………I knew someone would ask this sooner or later.
I wasn’t…armored up until much later, but, of course, by the time Twinrova started showing us the new “monsters” they’d created…well, I wasn’t in a place to question them.
After I had been…you know. But after that, I changed. If you think the Gerudo didn’t notice the change, you underestimate us. Everyone knew there was a difference. Everyone could see that I no longer tried to shoot down Ganondorf’s plans if they seemed too brutal, that I’d stopped pulling faces if someone praise him too lavishly, that I never threw sarcasm his way. Everyone saw that I didn’t pull away when he touched me for too long. …Everyone saw that I was suddenly loyal to a man I had only recently been frequently and openly at odds with.
Some thought it was gratitude. That I’d seen the good in him after he had…saved my life. He had braved the Haunted Wasteland to find me when I went missing for weeks, he had brought me back battered, burned, and bloodied…They thought that my pushing against him had just been petty squabbles, a clash between two equally skilled and charismatic leaders, and that his actions had…made me see the light.
Some grew suspicious, though. My own blood sister, Zahari, was among them, though she knew better than to go snooping around—for which I thank the Goddess every night now. Most of the others, though? Not so much. They thought it strange that a warrior and thief of my skill could be so badly overwhelmed, be captured, and take so long to free herself—and would need a rescue.
They were practice, really. First drafts. The witches had thought they might be able to do it, and wanted to do it to me in the end, but they needed to perfect the art first. The women who came too close to uncovering the truth…the ones who dug too deeply and sniffed too loudly… Well, you know where they ended up.
And by the time my usefulness to Ganondorf had run out, they’d figured out how to make the perfect Iron Knuckle.
And yes, I might make this an actual thing. Basically, what I’ll do is I’ll post a controversial question relating to the Gerudo, and you will either reply to the post with your response, reblog it, or send it in an ask. I will do my best to post all the responses on here. Try to explain your position at least to some degree (I’m not saying write an essay…unless you just want to, which is cool). Obviously, this is all in good fun, so try to be respectful of other people’s opinions. I don’t need to be starting wars here.
Alright! First question that I randomly mused over today:
Do you think the Gerudo are sexist toward men?
You do realize you’re talking about a race that only produces one male a century, right? And since that one man only comes around once every hundred years, we sort of need other men in order to keep our race on the face of the earth? Which is…a bit difficult to do if you go out of your way to make them all hate you. Not that most of Hyrule doesn’t already hate us after what Ganondorf did, but…Anyway.
We take a more do unto others stance when it comes to men. If they look at us and the first words out of their mouth are “Gerudo whore”…well, you can be sure we aren’t going to play nicely, and steel might be drawn. But if they’re willing to look past that one man and see the confused and misled people he dragged along behind him, things will go much more smoothly.
We’ve never had anything against Hylian men, to be honest. We really can’t afford to, since they’re really the only race in Hyrule that we can have children with. The only reason people may think that is because, unlike Hylian women, we demand on being treated as equals. Not necessarily betters, just equals.
Though if a man wants to treat a Gerudo woman as his better, she won’t object. We’re strong. We’re unafraid. We’re warriors and thieves and women. We have hands that make bloodshed as beautiful an art as weaving and beading. We are tough enough to call the barren desert our home, and we’ll defend it to the last. We know this, and we require that the men we sweet-talk in the bars and alleys know it too.
We don’t settle for second place in a relationship; we insist on sharing first. We’re not the wilting lilies they expect a woman to be, and we won’t pretend to be them, either. If you want to be with a Gerudo woman, you have to accept the fact that she’s your equal. Not many men in Hyrule are comfortable with this, and they find it easier if they dismiss it as “The Gerudo hate men.”
But I assure you, we don’t. We just hate weak men. We hate men who think we’re something to be subjugated. We hate men who are afraid of the idea that a woman may be as strong as or stronger than they are.
We’re only sexist if someone else is first.
To be honest, they’d suspected I was somewhat less than loyal to their son for quite some time. Of course, because I was so highly regarded among the Gerudo, they couldn’t outright accuse me of working against the King. It would throw everything into chaos, and if they were able to prove it, they would risk splitting our people into two opposing factions: those who followed Ganondorf, and those who followed me. For everything in their plan to go off properly, they needed the Gerudo to be unified behind our King—a loyal fighting force to help launch their coup d’etat.
I’m sure at one point, they probably contemplated killing me—either by making it look like an accident or framing some Hylian to further incite the Gerudo against them—but in the end, they decided I was more useful to them alive. The Gerudo loved me, and they obeyed me just as well as they obeyed Ganondorf. And that’s when they…well, you know what happened.
But to answer your question, they’d been watching me and that’s how they found me. I tried to be discreet—I kept all my plans inside my head, told them to no one, and always had an alibi—but they knew I was dangerous. So they kept a close eye on me, and when I went out to the Spirit Temple to try and start my sabotage, they followed.
It’s my own fault, I guess. I knew I was being watched. I realized that going so far from the Fortress alone was dangerous in light of that, but I assumed that they would have enough respect for the Goddess of the Sand that they wouldn’t attack one of their own in her temple. As it were, they didn’t, and that’s where they cornered me.
I am rather fond of the Sage of Spirit…~
…I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. In all seriousness, though, I don’t really have a “favorite” among my peers. There are things about each of them that I like and dislike, same as with all other people. I enjoy playing games with Saria, but I can’t have intense, philosophical debates with her like I can with Impa—but even as intellectual as those conversations go, if I want to discuss leadership, I’d have to find Darunia or Ruto.
Do you see what I mean? They’re all my friends and allies, and while I get more enjoyment out of time spent with some of them than with others, the only time I’ll ever have a “favorite” Sage is when there’s something particular I’d like to share or do with them.
Game of what? I’m sorry, anon, I don’t believe I know what it is you’re talking about. If it’s something that’s going on in your world, Silver might, though. Hope she hasn’t gone too far…
Silver? I need your help on an a—
…Goddess! How long were you standing there? And what are you even…Aren’t you hot?
((Winter is coming.))
Yeah, in, like, six months.
((And the North remembers.))
…I thought you said you lived on the east coast.
((You know nothing, Jon Snow.))
My name is Nabooru.
…Have I mentioned that I’ve considered giving up trying to understand you anymore? You can be very unhelpful at times.
((oops I accidentally outed myself as a throner
also this ask is kind of old double whoops
But in all seriousness, I think that comparison deserves serious arts. I’ll get on it. Someday. Hopefully.))
friendly reminder that nabooru was koume and kotake’s brain-washed slave for seven years, that during that time she got to be known as the terrifying second-in-command of the gerudos and that there’s no way she can get the years she lost back ✿◕‿◕✿
Can we…not remind people that this happened?
Frankly, they don’t bother me that much.
I mean, I personally prefer people to use my full name to address me, but it isn’t that much of a deal. I realize that for some, 'Na-boo-ru' is just too many syllables to have to spit out each time they want my attention. I’m not violently opposed to people referring to me as “Nabs” or similar shortenings—I mean, it’s not my personal choice, but I will respond. Not to mention, my older sister rarely calls me anything but her own special pet name.
So, I suppose I’m ambivalent. I like it when people use my name in full, but I won’t go on a rampage just because someone decided to shorten it, or use a silly—
All right, that one, I’m a bit less ambivalent towards.
Though, I hope you realize that every time you people use it, I can’t help but think you’re just expressing your jealousy.
…Not since I broke a sitar when I was twelve.
No, not a string. You heard me correctly. I broke a sitar. The entire sitar.
The Gerudo pride ourselves on being women who are as skilled at enriching life as we are as taking it away. But every now and then, there are some of us who are only good at one or the other. And I’m betting you can guess where I fall.
….Don’t ask about the sitar. Just… don’t.