

I also want to say how much I love this word, "Yahari", or "Yappari" in more casual speech.

It's such a flexible word, and it conveys a lot of information in one word. I feel like in most situations, it is best translated as something along the lines of, "I see, so things are like I suspected they might be, but I wasn't sure until now."

It's kind of like the English expression "after all", but it can just be thrown out all on it's own and it does all the work without even the need for any companion words, whereas English "after all" would need some help from the likes of "I see it's like that..." or something similar.

It's such a cool word!

So Selena is to take down Duessel, and Cormag is with her. Cormag expresses his doubts too. "Duessel is like a father to you and my older brother!"

To which Selena replies, "If the emperor orders me to attack someone, I will take them down without even the slightest hesitation."

Ephraim arrives just as things are turning, and sees the situation with Duessel under seige. He tells Seth they need to go help, and the army gets ready to run into the port to save Duessel.

Here's who we're bringing.

It's mostly pretty familiar faces at this point, but I'm including Tana because I love fliers, so I want to bring both Vanessa and Tana. And there's enough water and wall terrain on this map that it makes sense to have the both of them.

I also decided on Neimi over Artur. Both of them have kind of fallen behind, but Neimi can maybe shoot down one of the wyverns who's in formation with Cormag? And the more Artur falls behind, the more I wonder if I won't just replace him with Moulder anyway... (They both can promote to the exact same classes.)

Oh, but despite buying weapons from a shop on the map beforehand, I somehow managed to forget to get extra bows. Sorry, Neimi! You can hold out for one more map, right?

Here's our starting position. We've got an initial clump of enemies to our left, and a village that can be visited.

After getting to this point, we'll begin heading south over the bridge to the island/port where Duessel is.

Note the boat on the left. It's a ballista, basically. For some reason, they made these boat ballistas for this stage, and then didn't use them anywhere else in this entire game from what I remember.

It's bizarre in the same way that it's weird how ballistas have an attack animation like other enemies in Fire Emblem: Binding Blade (the first GBA game) but not in either of the other GBA games including this one, even though they are all built on the same engine, with (mostly) the same graphics and everything.

Here's the boat ballista. The one I showed above has a secret book that it drops!

The weapon (long arch) counts as a bow, so it's effective against fliers. But it also only has 69 hit, which is not that high.

Straight down over the bridge, we can see the first of the two islands that make the port. This one also has a village we can visit, and it is where Duessel and his fellow soldiers have holed up to resist the seige they are under.

Aside from land forces, there are also a number of pirates at sea.

Duessel is the leftmost one. He's critical for this map since his death is a loss condition. (Hence the little diamond mark on him.)

To the right is the other island that makes up this port town. We have two forts near the bottom, which will barf out sword enemies, and a big fort with the boss.

The boss is Selena. Or is it!?!?!

(Hint: The boss is not actually Selena. We'll see when we start the map.)

But we can check her out as an enemy unit! She has Thunderstorm, a seige tome, and Elfire.

Finally, on this little island below is where Cormag and his fellow wyvern knights are. Notice that there is one more boat ballista nearby.

I actually LOVE the design of this map. It feels like a very real port town, with the bridges, islands, and little inlets, and the big bridge to the mainland above. Like, I can believe that this place really exists, and I can imagine the traders and fishermen going about their day-to-day lives here!

But at the same time, it's also a good map gameplay-wise! The layout is interesting and gives you some terrain to deal with, and choke points to use.

And as we'll see once I start going through the map, there are also a bunch of fun side objectives, and a timed main objective to make us actually speed through the map without dawdling around!

Good stuff!

Next time: The aforementioned good stuff

[mostly-mundane-atla]

@paragonrobits @veryever alright, here we go. Technically-not-swears to give your writing a punch that "oh spirits" does not.

@terulakimban, @mikaslilworld, and @589ish were asking for this too so I'll mention them so that they're sure to see it.

Adjectives:

Misbegotten. Implying that someone is of questionable parentage is generally seen as in poor taste at best or incredibly insulting, vulgar "fighting words" at worst.

Cursed. Implying something or someone has done something deserving of a curse and have all the bad luck and unpleasantness that comes with it. Probably the most mild example here.

Damned. Considered more severe and material than "cursed" and often refers to a spiritual sentence or a fated misfortune. Whether or not this is an actual swear can depend on the person and the circumstance.

Poxy. This one is a little spicy because while on the surface it's just referring to illnesses like smallpox, cow pox, or chicken pox, historically, it referred to what English speakers euphemistically referred to as "the French pox" aka syphilis.

Nouns:

Animals. Referring to someone as an animal, especially one associated with unsavory personality traits (snakes and rats come to mind as a prime example), is often considered insulting and even dehumanizing. Note that asses and jackasses are actual animals and how off-limits those words are entirely depends on context

Witch. Often used in place of "bitch" becsuse it rhymes and can be used just as insultingly.

Scum. Refers to just about any icky substance that won't go away

Son of a ____. Insulting one's parentage is again in poor taste or straight up fighting words. The blank can be filled by anything: animals, unpleasant or unwanted things, people of any profession considered disgusting or demeaning. Have fun with it.

Inupiat words:

Honestly, if a fantasy version of Inupiat live in this world (and given two characters from this fantasy culture are named after Inupiat villages in Alaska, specifically, I'm going to specify Inupiat and will appreciate it if folks don't generalize it as Inuit) it only makes sense for Inupiat words to be used in other parts of the world. Influence and cultural exchange doesn't have to be a one way street where the "more advanced" only affect the "less advanced" and indigenous languages have always left traces behind.

Inupiat culture, and therefore language, is very matter of fact. Euphemisms aren't really used because no topic is really considered "too dirty" to talk about with any particular group. Insults are a way of showing love and familiarity. Offense is mainly conveyed through tone and context.

The phrase "anak niģiiñ" (anak meaning "poop," niģi meaning "eat," and -iñ being a suffix which in this case makes a verb a command aimed at one person) has been suggested as an Inupiat translation for the English phrase "eat shit." The words themselves are not bad words as you may think of them; the insult comes instead from how they're used to express anger at and disdain toward the person. Lots of words can be used this way, including any of the words for hell or for things I've alluded to on this post already.

If you're worried about this coming off as appropriative or insensitive, you may be lacking some cultural context for this to feel at home. Feel free to read through my "eskimo on main" tag for inspo on that. I'm willing to answer any other questions you may have as well, though be warned, I'm not exactly the quickest at responding.

Getting Creative - Basic Mode - Curses and Oaths:

We call bad words curses because at one point, they were exactly that. You were cursing someone and that was the greatest offense of it. Common curses include wishing death, illness, or injury on someone, sometimes milder but still unpleasant or uncomfortable experiences to befall them, and more rarely things like natural disasters. In a fantasy universe with fantastical abilities and animals, there are plenty of opportunities to customize this format into something exclusive to the Avatar verse.

An oath, in this sense, is a literal swear. English speakers may be familiar with "I swear on my mother's grave" or the more serious "for the love of god" being said when one is confronted. Here the offense comes from something sacred being invoked so flippantly. I think this is what people are trying to go for with "oh spirits" but it falls short for a few reasons. It doesn't invoke any one thing specifically. Anything can be a spirit and a spirit can take the form of anything. Are you invoking spirits of gentle breezes or torrential downpours? Of tadpoles or lions? Saying something like "by Koh's stolen faces!" or "lightning strike me down!" will make more of an impact than "Oh spirits" ever will.

Getting Creative - Advanced Mode - In-Universe Reference as Self-Censoring:

This one can be a little difficult to figure out, but it's probably my favorite one. Basically, you come up with, say, a historical incident or a bit of media that the people in-universe would know about because of its vulgarity. You don't have to explain it, because the whole point is that the audience doesn't know, just the characters. And you have the character's reference it to suggest vulgarity without having to spell any of it out. Allow me to provide an example:

"And then, well, let's just say I recited the last verse of The Earth Kingdom's Ode to the Firelord, almost word for word."

"The Kyoshi version?"

"The Omashu version!"

"And you got away with it?!?!"

Like most of them, this relies on the other character's reaction to sell it. It's loads of fun once you get it figured out because it feels like you got away with a lot when it's functionally just gibberish.