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Closer
Summary: Sevika teaches you a lesson when you disobey her and put yourself at risk
MDNI, 18+ only
Warnings: This one's nasty, voyeurism, public sex, groping from stranger at the bar (brief), Sevika being an ass, Rough sex, deepthroating, vom mention, you vom and snot everywhere, jic that freaks someone out, degrading, strap-on, I think Sev calls herself daddy in this
“If you can’t behave, you can sit by my feet.”
The less-than-subtle grinding movements against her thigh seized. Embarrassment heated your face and shame burned hot in your belly when the other card players failed to suppress smug grins. Thankfully, they knew better than to comment.
A very mature huff leaves you, perhaps bigger than you expected but more air was pushed out than necessary when you slammed back against her rock hard body. The attitude wasn’t received well and earned you white hot ash tapped onto your thigh.
Tears of pain and frustration welled in your eyes. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. Just an hour ago you were having fun, dancing and drinking and mingling with new potential friends. Which was more than fair since Sevika decided her card game was more important than spending time with you. So what if you were wearing slightly less clothing than usual? Your new friends seemed to like it, taking it upon themselves to tug and caress the material while inquiring about where you got it.
Sevika didn’t see this as an innocent conversation starter. One of the girls kept looking down your bra, unabashedly groping you in a way you’d be uncomfortable with without a few drinks in your system. Unknown to you, her eyes paid less attention to her game when you weren’t near. When she could no longer contain her fury at the disrespect of someone touching what’s hers, a sharp whistle cut through the crowd. Most of the people had the good sense to quiet down, freeze or otherwise get out of her line of sight. But you, you ignored her. Glanced right at her after the initial whistle, but turned your attention right back to the nervous looking woman who was feeling you up.
After having to go physically retrieve you herself, Sevika was in a less than joyful mood. The woman you were with left with a likely broken wrist and a warning to “keep your fucking hands to yourself unless asked”. Your words of her just being friendly fell on deaf ears, especially when your slightly slurred words seemed to piss her off more. Now you were almost completely sober after being forced to drink water and remain in her lap until she deemed it time to go home.
“I didn’t do anything.” You got the courage to mumble pathetically. The awkward shifts of the other players caught your eye and Sevika went still behind you.
“What was that?” The deceptively sweet voice didn’t fool you. Nor did the soft caresses of her hand that hadn’t unwrapped itself from you since you’d been pulled into her lap. When you failed to repeat yourself, you found your head turned firmly toward her, showcasing that strength you knew you should be wary of.
“I wasn’t trying to make you angry.” Your voice was small with your desperate attempt to placate her. Sevika’s lips turned up slightly at your meekness, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to dole out any punishment at this very table.
“And yet you purposefully ignored me when I called for you. Instead giving that broad more time to feel you up-“
“It wasn’t like that.” A weak protest whining from your lips. You couldn’t even remember what the woman looked like now. Had she been touching you?
“It was, but you were too drunk to see it. I know you didn’t intentionally flirt with that woman. You know better, I trained you better than that. You were just upset that Mommy wasn’t giving you enough attention. Well you got it now, baby.” Sevika mocked you, patting your backside with her metal arm.
“I don’t give you orders for fun. I do it to keep you safe, especially when you’re not in a state to see it yourself.” Her coins slammed down on the table harder than usual, all conversation dying out around the table.
That was the end of that conversation for a whole 45 minutes. It felt like forever, and you know she could keep a game going all night. It also didn’t take long for her protectiveness to make you all hot and bothered, which ended with her threatening to practically treat you like a dog.
Your eyes remained glued to the burns on your upper thigh. The seam of your shorts sat uncomfortably against your clit and you chanced wiggling your hips.
“Last fucking warning, Y/N.”
“Fuck you.” You were painfully sober, horny, and irritable. But even you know you fucked up after those words left your mouth.
The table went silent, no one dared to so much as shuffle a card as they watched Sevikas face transform into something of nightmares.
“Keep playing.” No one needed to be told twice, and no one looked at you two while Sevika undid her belt.
“‘Vika, I’m sorry-“
“Yeah. You will be.” Her fly came down, fingers wrapping around the ribbed strap she wore for convenient quickies while on the job. “Since you can’t wait, go ahead. Sit on it.”
If your face got any hotter it would catch fire. You looked around at the full house and the table full of players refusing to look up from their hands.
“Sit. On. It.” Your whimper and pleading eyes did nothing to sway the steely look on her face as you leaned down to wet the strap with your tongue. “No. The way you’ve been grinding against my thigh for the last few hours? You’re ready.”
Not even close. You could barely take this strap fully even with lube, but her tone didn’t leave any room for argument. Hesitantly, your fingers reached down to pull your shorts to the side. Once you felt the tip brush against your entrance, heavy hands captured your hips in a steel grip and pulled you down slowly.
Slowly, but not slow enough. You haven’t even taken a third of it before you started clawing at her hands.
“Please sir, it’s too much, too much-“ Her thick, beautiful lips brushed against your ear. Sadistic pleasure in a voice that promised suffering.
“So you do have manners. I wondered where they’d gone.” She held your hips where they were, your thighs shaking as you struggled to support yourself. You nearly fell forward when she removed them, leaving you to balance on your own while she picked up her cigar in one hand, cards in the other. “All the way down. Now.”
A sob caught in your throat, but a wave of wetness seeped from your entrance, the pain and humiliation thrilled you more than you’d like to admit. You couldn’t stop the moan of agony as you eased down, getting about 3 inches from the bottom before you had to stop again.
“Please, please, please-“ was the only sound besides cards shuffling and coins hitting the table.
“Val, you sure that’s a smart move? Don’t forget about the last time I kicked your sorry ass.” Just like that, the game was back to normal. There was tension in the air, but you were otherwise ignored as they bantered and continued their game. Like you were just a pliant little fucktoy for Sevika.
You hadn’t moved, and your thighs were starting to cramp under the strain. Steeling yourself with deep breaths, you sunk down slowly until you could rest yourself fully in her lap. Lips brushed your sweaty temple, making you lean towards them in a desperate need for comfort.
“Good girl.”
That wasn’t the end of your torment, not by a long shot. The burning pain ebbed the longer you sat there, replaced by the pleasure you felt before. Her cigar burned dangerously close to your thigh when she rested her hand on your hip. Every time Sevika leaned forward to deal cards, take her earnings, or even make you collect them one time until you shook so much you physically weren’t able, juices flowed out of you around the strap. Your shorts and her pants had to be ruined.
When you dropped one of the coins, a hand wound in your hair to pull your head back until her lips touched your bare throat. Your cry was mocked with her shushing you. When your hands wrapped around the metal arm around your throat, she chuckled at your attempt to pry it off.
“Can’t even do that. What’s the matter, can’t think with my dick stuffed in that tight little cunt of yours? Don’t you see why you need to listen to Daddy? That dumb head of yours can’t work when it’s made for taking my cock.”
Sevika rolled her hips up unexpectedly, pressing the toy against your cervix and making you cry out. The snickers around the table had you curling back into her, eyes on your lap for the rest of the game.
….
“Okay boys, good game. Better luck next time.”
That was a dismissal if they ever heard one. The last of the party goers cleared out long ago, and now it was just you and her as she counted her money.
After about ten minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore and whined.
“‘Vika?”
No response.
“Can I come, please?”
“What a stupid question.” You couldn’t help it, you sobbed. The coin sack hit the table with a sigh and her cigar was put out on one of the trays. “What are you being punished for?”
“I- um, I wasn’t s-safe.”
“No, you weren’t. And did you listen to me when I tried to keep you safe?”
“No, no I didn’t. I’m sorry-“ tearful apologies spilled from your lips until you were shushed for the fifth time.
“Why do you need to listen to me, baby?”
“Because you know what’s- what’s best for me.” The only approval you got was a hand caressing your thigh, but she might as well have been showering you with kisses with how your body reacted.
“How do I know that?”
“Because you love me.” Your face suddenly found itself pressed against her chest, a large hand cradled your head. All of a sudden the need was drained from you, and all that mattered was her touch and her pleasure.
“If you’re good and do as you’re told, I’ll think about letting you come tonight.” She must be getting soft, a voice in the back of your head whispers. It’s hard to focus on anything other than her.
Obediently, you allowed yourself to be pulled up and bent against the table. The strap eased out of you, a wave of arousal running down your thigh when nothing was there to keep it in. A cloth gently wiped between your legs, mopping up the wetness and then being placed in your shorts to catch any more.
“Clean up your mess.”
Fingers gripped your hair, firmly guiding you to the mess between her thighs.
“Chair first, then thighs, then strap.”
The wood of the bench was licked until it was spotless. Its bland taste against your dry tongue had you grimacing, but under her watchful gaze you could only do what you’re told. You did the best you could with her pants, sucking and licking until she deemed it clean enough for you to move on. When that was finished, the strap was placed between your lips.
“Open, all the way.”
Her hands brushed through your hair, each gathering enough to make pigtails and pull your head on and off the strap as she pleased. Tears were once again brought to your eyes when you choked, forced to remain halfway down the toy.
“Breathe. Breathe. I’m not letting you off until you take it all the way, baby.”
You shifted uncomfortably, the cloth in your shorts significantly damp from your stretched-out hole. Fingers massage your scalp as you relax your tongue and focus on the feeling of her thighs beneath you. Sevika makes you take another inch, stilling only when you gag, holding you there and talking you through it.
“That’s right, choke on me.” Her hand releases part of your hair to wrap around your throat, feeling the bulge there. The pressure has you gagging violently, alcohol and bile burning up your throat and around her strap. “Shh shh shh, don’t you dare fucking move.”
From the comforting mutters to a harsh command, her voice takes on the steel tone that you know means if you don’t listen to her, you’ll regret it. Tears are really flowing now and you’re struggling to breathe around the snot dripping from your nose. You can barely make out her blurry figure as you look up, hoping she would have mercy.
“Look at you. Disgusting little whore. My whore.” Without warning she shoves your head down, hooking her leg over your shoulder to keep you there. Her boot digs into your back and you arch away from the sharp pain only for it to persist. Your nose presses against her abdomen painfully and your struggling is fruitless against her weight. “I told you to clean me up, and you just make another mess.”
Her voice oozes satisfaction and sick amusement. Sadistic chuckles and your gagging fill the silence of the room. She holds you there until you stop fighting her, until your muffled groans calm to heavy breathing. Her spit-covered hand smooths your hair back, the other wiping tears off your cheeks with cold metal. When you’re able to sit there relatively still for what feels like forever, she grows bored and pulls you off, the strap popping from your lips with an obscene noise.
Sobs and coughs come around gulps of air. Sevika merely picks up her glass to take a swig, gray eyes watching you struggle to control your breathing. A second cloth finds itself in her metal hand and the flesh one holds itself out for you. You obediently rise onto your knees and place your chin in her palm for her to maneuver to her liking. You try to latch onto the feeling of the soft fabric cleaning your face firmly, yet gently and you’re rewarded with a small smile. A glass of water is brought towards you and the burning in your throat worsens with your whine when she pulls it away from your grasping fingers. Her raised eyebrow has you jerking your hands to your lap, not eager for anymore punishment.
“Open.” Cool water rushes down your throat, retracting every few seconds when she pulls the glass away. You compliantly wait for her to offer it again each time until you’re quenched. The embarrassment of your sniffles and pants subsides when her thumb brushes over your cheek.
“Pretty girl.”
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Summary: When he opens their bedroom door, he's hit by a pungent rotten acidic smell. It flips his own stomach and makes him put his knuckles over his lips. The smell is reminiscent of vomit, and his stomach instantly desires similar release. His disdain for his boyfriend vanishes immediately. He buries his own ill misery, replacing it with worry for his younger partner.
Pairing: Woosan (NonIdol AU) - established relationship
Words: 3511
Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Fever || Fake Illness
Wooyoung has been planning this for weeks. A lot of time and research and actual money has gone into pulling off probably the greatest prank of their couples vlogging career. This specific prank seems to be trending right now, as he's seeing all the other couples they follow posting similar videos- "pranking my boyfriend by pretending to sick" and "will my boyfriend take care of me when I'm sick?" He binge watched all of them and found the content to be very cute. Even the gentle scoldings after the prank is revealed.
And in typical Wooyoung fashion, he wants to show off how abundantly caring his boyfriend is to the whole world. Or to their 307k subscribers anyway. After all, it was his idea to start the channel. And he puts the most effort into making the videos, editing the footage and adding effects. So with San away on a business trip, he sets the plan into motion.
He researches the best way to fake symptoms, leading him to the purchase of a thermometer that always reads a fever and a grotesque recipe for fake vomit. He hoards dryer lint, knowing it makes him sniffly and sings loudly in their empty apartment, intending to make his voice hoarse.
San hasn't told him what time his flight leaves, only that he'll "be back Friday morning." Wooyoung pouted and complained at that answer, but San stood his ground. He probably wants it to be a surprise. Well, two can play at that game. He sets everything up the night before San's anticipated return. He doesn't want to risk anything spoiling his prank. Pranking is his speciality.
He's got a box of tissues, medicine packets, bottled water, and the prank thermometer sitting on his bedside table. Hiding under the bed are a mist bottle of warm water and the jar of fake vomit. He's even set a bucket next to the bed and poured some of the fake vomit into it to really sell that he's been sick for a while. It smells terrible. It's perfect.
And of course, he camouflages the camera in the far corner of their room, angling the lense toward their shared bed to capture the exact moment San walks in and finds him ill.
He's already filmed his whole preparation process, ensuring to keep his viewers in on the prank. He's even started editing that footage already. All that's left is to really play the part. He puts on his fluffiest pajamas (keeping his baggie of dryer lint in the chest pocket for easy access) and settles into bed, ready for his plan to unfold.
He sleeps peacefully through the night, but startles awake at the sound of San's obnoxiously loud keychain jostling on his hip. Usually, he hates the thing. But for today's purposes, he's thankful that San chooses to sound like a human tambourine everywhere he goes. When he hears the door to their apartment unlatch, he quickly pulls the mist bottle out from under the bed. He sprays some around his sheets and some on his face before throwing it back under the bed. He starts rolling the camera, then quickly lays back down, ready for San to find him.
San sighs heavily as he lets himself into the apartment. He rips off his coat, feeling uncomfortably warm in his only layer aside from a loose-fitting t-shirt. He kicks off his shoes and abandons his luggage by the door, not even caring to unpack. He just wants to crawl into bed, ideally snuggled up beside his boyfriend.
He'd started feeling unwell the second day of the trip. He originally blamed it on the foreign food, but the more his symptoms progress, he thinks that maybe his seatmate on his departure flight wasn't just pale due to air sickness like he'd originally assumed.
It was a hellish trip, but he was able to maintain productivity in order to return Friday, like he had promised. And was rewarded with a few days off. He'd originally planned to spend those days spoiling Wooyoung. Now he thinks he'll use them to recover from whatever illness his immune system failed to prevent.
But no use dwelling on it further. He's finally home. Instead he shuffles his way to the bedroom, barely having the energy to lift his feet. He notices that the apartment is mostly unkempt. Dishes unwashed, belongings out of place, trash peeking out over the rim of the receptacle. He scoffs at the sight, mentally cursing the man he calls his boyfriend. He knows the younger isn't much for housework, but he wonders what's been keeping him so busy he couldn't load the dishwasher. Hopefully, once Wooyoung sees how sick he is, he'll clean it up. Otherwise, it will be left in disarray until he feels better.
When he opens their bedroom door, he's hit by a pungent rotten acidic smell. It flips his own stomach and makes him put his knuckles over his lips. The smell is reminiscent of vomit, and his stomach instantly desires similar release. His disdain for his boyfriend vanishes immediately. He buries his own ill misery, replacing it with worry for his younger partner.
San swallows thickly, taking large strides to Wooyoung curled up so small under the covers. He takes in the scene of obvious illness that's settled around the room, side-eying the sick bucket on the floor as the source of the unpleasant smell.
He gently brushes Wooyoung's bangs away to feel his forehead. He's not noticeably warm, but sweat coats his face and their bedsheets. Relief washes over him, thinking he must have already sweat the fever out.
Despite San's touch being feather-light, Wooyoung starts to stir and open his eyes, slowly of course to remain in-character. "Baby, you're home." Wooyoung's voice is perfectly hoarse, all according to plan. Still, he tacks on a chesty cough for effect.
"I just got back," San strokes along the younger's hairline. "Is my Wooyoungie not feeling very well?"
Wooyoung just shakes his head with a pout, adding a few shivers. San responds by pulling the blanket up to his chin. "How was your trip?" The younger asks.
San smiles at his sick dongsaeng, ruffling his hair. "Business as usual" is his simple reply. Leaving out all the bits of his own experiences with illness. "I'll tell you all about it when you're feeling better."
"Kay," Wooyoung yawns, nuzzling himself closer to San.
The smell of the bucket beside the bed demands his attention. The effect the putrid odor has on him is becoming too hard to ignore. His stomach gurgles and bubbles in anger the longer he's crouched beside it. "Baby, I'm going to wash this out okay? Do you think you'll need it anytime soon?" When Wooyoung shakes his head, San grabs the bucket holding it far away from his face and rushes to the bathroom.
He pours the contents into the toilet bowl and flushes all in one quick motion. While he's filling the bucket with water, he uses the sound of the running tap to mask his own gagging. He spits up a mouthful of sick he easily recognizes as the in-flight meal he begrudgingly stomached a few hours ago into the toilet and grimaces. Airline food hardly looks good the first time, but the second time is menacing.
But he doesn't have time to wallow in his own disgust. Not when Wooyoung needs him. He takes a few deep breaths and shakes out the fog from his head. Taking a long look in the mirror, he tries to convince himself it's jetlag. He hopes he could convince Wooyoung, too, should the younger notice his pallor. He flushes his own sick and brings the rinsed bucket back to the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Wooyoung is exacerbating his own symptoms with a smug smile of success. In San's absence, he not only refreshes the misting he'd applied earlier, but also takes a long whiff of the dryer lint in his pocket. The reaction was almost immediate. He's a watery-eyed, sniffling mess when San returns with the bucket.
San sets the bucket aside and sits on the edge of the bed. He plucks a tissue from the conveniently placed box and starts dabbing the younger's waterline. "What hurts, jagiya?"
"Everything," Wooyoung whimpers in such a pitiful way, he thinks he deserves an Oscar for his performance.
"I'm sorry you weren't feeling well and I wasn't here," he wants to lean over and comfort Wooyoung with a soft kiss, but he doesn't want to further compromise the younger's immune system by introducing new germs. Or vice versa. He settles for scalp scratches, which Wooyoung leans into. "You just rest, hyung will take good care of you now."
"Thank you, Sannie." Wooyoung coos as he starts to drift off.
San eyes the thermometer on the side table and it seemingly reminds him. "Don't fall asleep just yet, let me take your temperature first." He pleads, and Wooyoung opens his mouth obediently.
When the thermometer reads 39.2 degrees, San's eyes widen like saucers. Wooyoung hadn't felt that warm. But he resolves that maybe he's sporting a fever and it's making Wooyoung feel cooler to touch. "You’re burning. I'm going to get you a cool cloth," he rushes off with the thermometer in hand.
In the bathroom again he rinses the thermometer and sticks it under his own tongue. When it beeps, he reads 39.0 degrees. Wooyoung still has a higher fever. So he needs more attention. He returns with a bowl of ice water and a washcloth. He takes good care to ring it out and places it carefully on Wooyoung's head.
"Rest up, now. I'll fix you something to eat, then you can take medicine and have a shower. The bedsheets need to be changed anyway." San dictates a pretty organized plan, though he has low hopes of the success rate.
"Choi San, my guardian angel," Wooyoung slurs with a thick sniffle. "I love you," he puckers his lips expectantly.
"I love you too." San resists the urge again to kiss his sickly boyfriend. Instead he pats Wooyoung's thigh and exits the bedroom. Their living room futon has never looked more inviting. He throws himself onto it, completely spent.
He wants to be the doting boyfriend Wooyoung deserves him to be. But his own illness is catching up to him disapointingly quickly. With Wooyoung napping, he's bought himself time to rest. He thinks about cooking something, but the thought of being around food enrages his stomach. And his head feels trapped in a thick fog. He can't guarantee his own safety in the kitchen.
So he opens the delivery app on his phone and orders some comfort foods to be dropped off at the door. As soon as he sees the confirmation screen, his eyes slip closed entering into a restless sleep.
Alone in the bedroom, Wooyoung is feeling a little disappointed. San is doing a great job at taking care of him. He's unknowingly showing off his gentler, domestic side to their fans. But there's been a severe lack of cuddling. San didn't even kiss him in greeting. San always kisses him after a business trip, to make up for all the missed kisses while he was away. He even rejected Wooyoung's kiss request. Physical touch is Wooyoung's primary love language. And San's not being very physical affectionate.
In their four years together, Wooyoung has gotten sick more times than he can count. And without fail San had always cuddled with him. San never withheld kisses out of fear for his own health. San never ever left him alone to nap. The thought flickers through his mind that San is onto his trick, but he dismisses it. Impossible, he's been in-character the whole time. He just needs to up the ante for more attention.
He uncovers the hidden jar of fake vomit, ready to draw back San's attention. He opens the lid. And after a few wet sounding coughs, he loudly pours the contents into the empty bucket. The sound echoes, and the stench of the chunky liquid is even worse after a night of fermenting. The acid smell almost makes his eyes water. But at least the next few coughs are real, gagging on the stench. It helps make the whole presentation more believable.
San wakes to the sound of liquid hitting plastic, and jumps up when he hears Wooyoung coughing. It doesn't take long for him to piece the two together, despite his fevered haze. And he's in the bedroom before he even realizes his legs moved. He sees Wooyoung cradling the bucket in his lap, face over the rim and spitting into it. His breathing is ragged, exhausted.
"Hyung," Wooyoung whimpers, "I threw up again. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
The whole experience is too much for San's senses. The smell turns his stomach, Wooyoung's high pitched voice which he usually loves rattles a new headache. He suddenly feels too hot and too cold at the same time, feels a fat bead of sweat drip toward his brow. But Wooyoung needs him.
He takes two clumsy steps before he bends at the waist, vomiting whatever’s left in his stomach onto the foot of their bed.
For the first time, Wooyoung breaks character. San's never been one to get sympathy sick. So Wooyoung immediately knows it’s an expression of illness. He spares a millisecond glance to the camouflaged camera before rounding the bed, grabbing San before he collapses into his own mess.
"Wooyoung," San sputters, a line of saliva dangling from his lips. Wooyoung's arms are wrapped around his waist, the only thing keeping him upright. He tries to pull himself away, using the edge of the bed for support. "Get back in bed. I'm okay."
"No you're not, hyung. You just threw up." Wooyoung is not the strongest, but he has no trouble escorting San to his side of the bed. He gets San to lean against the headboard, away from the vomit stain. "Will you throw up again?" Before San has a chance to answer, the younger walks over to pick up the bucket filled with his fake vomit just in case.
San lets out a belch as the smell wafts before him, but it's dry and unproductive. He shakes his head at the question, assumingly empty, and turns his nose away from the foul smelling bucket. He's convinced he'll feel better once it's gone.
Wooyoung takes the hint and sets the bucket aside to be cleaned later. He presses the back of his hand to the older's forehead. "Sannie, you're burning up!"
"It's jetlag," he scripts despite how ridiculous it sounds. When Wooyoung doesn’t budge, he quickly changes tactics. "You're sick too. You shouldn't be worrying about me."
There's a lump in Wooyoung's throat and a guilty look in his eye. This wasn't how he'd envisioned the content to turn out. This wasn't how he wanted to reveal the prank. He feels real nausea from the guilt, but fights it back and confronts the truth, "I'm actually not sick, Sannie." His cheeks flood red with embarrassment, "I wanted to do a prank video. For our channel."
"But the vomit?"
"It's just a combination of vinegar, milk, and bread."
"I took your temperature. You were over 39 degrees."
"The thermometer isn't accurate. I bought it for the prank." Wooyoung scurries off to the bathroom and San notices there's not a falter to his step. He comes back with their actual thermometer. He puts the tip in his ear and waits for the beep. "See, 36.9."
San still looks unconvinced. "The sniffling," Wooyoung exposes the lint baggie. "And the sweating," Wooyoung presents the mist bottle.
San's eyes widen, then sharpen into a glare as he scans the room for the camera. He catches a small glimpse of a reflective surface tucked into their accent plant and points at it. "How long have you been filming?"
Wooyoung's head hangs in shame. He fidgets with his fingers in his lap, unsure of anything else to do with them. Instinct kicks in and he wants to put his hands on San, but he’s sure the older doesn’t want that right now. "Since you got home."
San pouts. He's exhausted as his illness settles in. He craves Wooyoung's nurturing. But he's simultaneously angry at Wooyoung for needlessly worrying him. It's a war inside his head that brings a pulsing pain with each new thought. "I'm going to take a shower." He throws his legs over the edge of the bed, squinting his eyes as dizziness sweeps over him.
"Do you need my help?" Wooyoung offers, also noticing that San is in no condition to escort himself. Out of habit, he wraps an arm around San's shoulders to support him. But San just shrugs him off, hoisting himself off the bed and slowly making his way to their bathroom. Wooyoung takes the hint, despite how much it hurts. He gives San space.
While San's in the shower, Wooyoung tidies the bedroom. He removes the soiled bed sheets and replaces them with a fresh pair. He discards his props, and sets up San's night stand with the necessities. Amidst the chores, Wooyoung hears their doorbell and finds the food San had ordered hanging from the handle. The blonde smiles at the two containers of samgyetang.
San emerges from the bathroom dressed in his comfy lounge wear. He doesn't smell vomit when he enters the bedroom, which is a relief. The bedding is changed, turned down on his side, and he settles right in. Wooyoung had everything set up for him. There's medicine on the nightstand. The bucket has been cleaned again and set down for emergencies. And their real thermometer is leaning against his reading lamp. The only thing missing is Wooyoung.
Maybe Wooyoung really left him alone to take care of himself. He knows Wooyoung would never do that, but the thought still stings. He curls up under the covers and tells himself that Wooyoung didn't do anything wrong. He tells himself that Wooyoung wouldn’t have tried to prank him if he’d known. He convinces himself not to be mad at his best friend. He even blames himself for not telling Wooyoung he’d gotten sick during the trip. Thinking about it nearly pulls him to tears.
Wooyoung enters the room slowly, carrying a lap tray. "Do you mind if I come in?" He asks cautiously from the doorway. San, nearly on the verge of sleep, perks up at the sound of Wooyoung's voice. "If you need time, I get it. I just want to make sure you eat something. You won’t feel better on an empty stomach." The small laugh that follows is the most awkward sound San has ever heard.
"Come here," the older encourages, scooting a bit to make room for Wooyoung.
Wooyoung tries not to feel too excited as he carries the tray inside. He's still feeling guilty about how everything turned out. He needs to make amends. He sets the tray off to the side and sits on the bed. "I'm so sorry, Sannie-hyung. I didn't mean to overwork you. What can I do to make it up to you?"
San shuffles under covers, a mischievous look on his face. He nudges Wooyoung with his knee until he falls off the edge landing with a thud on the ground. The older chuckles a bit at the pout on Wooyoung's face. It makes him feel just a little bit better. Reminds him of why he loves the high-maintenance blonde. "You can start by taking care of me," he shivers, "I’m too tired to stay mad at you.”
Wooyoung hops off the floor and climbs beside San is the bed, cuddling him and playing with his hair. He leaves feather light kisses against his boyfriend's warm forehead. "Of course I'll take care of you, Sannie. You're in good hands."
San hums in content, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Wooyoung's chest. "Can I keep filming? I want all of our fans to know that I can take really good care of you, too." Wooyoung asks, eyeing the discrete camera that's already captured the whole altercation.
San smirks. Wooyoung always bounces back so quickly. It's an endearing quality. "As long as you include the earlier footage of you apologizing to me for faking."
Wooyoung is never too proud to admit his mistakes. Another endearing quality. "Guess we'll split this episode into two parts then." He looks at the camera, then at San again. The older nuzzles close to him. Wooyoung reaches for the bowl without disturbing San’s position. When Wooyoung holds out the full spoon, San just opens his mouth expectantly.
San eats half the bowl before he can’t stomach any more. He starts to doze off, so Wooyoung quickly gets him to take a dose of medicine. San’s compliant as ever, ready to snuggle up with Wooyoung and sleep until he feels better. Wooyoung whispers, not enough for the camera to hear, "Just rest now. I'll be right here." San believes him.
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A/N: A woosan fic, as promised. Though I must admit, not the one I was working on when I first said I was writing one. I found a new guilty pleasure and had to write a fic about it. I'll be the first to admit I'm not totally satisfied with it. I've been fidgeting with this fic for weeks. I feel rusty after not writing anything for so long. But hopefully getting back into it will help me regain my confidence. So let's see how this goes.
As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
#ateez#ateez sickfic#ateez emeto#ateez fever#sick!San#fakesick!Wooyoung#caretaker!San#caretaker!Wooyoung#ateez nonidol au#woosan#tw emeto#tw fever#tw fake illness#aki sickfic#aki writes
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Heyy whatcha been getting into lately? Alternatively, what have you been enjoying being a hater of lately?
okay first hello i love how this question is phrased hajdks very on brand for me and two uhhh oh boy a lot of stuff tbh!
so to preface. over the years i’ve had many phases where i get out of some irl person based media (usually 1d or some random tv show) and back into animated series, then the inverse happens, the cycle repeats, etc.? so i’m currently back into animated stuff as well as fully leaning into kpop everywhere instead of what i was doing before, where i was trying to limit my posting in general or limiting it to twitter under the guise of trying to seem slightly Normal™️ but now i’m fully leaning into whatever makes me happy and inspired and if that makes me annoying so be it
anyway—in terms of animated shows i’ve been watching one piece for almost a year now as for some reason i couldn’t get into it when i was younger and then was deterred by the series length, but i’m really enjoying it! i’m about to start the long ring long island arc if that means anything to anyone lol. i’ve also been watching and loooving dungeon meshi, and i’m currently reading it as well! i tried reading it a few years ago and stopped a few chapters in (idr why) but now i’m hooked and am struggling to pace myself…. i might try and do some fanart soon 👀
with kpop mmmm i’ve actually been a casual fan since like 2010 (listened to some 2008-2009 but it was mostly early shinee and random kpop compilations on youtube lmao) but have gotten in and out of it several times? now though i’ve been pretty Involved consistently since 2019/2020, although the groups i follow the closest are ateez, oneus and nct (127)!
i saw oneus in seattle last month after missing them twice and had such a good time (i still haven’t finished sorting my pictures though and haven’t posted like. any oops) and i am tryyyying (like. praying on my hands and knees lighting candles talking to the moon levels level trying) to get my hands on VIP1 tickets for ateez in tacoma and tickets go live next week so wish me luck as i will definitely need it with how pricey it’s likely to be… but also i will proudly commit heinous deplorable acts for ateez barricade sooo either way i’m determined to get my way? aka: i want and need my own y/n moment ahfksksn
also to clarify i’m not a shipper or whatever when it comes to kpop! i may enjoy the odd fic or will cringe read things with my friends but it’s nothing like HL for me; it’s a very different dynamic overall and i don’t get those kinda vibes in a serious way from any groups i follow? although with ateez… i can kinda see why they attract some of those kinds of fans i’m ngl
and on the side, i’ve actually been working on original content again! the one group of ocs i tend to pick up and put down has been temporarily sidelined for a pair i dumped a few years back but am currently reworking and actually have a story for now! idk if i’ll do anything proper with said story as comics are exhausting so rn i’m mostly word-vomming into docs and trying to nail down my character designs. when i’ve got things worth sharing though i do plan to share here as well, if anyone would be interested 👉👈
alternately when it comes to my haterism… i still greatly dislike and am exhausted with miss swiftie for numerous reasons and my god my art twitter is swathed in h*zbin h*tel content?? like actually plagued?? otherwise though there are just things i wish i saw less because i’m simply just not interested right now (aka 1d stuff) or in general and don’t want to start disliking those things because i’m seeing them too much
ok def rambled more than i meant to oopsie doopsie but yeah uhh that’s kinda it! anon i hope you are well and enjoying yourself in whatever you are doing rn 💕 and feel free to share if you feel so inclined to!
#ooh been finally watching killing eve (like for real not just sitting in the room while it’s on) and i’m addicted#didn’t list it bc i’m just watching but god i need… i need developments…#haven’t written for a hot minute and honestly dk when i’ll have the desire insp too sorry :(#especially bc all the stuff i need to finish is for something i’m not much into these days i don’t want to force myself bc then the fics#will majorly suck and if you were waiting for an update you will wish you weren’t lmao#i will try though! i aim to finish one day soon!!#alex talks
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&& @fvrnaceheart ;;
Another moment, another patron drinking far more than they should. By now the rules should be known-- a drop is all they need, or else they may feel the effects just a bit too much. Hatter already out for a call for the pricier goods, while the rare occasion the mouse was on the job came about. Dormy asleep at the podium, though hardly even shakes when they’re pushed onto the ground by the mouse, replacing them at their position, gavel taken in gloved hand and hit against the metal counter.
“ We’ve an important announcement. “ She starts, glancing over the written script placed down, meant for Dormy to read. Though, with Dormy incapacitated on the ground due to narcolepsy, the mouse has taken over-- much to Hatter’s despair where he stands. Particularly given the fact he knows fully well she’s not actually reading the script at all. Hopefully she remembers when he went over it with Dormy, but her first few words afterwards tells him she doesn’t really care.
“ Have you ever felt dispassionate? Unable to push forward what your partner or, whoever else you’re doing at that time needs? “ She sees Hatter’s hand covering his eyes, but she continues. “ Ever so utterly shite at just about everything that you really need something to create what’s necessary? Well, worry no more, passion is here and ready for pickup. And I’m bettin’ most of you are gonna need it. “ Another hit with the gavel onto the metal podium, and she hops off. Dormy seems to have awoken by this point, though in a daze on the ground, and Mally opts to wander around the room, start picking up some of the mess left behind by the patrons. Though, one in particular has caught her nose, she keeps it under wrap that she’s been glancing.
Empty bottle in her hand as she wanders where they’re meant to go, one patron in particular calls out to her. All it leads to is the mouse’s eyes closing, a heavily irritated sigh leaving her lips when she turns to see what they want. The awful attempts at pick up lines aside, she’s simply not in the mood to deal with the man this week. Tries to keep it at that, too, politely decline and walk away-- least, until he grabs her arm to pull her back. Hatter seemed to have picked up the picture, already heading over, but it’d be a bit late for him to do much.
Gloved hand turning in his grasp and nearly breaking his arm, then quick as a fly to grab his collar and hold him up by it. Considerably larger than the girl, most would be surprised to see how effortlessly she holds him up-- except, most of the patrons have grown used to the behavior. “ Y’know, I really don’t think I should have to go over why just touching whoever you want is an issue, but when it’s someone that can snap your neck like a twig you might want to at least try not to be a huge jackass, especially when they already tried t’be-- “
Hatter’d of told her to drop him by now, before someone sent another complaint to the Happy Heart’s casino, last thing he wanted was Jack to come spiraling in for an overview. At that mention she drops the man, turning and ready to just drop it all together-- until she hears something under his breath. Hatter’s quicker than her though, arms under hers to lift her and pull her away, putting her down towards the hallway to his office. He tells her to go wait in his office until later, though she first snaps her fingers. Block of ice forms under the man, and slides directly under his legs, falling face first into the table, then the floor. Briefly, she looks to her side, locking eyes with the cloaked man she’d been watching earlier. Stares for a moment, then turns around, heading into Hatter’s office as he asks her to at least toss the guy out while he’s unconscious, though she’s opting to leave that up to him for now.
With Hatter now fidgeting with trying to pull the man’s body out so he’s not trampled by the customers (bloodstains rarely made the shoppe look good after all), she popped herself down on one of Hatter’s couches, legs moved to rest upon the table as Mapleleaf moves to sit upon her lap. She hears footsteps, and can only assume with the commotion going on in the shoppe, that it’s not Hatter returning to his office. Wave of her hand causes water to swirl around an apple, lifting it to her palm as the water freezes in the shape of a blade. Small hum when she starts peeling the skin, not speaking, not acknowledging, just waiting to see what he does.
#fvrnaceheart#me: time to write a nice short n sweet starter#me: word voms everywhere#she just had to go cause a guy to potentially bleed profusely#possibly not but possibly so she wouldnt know she immediately left hatter to deal w it bc shes a bitter lil shit#this is;;; not short but even tho i do have a tag for long threads#i'm not;;;; tagging it w it l o l#t. Short. ( DREAM PAST THE DAYS YOU’VE SURVIVED. )
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@irishtemplar said: ❛ how could you know what it feels like to lose it all ? ❜
.... some meme, i suck ok.
“--- I think you’ll find yerself in a better position to answer that yerself when yer done diggin’ into yer own self-pity.” She doesn’t mean for it to sound to abrupt, but sat before her like he is the only person in the world to have suffered rubs her up the wrong way, though if prodded, she wouldn’t say much else on the matter. Once upon a time, the tables around her had been full of familiar faces-- people she held closer than those of her own blood. Not all losses were the same, she knows that well enough, but none of it could truly be discredited if it made the heart heavy and the nights lonely. She doesn’t mean to be harsh, but the world is crueller than her tongue can be and a good tug on the ear was better coming from her, rather than someone keen to slit his throat the second it was bared.
The tables are no longer full, and with the empty chairs at empty tables comes a pang of longing for the rough and tumble lot that had wiggled into the fonder, softer part of her heart when she’d least expected it. Edward, the arrogant sod with the crookedness of his grin and his lust for gold. Thatch with his songs and stories that would make even the crudest sailor blush. Rackham with his clutziness and the colourfulness of his clothing. James. God, her beloved James. It’s been years and she can still see his face when Edward had placed him into the boat. He looked like he’d been sleeping, and by god even through the pain of it all... she kept thinking that he would wake up and she would no longer be alone in the world.
Anne doesn’t think of her son because when she does, her heart breaks into a thousand tiny pieces and no amount of scraping the floor would ever clear up the shards. She’d cut her fingers until they bled, but it would never make that ache go away. She’d blamed herself at the time. She still does. She’d have been hung for her trouble, but if she had stayed and given birth in that prison, he would have lived and he might’ve lived a full life. Grief and guilt churn like the beginnings of a storm in her guts. Anne looks at Shay and the brief hardness in her eyes softens. “Don’t go thinkin’ yer the only one who’s known heartbreak in yer life. I guarantee there’s a lot more of us sufferin’ along with ye than you’d think.”
#irishtemplar#* ic / well you know what they say? sometimes it’s better this way : answered.#* verse / i was always just a poor girl though my story’s seldom told : main.#fuck i'm sorry this got very long winded#i would have written more but i doubt you want me word vomming everywhere#death /#child death /
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@softestmood || sc
Folks of every kind ventured into Uncle Ollie’s. It was a quaint, mom and pop type shop; rustic and worn, but not without charm. Benji was coming up on what was to be his fourth year of employment with the place. Wasted years, in his opinion. Sure, he loved to marvel over the endless rock memorabilia mounted upon the walls. He fawned over tattered records for hours, many of which had probably outlived their original owners. He even dreamed, sometimes, of his own music, someday, taking up shelf space in this very shop.
But reality always reared its ugly head.
It was during one such instance that Benji, perched upon the front counter with his chin rested in his palm and his shoulders slumped, heard the little bell over entryway titter. A customer. The first customer in hours. Record shops were hardly popular these days. He’d come to appreciate any variety of company during his shifts. Mostly.
He gave the patron a quick glance over, from toe to head, then leaned back on his palms. First impression? He was a short little shit and seemed like the stuck up, born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-mouth kind of guys. Those clothes? Probably designer. Accessories? On point, but definitely expensive. The question was, what was he doing in a hole-in-the-wall establishment like Ollie’s?
Benji, ordinarily not concerned with what other people thought of him, was suddenly very aware of his own secondhand sweater and cracked leather pants. He could practically feel a spotlight on his grown out roots, on the swatches of rubber peeling away from the soles of his boots.
But it was a temporary feeling. As soon as it came, it was gone.
“Welcome to Ollie’s Records,” he drawled through a lazy grin. His eyes lit up. They blazed like flames. “Lookin’ for anything in particular? Or are you just here to show off that hat?”
#( me: i'm gonna write a short simple starter )#( also me: word voms everywhere )#( i hope this works! )#( lemme know if i need to change anything or write you a new one! )#softestmood#( virote 001 )#►stab me in the back ( ᴠ. ᴍᴀɪɴ )
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Folge vom 15.4.2020
Part 2
Britta: Yeah intermenstrual bleedings can occur when you ovolate.*
Tobias: I feel like everywhere it’s all about eggs.**
Ringo: Yep.
Ringo: Tell me… about Easy… he is overdoing it with that breeder, right?
Tobias: Why? If he is further taking such good care of it, you’ll soon carry around a chicken in the stroller.
Ringo: Haha. And I already ordered a romper for Coco. Calimero, I mean of course.
Tobias: Freudian slip, huh?
Ringo: If you say so.
Tobias: Anyhow, you don’t get tired of mentioning Coco.
Ringo: Well of course I miss her sometimes, but it just didn’t work out with us and Coco.
Tobias: What do you mean? You and Coco?
Ringo: Easy and I also were thinking about getting the guardianship for Coco.
Tobias: If Vivi would have known that, she surely would have gladly entrusted you with Coco.
Ringo: No, she wouldn’t have and you know that and it doesn’t matter anymore. Now the little one is somewhere in Offenbach and burns her little mouth, because Angelina is too stupid to temper the milk right.
Tobias: Ringo.
Ringo: Yeah. Sorry. It’s better, that she is with her mom. She is trying and she probably is doing a great job.
Tobias: You make fun of Easy and his Calimero again.
Ringo: Why?
Tobias: I feel like you would like to adopt a child far more than him.
Ringo: Don’t you have some important cases on your desk.
*Little Lotta has gotten her period for the first time and Britta is helping her, since Lotta is more comfortable talking to her about it than with her father. So that’s why she is talking about menstruation and stuff.
** In German Ovolation is called „Eisprung“ so it contains the word egg (= Ei) so that’s why he’s making that joke.
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Translation: German manga of “The Minish Cap”, Part 1: “Link and Vaati”
So, after long last, I have translated all seven chapters of the German version of the manga version of “The Minish Cap” in the entirety. Because I could. I also have the Japanese and Italian copies of “The Minish Cap” and the German version of “Four Swords” that I’ll also do eventually.
Also, I’m tempted to do some translation theories, too (in the same vein as the “Forest vs. Town” argument analysis)...
But, for now: here is the completed first chapter! I’ll try to remember to post one chapter a day.
My translation key:
DT: „direct translation" (translated word for word)
EQ: "English equivalent" (as in, as close to an English-sounding sentence as it's gonna get)
DT/EQ: „"direct translation/English equivalent" (for when the DT is so similar to an EQ that it's practically English already)
OE: "official English (translation as given in the English version of "The Minish Cap")"
(NOTE:) "anything I need to point out" (exactly what it says on the tin)
BG: „backwards German" for the Minish language in forwards form
BOE: "the forwards version of the Minish language in the OE version"
BOET: "the TRANSLATION of the forwards version of the Minish language in the OE version"
My translation work under the cut.
1. KAPITEL: „LINK UND VAATI"
1ST CHAPTER: "LINK AND VAATI"
CHAPTER 1: "LINK AND VAATI"
Erzähler: „Kennt ihr die Minish?"
DT: „Know you all the Minish?"
EQ: "Do you all know the Minish?"
OE: "Do you know about the Picori?"
(NOTE: The book never specifies who's narrating, so I'm bringing back my default Storyteller.)
Erzähler: „Die Minish sind daumengroße Lebewesen, die überall leben."
DT: „The Minish are thumb-sized creatures, that everywhere live."
EQ: "The Minish are thumb-sized creatures that live everywhere."
OE: "They're teeny, tiny creatures the size of your thumb that live everywhere in our world."
Erzähler: „Die Menschen wissen nichts davon..."
DT: „The humans know not thereof..."
EQ: "The humans don't know it..."
OE: "Normal folks rarely see them..."
Erzähler: „...aber sie helfen uns immer wieder, ohne dass wir es wahrnehmen können."
DT: „...but they help us always again, without that we it perceive able."
EQ: "...but they help us again and again, without us being able to perceive it."
OE: "...But when we're not looking, they help us out."
(NOTE: Extremely idiomatic. Another translation could be "without us being able to be aware of it".)
Erzähler: „Denn die Minish..."
DT/EQ: „"Because the Minish..."
OE: "That's because..."
Erzähler: „...lieben uns Menschen."
DT/EQ: „"...love us humans."
OE: "...the Picori love people!"
Link: „Und hopp!"
DT: „And hopp!"
EQ: "One, two!"/"Alley-oop!"
OE: "Hup... Two..."
(NOTE: Both translations work and make an equal amount of sense.)
Toneffekte: „KLONG KLING"
DT/EQ: „"KLONG KLING"
OE: "KLANG KLANG"
(NOTE: This is what I'm calling the "Sound Effects".)
Alberich: „Schönes Schwert. Sicher haben die Minish uns dabei geholfen."
DT: „Beautiful sword. Certainly (x) the Minish us with helped."
EQ: "Beautiful sword. The Minish certainly helped us with it."
OE: "Oh my... That's a GOOD sword. The Picori must've pitched in on this one!"
(NOTE: Alberich is still Smith. And conversational past.)
Link: „Opa, gibt es die Minish wirklich?"
DT: „Grandpa, is there the Minish real?"
EQ: "Grandpa, are the Minish real?"
OE: "Grandfather, do the Picori really exist?"
(NOTE: Yay, my least-favourite idiom.)
Alberich: „Na, aber sicher doch. Es heißt, nur Kinder können die Minish sehen."
DT: „Well, but certainly still. It (is) said, only children can the Minish see."
EQ: "Well, sure enough/for sure. It is said that only children can see the Minish."
OE: "They say only children can see Picori. If you truly believe, you may see them yourself."
(NOTE: ...Idioms. Bah.)
Link: „Wirklich...? Ich habe sie noch nie gesehen..."
DT: „Really...? I (x) them still never seen..."
EQ: "Really...? I've still never seen them..."
OE: "Really?! I've NEVER seen anything like that!"
Link: „Oh, ich muss jetzt trainieren! Bis später!!"
DT: „Oh, I must now train! Until later!!"
EQ: "Oh, I must train now! See you later!!"
OE: "Yipes! See ya later, Grandfather!"
(NOTE: Take a drink for every time "Yipes" is used in the English translation. You'll be dead by the time Chilta shows up.)
Alberich: „Gib acht, Link!"
DT: „Give attention, Link!"
EQ: "Be careful, Link!"
OE: "Have fun, Link!"
(NOTE: I think the idioms are killing me more quickly than the game did.)
SIGN ON DOOR: „Magnus-Dojo"
DT/EQ: „"Magnus-Dojo"
OE: "Swiftblade's Dojo"
(NOTE: What English calls Swiftblade, that is.)
(The German Translation then adds in an explanation for what a Dojo is).
[ADDENDUM: „Trainingshalle für Kampfsportarten."
DT/EQ: „"Training-hall for martial-arts."]
Link: „Hyaah!! Yaah!! Haaah!!"
DT/EQ: „"Hyaah!! Yaah!! Haaah!!"
OE: "Dah! Hyah! Taaah!"
(NOTE: Link stayed Link. Naturally.)
Toneffekte: „Bamm Klatsch Huah!"
DT/EQ: „"Bam Clash Huah!"
OE: "Whack Whack Yah!"
Magnus: „Genug, Jungs! Das Training ist für heute beendet!"
DT: „Enough, boys! The training is for to-day finished!"
EQ: "Enough, boys! The training is finished for to-day!"
OE: "All right! That's enough for today! Hmph!"
Magnus: „Morgen ist das Minish-Fest mit dem Kampfturnier!"
DT/EQ: „"To-morrow is the Minish-Festival with the Martial Arts/Fighting-Tournament!"
OE: "It's time for the annual Martial Arts Tournament at the Picori Festival."
(NOTE: I'll just go with "martial arts" for now, since that's what the original Japanese used. This must be the reason how Vaati got in without a sword.)
Magnus: „Wer daran teilnimmt, kämpft im Namen unseres Dojos! Viel Erfolg!"
DT: „Who there of partake, fights in (the) name (of) our Dojo! Much success!"
EQ: "Whoever partakes in it fights in the name of our Dojo! I wish your success!"
OE: "Participants, your behavior must bring honor to the Swiftblade Dojo."
(NOTE: ...But... The English door said "Swiftblade's Dojo"... Which is it?)
Toneffekte: „Glänz"
DT/EQ: „"Gleam"
OE: "Shine"
Toneffekte: „Japs Japs"
DT/EQ: „"Gasp gasp"
OE: "Huff puff"
Link: „Jawohl!!"
DT: „Yes indeed!!"
EQ: "Yessir!!"
OE: "Yes, Sensei!"
(NOTE: Can also simply mean "Yes!!" in a very emphatic manner... But since Link is saying this to Swiftblade, I thought the "sir" part made more sense...)
Magnus: „Hm? Link, du schaust nur zu."
DT: „Hm? Link, you watch only (x)."
EQ: "Hm? Link, you're only watching."
OE: "Hmm? You will only be observing, Link."
(NOTE: "zuschauen"...)
Link: „Waas?! Ich bin aber angemeldet..."
DT: „Whaat?! I (x) but registered..."
EQ: "Whaat?! I already registered..."
OE: "Huuh?! B-But I registered to compete!"
Link: „Bitte, Meister! Ich möchte wissen, wie gut ich bin!"
DT/EQ: „"Please, Master! I would like (to) know, how good I am!"
OE: "Please, Sensei! I want to test my skills!"
(NOTE: There's only one reason I can think of for why German Link calls him "Meister" and not "Sensei"... And that's probably to draw a parallel towards German Vaati, who ALSO calls his teacher, Ezlo, "Meister" in specific.)
Magnus: „Viel zu früh für dich! Der Weg der Schwertkunst ist lang! Noch bist du nicht reif genug!"
DT: „Much too early for you! The way (to) the sword-arts is long! Still are you not ready enough!"
EQ: "Much too early for you! The way to swordsmanship is long! You are still not ready enough!"
OE: "Hmph! I said no! The way of the sword is precise and disciplined! You are not yet ready! Hmph!"
(NOTE: EINS, ZWEI, DREI, MARIONETTE NUN SEI.)
Toneffekte: „Glänz"
DT/EQ: „"Gleam"
OE: "Shine"
Link: „Menno. Menno. Menno."
DT/EQ: „"Man. Man. Man."
OE: "Hmph! Tsk! Rats!"
(NOTE: „Menno" is sort of an... Interjection for annoyance/indignation. Seen as rather childish. Another way to translate it would be something like "Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.")
Link: „Und dafür habe ich acht Stunden am Tag geübt! Es gibt doch nur ein Turnier im Jahr..."
DT: „And for that (x) I eight hours of (the) day practised! There is still only a Tournament (of) the year..."
EQ: "And I practised for eight hours a day for that! There's only one Tournament a year..."
OE: "I practiced hours and hours every day for this! The Tournament's just once a year!"
Toneffekte: „Murmel Grummel"
DT/EQ: „"Mumble grumble"
OE: "Mutter grumble"
Link: „Yaaaah!! Wirbelattacke!!"
DT/EQ: „"Yaaah!! Swirl-attack!!"
OE: "Swiftblade School Spin Attack!!"
(NOTE: English version, please... Is it "Swiftblade's Dojo", "Swiftblade Dojo", or "Swiftblade School"??? Make up your mind...)
Vaati: "Hi hi."
DT/EQ: „"Hee hee."
OE: "Heh!"
(NOTE: Likewise, Vaati stayed Vaati. That is, from the Japanese version's Gufuu...)
Vaati: „Ha ha ha ha"
DT/EQ: „"Ha ha ha ha"
OE: "Heh heh heh heh"
Link: „He, du! Was lachst du?!"
DT: „Hey, you! What laughing you?!"
EQ: "Hey, you! What are you laughing at?!"
OE: "Hey, you! Are you laughing at me?!"
Vaati: „Ach... Deine kindische Technik war witzig..."
DT/EQ: „"Oh... Your childish Technique was humorous..."
OE: "I had to... ...It was such a pathetic display."
Link: „WAAAS?!"
DT/EQ: „"WHAAAT?!"
OE: "WHAT?!"
Vaati: „Tja... Ich zeige dir, wie man richtig Bäume fällt..."
DT: „Oh, well... I show (to) you, how one correctly trees cut down..."
EQ: "Oh, well... I'll show you how one correctly cuts down trees..."
OE: "Now, now. Want to see the REAL way to defeat a tree?"
Toneffekte: „Baazzack!!"
DT/EQ: „"Baazzack!!"
OE: KRAK KRAK KRAK KRAK"
(NOTE: NO CLUE.)
Vaati: „He he he he..."
DT/EQ: „"He he he he..."
OE: "Heh heh heh heh"
Link: „Was... Was war das?!"
DT/EQ: „"What... What was that?!"
OE: "Who... Who is that guy?"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Hallo, Link!"
DT/EQ: „"Hello, Link!"
OE: "Link!"
(NOTE: Name's the same.)
Prinzessin Zelda: „Link!"
DT/EQ: „"Link!"
OE: "Link!"
Link: „Prinzessin Zelda!"
DT/EQ: „"Princess Zelda!"
OE: "Princess Zelda!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Was ist denn hier passiert?"
DT: „What (x) then here happened?"
EQ: "What happened here?"
OE: "What happened here?"
(NOTE: FINALLY. A MATCHING LINE OF DIALOGUE. THANK YOU, PRINCESS.)
Link: „Ach, nichts! Bist du mal wieder allein vom Schloss hierher gelaufen? Der Minister macht bestimmt wieder ein großes Theater."
DT: „Oh, nothing! (x) You (softner) again alone from (the) Castle here run? The Minister makes certainly again a great fuss."
EQ: "Oh, nothing! Did you run here from the Castle alone again? The Minister will certainly make a great fuss again."
OE: "Nothing... Never mind. Did you sneak out of the Castle again? The Minister's gonna be mad!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Nun, heute ist doch das Minish-Fest. Lass uns zusammen dort hingehen!"
DT: „Well, to-day is still the Minish-Festival. Let us together there go!"
EQ: "Well, to-day is the Minish-Festival. Let's go there together!"
OE: "But the annual Picori Festival is today. C'mon, let's go see it together!!"
(NOTE: I love how Zelda just casually dodges the question.)
Link: „Nö."
DT/EQ: „"Nope."
OE: "I'm not going."
(NOTE: ...Bröther. The lämp...)
Toneffekte: „Fosch"
DT/EQ: „"Fosch"
OE: "Fwp"
(NOTE: Okay, no clue.)
Prinzessin Zelda: „Warum nichts?"
DT/EQ: „"Why not?"
OE: "Why not?"
Link: „Ich muss trainieren! Geh du allein hin!"
DT: „I must train! Go you alone there!"
EQ: "I must train! Go there alone!"
OE: "I'm too busy training! If you wanna go, go alone!"
Toneffekte: „Heul..."
DT/EQ: „"Cry..."
OE: "Plip"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Du bist so gemein! Ich habe mich so drauf gefreut, mit dir auf das Fest zu gehen..."
DT: „You are so mean! I (x) myself so (x) pleased, with you to the Festival to go..."
EQ: "You're so mean! I was so looking forward to going to the Festival with you..."
OE: "Why are you being so mean? I s-snuck out so w-we could g-go together!"
(NOTE: Idiomatic...)
Toneffekte: „Flenn flenn"
DT/EQ: „"Blub blub"
OE: "Sniff sob wail"
Link: „Ooooch, das war doch nur ein Witz! Ich hab mich auch darauf gefreut!"
DT: „Oooohh, that was still only a joke! I (x) myself also there pleased!"
EQ: "Oooohh, it was only a joke! I was looking forward to it, too!"
OE: "R-Right... I was just kidding! I've been looking for you!"
(NOTE: *intense sobbing*)
Link: „Wein doch nicht, Zelda. Komm, wir gehen los!!"
DT: „Cry still not, Zelda. Come, we go let's!!"
EQ: "Don't cry, Zelda. Come, let's go!!"
OE: "Please don't cry! We've got too much to see!"
Toneffekte: „Freu"
DT/EQ: „"Pleased"
OE: "Perk"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Ja. ♪"
DT/EQ: „"Yes. ♪"
OE: "Yaay! ♪"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Schnell! Es fängt schon an!"
DT/EQ: „"Quick! It began already (x)!"
OE: "Come on! It's already starting!"
Toneffekte: „Bumm bumm bumm"
DT/EQ: „"Boom boom boom"
OE: "BOOM BOOM BOOM"
Link: „..."
DT/EQ: „"..."
OE: "..."
(NOTE: Finally, a game-accurate line of dialogue.)
Link: „Das war ja schon immer so... Ich kann nie »Nein« zu ihr sagen..."
DT: „That was indeed already always so... I can never »No« to her say..."
EQ: "It's always been this way... I can never say »No« to her..."
OE: "It's been like this ever since we were little... I can't say no to her."
(NOTE: Yes, the French-style quotation marks are used.)
Toneffekte: „DING DONG"
DT/EQ: „"DING DONG"
OE: "KLANG KLANG"
Leute: „Oh, Prinzessin Zelda! Link, du bist ja echt gut mit ihr befreundhet."
DT: „Oh, Princess Zelda! Link, you are indeed really good with her friendly."
EQ: "Oh, Princess Zelda! Link, you really are friendly with her."
OE: "Look, it's Princess Zelda! You two sure are close, aren't you, Link?"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Oh, hi hi. ♥"
DT/EQ: „"Oh, hi hi. ♥"
OE: "Tee-hee!"
Link: „Sei ruhig! Komm, Zelda!!"
DT/EQ: „"Be quiet! Come, Zelda!!"
OE: "Shut up!! Let's go! C'mon!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Warte, Link! Da gibt es eine Lotterie!"
DT: „Wait, Link! There there is a lottery!"
EQ: "Wait, Link! There's a lottery over there!"
OE: "Wait, Link. There's a lottery!"
Link: „Ach, da gewinnt man eh nie! Höchstens nur einen Trostpreis..."
DT: „Oh, there win one anyway never! Mostly only a consolation-prize..."
EQ: "Oh, no-one ever wins those! At most, just a consolation-prize..."
OE: "Why bother No one ever wins... Not the good prizes, just the cheesy little ones!"
Toneffekte: „Kling klong"
DT/EQ: „"Kling klong"
OE: "RING RING"
Bruna: „Hauptgewinn!!"
DT/EQ: „"Jackpot!!"
OE: "We have a big winner!"
(NOTE: Bruna is still Pina. You'll see why I keep saying "still" much, much later...)
Bruna: „Hauptgewinn an die Prinzessin! Ihr habt freie Auswahl!"
DT/EQ: „Jackpot for the Princess! You have free choice!"
OE: "First prize right at the start! Choose anything you like!"
Toneffekte: „KLONG KLONG"
DT/EQ: „"KLONG KLONG"
OE: "RING RING"
Person 2: „Wahnsinn!"
DT/EQ: „"Madness!"
OE: "Wow, Princess!"
Person 3: „Prinzessin, nehmt den herzförmigen Stein! Er steht Euch gut!"
DT/EQ: „"Princess, take the heart-shaped stone! It suits you well!"
OE: "Get the heart-shaped stone, Princess! It's cute! It'd look GREAT on you!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Ich nehme diesen Schild."
DT: „I take this shield."
EQ: "I'll take this shield."
OE: "I'll take this shield."
Link: „Wieso?! Du darfst dir alles aussuchen. Der Stein ist doch hübsch..."
DT: „How-so?! You may (for) you anything choose. The stone is still pretty..."
EQ: "Why?! You can choose anything. The stone is so pretty..."
OE: "Huh? You got FIRST prize. You should chose something better."
(NOTE: And no, that's not a typo. English really says "chose" and not "choose".)
Prinzessin Zelda: „Nein, ich möchte den hier."
DT: „No, I would like the here."
EQ: "No, I would like this here."
OE: "No, THIS is what I want."
Bruna: „Wirklich? Ihr seid aber seltsam..."
DT: „Really? You are but strange..."
EQ: "Really? You're rather strange..."
OE: "I see the Princess has... Umm... Interesting taste!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Hier, Link. Schade, dass du diesmal nicht am Turnier teilnehmen konntest. Aber ich weiß, wie gut du bist. Und damit wirst du noch besser!"
DT: „Here, Link. Sad, that you this-time not in (the) Tournament partake could. But I know, how good you are. And therewith will you still better!"
EQ: "Here, Link. It's a shame that you couldn't partake in the Tournament this time. But, I know how good you are. And with this, you'll get even better!"
OE: "Here. I'm sorry you can't participate in the Martial Arts contest. You'd've done great. But use this while you're training for next year."
(NOTE: Slightly idiomatic.)
Link: „Oh... Das wusstest du...?"
DT: „Oh... That knew you...?"
EQ: "Oh... You knew that...?"
OE: "Huh? She knew?!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Klasse! Du siehst toll damit aus!"
DT/EQ: „"Classy! You look terrific with that out!"
OE: "It's perfect! You look SO cool!"
(NOTE: That's STILL what she said.)
Link: „He he... Danke."
DT/EQ: „"He he... Thanks."
OE: "Heh heh... Don't embarrass me!"
Toneffekte: „Bumm bumm bumm"
DT/EQ: „"Boom boom boom"
OE: "BOOM POOMF BAM"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Das Turnier beginnt. Lass uns zum Schloss gehen!"
DT: „The Tournament begins. Let us to (the) Castle go!"
EQ: "The Tournament's beginning. Let's go to the Castle!"
OE: "Let's go to the Castle. The Marial Arts contest is about to start!"
(NOTE: DARNIT, ENGLISH. Is it "Tournament" or "contest"?! MAKE UP YOUR MIND!)
Link: "Ja, los!"
DT/EQ: „"Yes, let's!"
OE: "Where to next?"
(NOTE: But... English... This speech-bubble is AFTER Zelda's... She's already told you... Where you're going...)
Prinzessin Zelda: „Link, kennst du die Vorgeschichte vom Minish-Fest?"
DT: „Link, know you the history of the Minish-Festival?"
EQ: "Link, do you know the history of the Minish-Festival?"
OE: "Do you know the story behind the Picori Festival?"
???: „Waah! Waah! Waah!"
DT/EQ: „"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
OE: "HURRAAY ROARR YAAY"
(NOTE: The people... Cheering, I guess?)
Person 4: „Gewonnen!!"
DT/EQ: „"Won/Win!!"
OE: "Look! He won!"
(NOTE: Means both; and both make sense. The announcement of who won the match, but all I'm hearing is Yzma as a kitten...)
Link: „Klar! Die Minish-Legende... Opa hat sie mir erzählt."
DT: „Clearly! The Minish-Legend... Grandpa (x) it to me told."
EQ: "Clearly! The Minish-Legend... Grandpa told it to me."
OE: "Yeah. The Picori Legend. My Grandfather told it to me."
Link: „Vor langer Zeit, als schreckliche Monster unsere Welt bedrohten... ...und die Städte vernichteten... ...stiegen Minish vom Himmel herab und gaben einem Helden das Schwert."
DT: „Before long time, as terrible monsters our world threatened... and the cities destroyed... ascended Minish from the Heavens/sky down and gave a Hero the Sword."
EQ: "A long time ago, as terrible monsters threatened our world... and destroyed the cities... the Minish descended from the Heavens/sky and gave a Hero the Sword."
OE: "Long, long ago, terrible evil spirits appeared in the world. They burnt our city to the ground. At the same time, the Picori arrived, bestowing a magical Sword to a Great Hero."
Link: „Und dieser Held vertrieb die Monster mit dem Schwert."
DT/EQ: „"And this Hero ejected the monsters with the Sword."
OE: "Using the Sword, the Hero drove the evil spirits away... or something."
Prinzessin Zelda: „Genau, Link. Seitdem feiern wir jährlich ein Fest... ...als Dankeschön an die Minish."
DT: „Exactly, Link. Since-then celebrate we yearly a Festival... as thank-you to the Minish."
EQ: "Exactly, Link. Since then, we celebrate a Festival yearly... as a thank-you to the Minish."
OE: "Yes, that's it. So every year we have a Festival... ...To thank the Picori for coming at our time of need."
Link: "Das ist doch nur eine Legende..."
DT/EQ: „"That is still only a legend..."
OE: "You really believe the legend?"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Oh, du glaubst nicht daran? Die Minish gibt es wirklich. Vater behauptet das auch immer. Sie öffnen ein Mal in hundert Jahren das Tor zu unserer Welt und kommon zu uns."
DT: „Oh, you believe not that in? The Minish are (x) real. Father claims that also always. They open one time in hundred years the Gate to our world and come to us."
EQ: "Oh, you still don't believe that? The Minish are real. Father always claims that, too. Every hundred years, they open the Gate to our world and come to us."
OE: "You mean you DON'T? My father told me the Picori really DO exist. He said they come out when the Door to the Picori World opens once every hundred years."
Prinzessin Zelda: „Und dieses Jahr ist es wieder so weit!"
DT: „And this year is it again so far!"
EQ: "And this year, it's happening again!"
OE: "And this is the one-hundredth year!"
(NOTE: Could also be, "And this year, the time has come again!")
ANNOUNCER: „Nr. 28, Vaati! Nr. 57, Max!!"
DT: „Nr. 28, Vaati! Nr. 57, Max!!"
EQ: "No. 28, Vaati! Nr. 57, Max!!"
OE: "Next up, the mysterious Vaati... ...Versus big bad Max!"
(NOTE: Max kept his name as well... And because I'm insane, I can tell you that in goroawase, "57" is "Kon'nan"/Like this" and "28" means "Fiibaa"/"Fever"... What signifigance this holds, I don't know. Also, why English removed the numbers... Ich hab' keine Ahnung.)
???: „Wah! Wah! Wah!"
DT/EQ: „"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
OE: "YAAY CHEER ROAR"
(NOTE: I give up. The crowd is Robert Plant.)
Link: "! Oh, er?!"
DT/EQ: „"! Oh, him?!"
OE: "! It's him!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Du kennst ihn?"
DT/EQ: „"You know him?"
OE: "You know that guy?"
Max: „En Garde!!"
DT/EQ: „"En Garde!!"
OE: "There's the bell!"
(NOTE: English Max... Isn't the one talking???)
Toneffekte: „KAWOMM!"
DT/EQ: „"KABOOM!"
OE: ZWARRKK"
Max: „Bäh!"
DT/EQ: „"BAH!"
OE: "GAH!"
(NOTE: ...Humbug.)
Link: „!!"
DT/EQ: „"!!"
OE: "!"
Erzähler: „Der junge Mann in der lila Robe hat seine überwältigende Stärke gezeigt. Deshalb war er der eindeutige Sieger."
DT: „The young man in the purple robes (x) his overwhelming strength shown. Therefore was he the definite victor."
EQ: "The young man in the purple robes showed his overwhelming strength. Therefore, he was the definite victor."
OE: "The man in the purple robe showed overwhelming power... And quickly took the Championship."
???: „Wah! Wah!"
DT/EQ: „"Whoa! Whoa!"
OE: "YAAY HURRAY"
Alberich: „Wer mag das sein?"
DT/EQ: „"Who might that be?"
OE: "I wonder who that guy is."
Link: „Oh, Opa! Du auch hier?"
DT: „Oh, Grandpa! You also here?"
EQ: "Oh, Grandpa! You're also here?"
OE: "Grandpa! When'd you get here?"
???: „Waah!"
DT/EQ: „"Whoa!"
OE: "YAAY"
Alberich: „Ich bin hier, um das Schwert für den Sieger zu bringen."
DT: „I am here, in order the Sword for the victor to bring."
EQ: "I am here in order to bring the Sword for the victor."
OE: "I came to deliver the Sword that goes to the Champion."
Erzähler: „Opa Alberich ist der beste Schmied in Hyrule."
DT/EQ: „"Grandpa Alberich is the best Blacksmith in Hyrule."
OE: "Grandfather Smith is the best weaponsmith in Hyrule."
Alberich: „Das ist das Heilige Schwert der Minish."
DT/EQ: „"That is the Holy Sword (of) the Minish."
OE: "And to see the Sacred Sword handed down by the Picori."
Link: „Was? Ist das echt?"
DT/EQ: „"What? Is that real/genuine?"
OE: "What? The REAL thing?!"
Alberich: „Laut der Legende versiegelt es Hunderte von Monstern in dieser Truhe."
DT: „According (to) the legends seals it hundreds of Monsters in this Chest."
EQ: "According to the legends, it seals hundreds of Monsters in this Chest."
OE: "According to legend, the evil spirits are in that Chest, trapped there by the Sword's power."
Minister Friedrich: „Nun beginnen wir mit der Siegerehrung."
DT: „Now begin we with the Awards-Ceremony."
EQ: "Now we begin with the Awards-Ceremony."
OE: "Now let us begin the Award Ceremony."
(NOTE: Minister Friedrich/Potho kept his name.)
Minister Friedrich: „Der Sieger Vaati möge hervortreten!"
DT: „The victor Vaati may forth-step!"
EQ: "The victor, Vaati, may step forth!"
OE: "Champion Vaati, step forward!"
König Dartus: „Vaati, dein Sieg wird in die Geschichte des Minish-Festes eingehen. Nimm dieses Schwert."
DT: „Vaati, your victory will in the history (of) the Minish-Festival down-go. Take this Sword."
EQ: "Vaati, your victory will go down in the history of the Minish-Festival. Take this Sword."
OE: "Vaati, please accept this fine Sword and know that your name will be inscribed... ...In the annals of our Festival!"
(NOTE: König/King Dartus/Daltus. Same thing. Just wait until we get to a certain pair of Minish twins...)
Vaati: „Ich danke Euch..."
DT/EQ: „"I thank you..."
OE: "Thanks for the Sword, but..."
Vaati: „...dass das alles so gut klappt!"
DT: „...that/because that all so well worked-out!"
EQ: "...because everything worked out so well!"
OE: "...What I REALLY want is in that Chest!"
Vaati: „Das Heilige Schwert der Minish und die versiegelte Kiste wurden zur Siegerehrung vorgeführt."
DT: „The Holy Sword (of) the Minish and the sealed Chest were to (the) Award-Ceremony presented."
EQ: "The Holy Sword of the Minish and the sealed Chest were only ever presented at the Award-Ceremony."
OE: "And since the Sacred Sword of the Picori and the Bound Chest are only ever seen at this annual Awards Ceremony..."
Vaati: „Lange habe ich diesen Moment herbeigesehnt!"
DT: „Long have I this moment yearned-for!"
EQ: "I have long yearned for this moment!"
OE: "...Winning your stupid Tournament was my only chance!"
(NOTE: Or another equally-heartbreaking translation could be, "I have longed for this moment!")
Hofstaat: „Was?! Ein Schurke!!"
DT/EQ: „"What?! A villain!!"
OE: "What?! Don't cause any trouble, son!"
(NOTE: Probably unintentional... But „Schurke" can also mean "knave"... Which is what one of the Fates in "Cadence of Hyrule" calls Octavo... Huh...)
Hofstaat: „Aaargl!!"
DT/EQ: „"Aaarghh!!"
OE: "AAARGH!"
Toneffekte: „ZABAMM! KARACK!"
DT/EQ: „"KABAMM! KRRACK!"
OE: "ZWARRKK KRAKK"
Link: „Das Schwert!"
DT/EQ: „"The Sword!"
OE: "The Sword!!"
Monster: „GRÄÄÄÄÄÄH!"
DT/EQ: „"GROOOOOOWL!"
OE: "HOOWWWL"
Person: "Iieeek! Lauft weg!!"
DT/EQ: „"Eeeeek! Run away!!"
OE: "Eeeek! Run!"
Alberich: „Link?!"
DT/EQ: „"Link?!"
OE: "Link?!"
Monster: „Urks!"
DT/EQ: „"Ack!"
OE: "Eek!"
Toneffekte: „BUZZZ!"
DT/EQ: „"BUZZZ!"
OE: "WHAAM"
Vaati: "!"
DT/EQ: „"!"
OE: "!"
Prinzessin Zelda: „Wer bist du?! Was sollte das werden?!"
DT: „Who are you?! What should that be?!"
EQ: "Who are you?! What was that supposed to be?!"
OE: "Who ARE you? WHY have you done this?"
(NOTE: Oh, look... Hello, idioms, my old friend...)
Vaati: „Oh oh... Das ist wohl die magische Kraft der Hyrule-Prinzessin...?"
DT: „Oh oh... This is surely the magical power (of) the Hyrule-Princess...?"
EQ: "Oh oh... This is surely the magical power of Hyrule's Princess...?"
OE: "Well, well... Now we see the mysterious power of the Princess of Hyrule!"
Vaati: „Wenn ich dich jetzt verschone, wirst du mir später nur im Weg sein..."
DT: „If I you now spare, will you (for) me later only in (the) way be..."
EQ: "If I spare you now, you will only be in my way later..."
OE: "If I don't take care of you now, you'll cause me no end of grief later!"
Link: „STOPP!!"
DT/EQ: „"STOP!!"
OE: "STOP!"
Toneffekte: „ZAMM!"
DT/EQ: „"BAMM!"
OE: "SLIIIDE"
Vaati: „Der Junge aus dem Wald... Willst du etwas den Helden spielen? Hi hi!"
DT: „The boy from the Forest... Want you something the Hero play? Hi hi!"
EQ: "The boy from the Forest... Do you want to play Hero? Hi hi!"
OE: "Well, if it isn't that little boy I met in the forest. Are you pretending to be a knight? Heh heh"
Link: „Lass die Prinzessin in Ruhe!"
DT: „Let the Princess in peace!"
EQ: "Leave the Princess alone!"
OE: "I won't let you touch Zelda!"
Toneffekte: „BUZZZ"
DT/EQ: „"BUZZZ"
OE: "KZARK"
(NOTE: DENIED.)
Link: „AAAAH!!"
DT/EQ: „"AAAH!!"
OE: "AAARGH!!"
Toneffekte: „ZIIIPP"
DT/EQ: „"ZIIIPP"
OE: "SHING"
Vaati: „Seht her! Dies ist der Fluch des Hexenmeisters!! Ha ha ha ha... So..."
DT/EQ: „"See here! This is the curse of the sorcerer! Ha ha ha ha... So..."
OE: "See that?! BEHOLD the curse of a Mage! Ha ha ha ha! Now..."
(NOTE: ...English, you're not even trying to hide the "sorcerer" thing...)
Vaati: „!! Leer?! Was zum...?! Die Truhe hat nur die Monster versiegelt?"
DT: „!! Empty?! What the...?! The Chest (x) only the Monsters sealed?"
EQ: "!! Empty?! What the...?! The Chest only sealed the Monsters?"
OE: "What?! It's EMPTY! It really WASN'T sealing anything but spirits?!"
Vaati: „Na, auch gut. Ich weiß, dass sich das Force in Hyrule befindet. Ich werde in Ruhe danach suchen... He he he he..."
DT: „Well, also good. I know, that itself the Force in Hyrule located. I will in peace then search... He he he he..."
EQ: "Very well then. I know that the Force itself is located in Hyrule. I will search in peace, then... He he he he..."
OE: "But I know the Light Force is in Hyrule somewhere! I guess I'll just... ...Have to keep looking for it. Heh heh heh."
Link: „Uhm... Autsch. Zel... da... bist du...?!"
DT/EQ: „"Um... Ouch. Zel... da... are you...?!"
OE: "Ungh. Owww. Z... Zelda, are you all right?"
Link: „Zelda?! Sie ist versteinert!!"
DT/EQ: „"Zelda?! She is petrified!!"
OE: "Zelda?! Sh-She's been turned to STONE!"
König Dartus: „Zelda!! Wie konnte dass nur passieren...?"
DT: „Zelda!! How could this only happen...?"
EQ: "Zelda!! How could this have happened...?"
OE: "Zelda! How could this happen?!"
Minister Friedrich: „Wie shrecklich..."
DT/EQ: „"How dreadful..."
OE: "Return to normal!"
Toneffekte: „Wuäh wuäh wuäh"
DT/EQ: „"Wah wah wah"
OE: "Boo hoo hoo hoo"
Minister Friedrich: „Eure Majestät! Wie kann sie geheilt werden?!"
DT: „Your Majesty! How can she healed be?!"
EQ: "Your Majesty! How can she be healed?!"
OE: "Your Majesty, is there no way to bring the Princess back?!"
König Dartus: „Der Fluch ist mit der heiligen Macht des Schwertes der Minish zu brechen..."
DT: „The curse is with the holy might (of) the Sword (of) the Minish to break..."
EQ: "The curse is to be broken with the holy might of the Sword of the Minish..."
OE: "The Sacred Sword... The Picori Blade has the power to remove a Mage's curse."
(NOTE: *slams drink for every usage of "Mage"*)
König Dartus: „Aber Vaati hat das Schwert zerstört. Doch die Minish sind in der Lage, das Schwert zu reparieren."
DT: „But Vaati (x) the Sword destroyed. Still the Minish are in the position, the Sword to repair."
EQ: "But Vaati destroyed the Sword. Still, the Minish are in the position to repair the Sword."
OE: "Unfortunately, Vaati broke that, too! And only the Picori can restore it."
Alberich: „Minish? Ihr meint... das Minish-Volk aus der Legende?"
DT/EQ: „"Minish? You mean... the Minish-people from the legends?"
OE: "The Picori?! But the Picori are only a legend..."
König Dartus: „Minish existieren wirklich. Dieses Geheimnis hütet die Königsfamilie... Die Minish leben im Tyloria-Wald."
DT: „Minish exist really. This secret treasured the Royal-family... The Minish live in Tyloria-Forest."
EQ: "Minish really exist. This secret was treasured by the Royal Family... The Minish live in Tyloria-Forest."
OE: "The Picori race really DOES exist. It's a secret known only to the Royal Family. They live in the Minish Woods."
Minister Friedrich: „Wir senden nun die Soldaten aus!"
DT: „We send only the Soldiers out!"
EQ: "We'll send out the Soldiers!"
OE: "Then let's send Soldiers there!"
König Dartus: „Nein... Keine Soldaten!"
DT/EQ: „"No... No Soldiers!"
OE: "Alas... ...We can't."
Minister Friedrich: „Warum das denn?"
DT: „Why that then?"
EQ: "Why is that?"
OE: "Why not?!"
König Dartus: „Erwachsene können die Minish nicht sehen. Deshalb werden die Soldaten sie nie finden."
DT: „Adults can the Minish not see. Therefore will the Soldiers them never find."
EQ: "Adults cannot see the Minish. Therefore, the Soldiers will never find them."
OE: "Adults cannot see the Picori. The Soldiers would never dind them."
Minister Friedrich: „Hmmm..."
DT/EQ: „"Hmmm..."
OE: "Drat!"
Link: „Ich gehe! Lasst mich das machen, Eure Majestät!!"
DT: „I go! Let me this do, Your Majesty!!"
EQ: "I'll go! Let me do this, Your Majesty!!"
OE: "Your Majesty, send me! I'll go to the Minish Woods and find the Picori!"
Alberich: „Link! Untersteh dich..."
DT: „Link! Submit yourself..."
EQ: "Link! Don't you dare..."
OE: "Link! Don't be so impudent!"
(NOTE: Okay, this is one huge idiom... An old-fashioned one, at that.)
König Dartus: „Schon gut, Alberich."
DT: „Already good, Alberich."
EQ: "It's okay, Alberich."
OE: "Master Weaponsmith, wait...!"
(NOTE: *gives up on the Viz English version*)
König Dartus: „Link ist Zeldas Sandkastenfreund. Ich bitte dich, Link... Zeige das zerbrochene Schwert den Minish im Wald. Und lerne, wie man es repariert."
DT: „Link is Zelda's childhood-friend. I beg you, Link... Show the broken Sword (to) the Minish in (the) Forest. And learn, how one it repairs."
EQ: "Link is Zelda's childhood friend. I beg of you, Link... Show the broken Sword to the Minish in the Forest. And learn how one repairs it."
OE: "It seems only right for Link to take on this quest since... ...He and the Princess are friends. Take the Sword to the Minish Woods, Link. Ask the Picori how to reforge it."
Link: „Jawohl!"
DT/EQ: „"Yessir!"
OE: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Alberich: „Warte, Link! Auf dem Weg lauern sicher Gefahren. Nimm dies hier mit."
DT: „Wait, Link! Of the way lurk itself dangers. Take this here with."
EQ: "Wait, Link! Dangers lurk along the way. Take this along."
OE: "Wait, Link! The road you travel will be dangerous. Take this."
(NOTE: IT'S DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE, TAKE THIS.)
Alberich: „Das beste Stück, das ich je gemacht habe. Gib dir Mühe für die Prinzessin!!"
DT: „The best piece, that I ever made (x). Give your effort for the Princess!!"
EQ: "The best Piece that I ever made. Give your all for the Princess!!"
OE: "I put my heart and soul into this blade. Use it to save the Princess!"
Link: „Ein Schwert! Es ist echt! Tausend Dank, Opa!!"
DT/EQ: „"A Sword! It is real! Thousand thanks, Grandpa!!"
OE: "A Sword! A REAL Sword! Thank you, Grandfather!"
Link: „Nie werde ich Vaati verzeihen! Warte auf mich, Zelda. Ich werde dich von diesem Fluch befreien!"
DT: „Never will I Vaati forgive! Wait for me, Zelda. I will you from this curse free!"
EQ: "I'll never forgive Vaati! Wait for me, Zelda. I'll free you from this curse!"
OE: "I'll bring you back, Zelda! I promise! I'll make Vaati PAY for doing this to you!"
Hofstaat: „Eure Majestät! Überall in Hyrule tauchen Monster auf!"
DT: „Your Majesty! Overall in Hyrule emerging Monsters (x)!"
EQ: "Your Majesty! Monsters are emerging all over in Hyrule!"
OE: "I bring news, m'lord! Evil spirits are attacking all over!"
(NOTE: „auftauchen").
Alberich: „Was?!"
DT/EQ: „"What?!"
OE: "What?!"
König Dartus: „Vaati hat sie gerade entfesselt... Die Soldaten übernehmen die Monster. Du gehst zum Tyloria-Wald! Nimm diese Karte von Hyrule."
DT: „Vaati (x) them just released... The Soldiers take-on the Monsters. You go to (the) Tyloria-Forest! Take this Map of Hyrule."
EQ: "Vaati just released them... The Soldiers will take on the Monsters. You go to Tyloria-Forest! Take this Map of Hyrule."
OE: "When the Sword broke, Vaati also released the spirits! The Castle Guards will have to drive away the evil spirits. Link, here is a Map of Hyrule. Waste not a moment. Go to the Minish Woods!"
Link: „Das ist also der Tyloria-Wald... Wo finde ich bloß die Minish?"
DT: „This is so the Tyloria-Forest... Where find I just the Minish?"
EQ: "So, this is Tyloria-Forest... Just where do I find the Minish?"
OE: "Is THIS the Minish Woods? I wonder where the Picori are?"
Link: „Heeey!! Minish, kommt raus! Minish? Huhu, Minish!!"
DT/EQ: „"Heeey!! Minish, come out! Minish? Yoo-hoo, Minish!!"
OE: "Hellloooo! C'mon out, Picori! We need you! Picori? Where the heck are you?!"
(NOTE: ...It literally never occurred to me until just now that the reason the Minish never came out is because they don't understand him...)
Link: „Es ist doch das hundertste Jahr, in dem sich das Tor öffnet! Ich dachte, Kinder können die Minish sehen?!"
DT: „It is still the hundredth year, in the/which itself the Gate opens! I think, children can the Minish see?!"
EQ: "It's still the hundredth year in which the Gate opens! I thought children could see the Minish?!"
OE: "Is this NOT the one-hundredth year, when the Door to the Picori World opens?! Maybe it's just not true that kids can see the Picori?!"
Toneffekte: „Keuch japs japs"
DT/EQ: „"Wheeze gasp gasp"
OE: "Wheeeze puff huff"
Link: „UH Moment... Ich hab ja nie an Minish geglaubt..."
DT: „UH Moment... I (x) indeed never in Minish believed..."
EQ: "UH Wait a moment... I really never believed in Minish..."
OE: "GASP Or Maybe... ...I can't see Picori because I NEVER believed in them?"
Link: „Vielleicht bin ich daher nicht mehr unschuldig... Und kann die Minish deshalb gar nicht sehen?!"
DT: „Maybe am I hence not more innocent... And can the Minish therefore at all not see?!"
EQ: "Maybe I'm not innocent anymore... And therefore can't see the Minish at all?!"
OE: "I'm young, but my innocence is GONE! That MUST be it! Even though I'm a kid, I CAN'T see them! Not with THESE jaded eyes!"
Toneffekte: „Entsetzen!"
DT/EQ: „"Dismay!"
OE: "Oh noooooo!"
Link: „Was mach ich bloß...? Ich kann nichts tun, solange ich die Minish nicht finde..."
DT: „What do I just...? I can nothing do, as-long I the Minish not find..."
EQ: "Just what do I do...? I can't do anything as long as I don't find the Minish..."
OE: "What should I do? If I don't find the Picori, Princess Zelda is doomed!"
Toneffekte: „Hach..."
DT/EQ: „"Haa..."
OE: "SLUMP"
(NOTE: As far as I can tell, this is a sigh.)
Link: „?"
DT/EQ: „"?"
OE: "?"
Toneffekte: „Wisch"
DT/EQ: „"Wipe"
OE: "Rub rub"
Link: „Äh... Ich sehe da was Komisches..."
DT: „Ah... I see there what comical..."
EQ: "Ah... I'm seeing something comical there..."
OE: "Hmmm... ...That looks a little weird!"
Ezelo: „Au! Autsch!"
DT/EQ: „"Ow! Ouch!"
OE: "Quit it! Ow! That hurts!"
Toneffekte: „Batsch! Batsch!"
DT/EQ: „"Bash! Bash!"
OE: "WHACK SMACK"
Ezelo: „He! Zu Hilfe!"
DT: „Hey! To help!"
EQ: "Hey! Help me!"
OE: "Hey, someone... Anyone... HELLLLP!"
#the bard of light rants#vaati#minish cap#the minish cap#the legend of zelda#the bard of light translates#German#translation#THIS FORMATTING WILL BE THE END OF ME
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Lucky (Reader x John Wick [-ish])
a/n: I accidentally vomited 2500+ words for something I didn’t think I’d vom for. Anyway, take this and tell me what you think! No spoilers for any of the movies. This just exists at some point in time. Who knows. https://youtu.be/gHAgXJhG4-o
So there you were, tied to a chair.
You could have gone over all the actions that lead you to this point, but there was no point. If you lived in your head 100% of the time, you wouldn’t have been a very successful—mercenary. You didn’t like to be called gun-for-hire or assassin because it didn’t encompass what you did. You did a little bit of everything.
Anyway—tied to chair. You wriggled your fingers to try and keep some feeling in them. You had to give it to your captors, sometimes people were dumb and didn’t think things through to keep you trapped. This time you were preeetty stuck.
“Why the fuck do you still look so relaxed?” The typical big buff dude was ordered to watch over you. The weird, antsy kind. You would have liked it better if he just paced around the room without saying anything, but he just had to run his dumb as fuck mouth.
You shrugged at his question. “I’m gonna be okay. I feel it in my jellies.” You smiled. Your instinct said that you’d be fine. When you were in life-threatening positions, something within you flared up and you used it fight viciously. But when you were calm, you knew something was going to happen in your favour. You were Lucky. You were known as Lucky for a reason.
Suddenly there were faint shouts, hints of chaos past the door. Oh, the timing. Beautiful! You looked the guard dead in the eye and grinned. He seemed spooked and with one last look at you, he turned to open the door and check what was happening outside—
—just to get a bullet right through his head and then another two in his chest for good measure. The guard fell to the ground with a loud thump, blood pooling around him. The door was only slightly opened, so you couldn’t see who had killed him, but it was kicked open before long.
Then you found yourself at the end of the gun that had killed the guard.
“Ah—” Your eyes widened as you recognised the wielder. “John!”
There was a pause before the gun was very carefully—partly—lowered. “Lucky.”
“Ohh, jackpot!” You wiggled in your chair in excitement. “Saved by the John Wick! My luck today, wow—hey, can you do me a solid and untie me? Please?”
You wondered if he would ever change, but you supposed he wouldn’t be John Wick if he changed so much you’d actually see or feel it. He was still dressed in a slick black suit, still gave you that suspicious once over with his dark gaze, still kept that gun trained on you as he stepped forward to cut the ropes that had kept you bound—though it was lowered fully when you were free.
You gave him a bright smile. “Thanks! I owe you.” There was no instinct to fight, but it still put you on edge to be in the presence of Baba Yaga. No one in the business would be foolish enough to let down their guard 100% around anyone in the business, let alone the John Wick. “So… Are you here for work?” Why else would he be in the building though? You gently massaged your wrists as you looked at the dead guard’s body. Something told you that he had something you needed.
John watched you walked past him and crouch down to rummage around the guard’s pockets. You were the same as always. He had no idea you were going to be in the building too. It was often problematic when two people in the business were working the same or similar jobs. In John’s experience, it would end up in a conflict of some kind.
You, however, were always a wild card. John had come up against you before, but out of all the assassins he’s had conflicts with before, you were one of the easiest to have a conflict with. Not because you weren’t threatening or weren’t capable, just because you were very honest. Many times you’ve walked away from a job and just waved your hands and admitted it wasn’t worth it. He could appreciate that honesty. Other times you were willing to off-handedly help out if it didn’t mean going out of your way.
He realised he hadn’t answered your question and replied with a simple, “Yeah.” There was more to it, but he didn’t have to explain it to you. What good would that be? It wasn’t any of your business.
“Thought so. Me too—but not a conflicting job.” You were still busy looking for whatever it was you were looking for, but then, “Oh! Lucky!” You suddenly stood up and held something out. A keycard. “This’ll make things a lot easier for me. Top floor?” You pointed upwards as if your question really needed any clarification. John nodded and you winked, “Easier for you too then.”
Since John was the one who was armed, he exited the room first. Or maybe he could sense you really couldn’t be bothered with the whole fighting thing. Out of the two of you, that was his schtick. When you stepped outside you looked around and your eyebrows shot up.
“Oh.” There were bodies everywhere. Not unexpected if John was involved, but still kind of eyebrow-raising. John didn’t seem phased because of course, he wasn’t. He gave you a glance and you gestured down the end of the hall to where the elevator to the top floor would be. “You didn’t come prepared this time?” You asked sceptically. Most of the time he had floor plans memorised.
“Not as prepared.” There was a slight hint of a Wick-esque joke in there. Even if he went into a job completely unprepared he had a better chance than his enemies. The touch of playfulness also put you at ease a little bit. Okay, he was willing to work with you or at least not fight you right now. Lucky~
The commotion John had made must have pulled all the guards by the elevator away as the two of you had no encounters down the hall. You swiped the keycard and entered the number for the top floor, praying it would work—and it did. “Nice! I really didn’t want to have to run upstairs today. This job isn’t paying me enough for stairs.”
There was silence as the two of you waited for the elevator, but then, “I should charge extra for stairs.” John’s quip was very quiet, but you wheezed out a laugh before there was a ding from the elevator doors—
And a group of lackeys marched out, catching the two of you off guard for a moment—or at least you were caught off guard; you dived to the ground to avoid the ensuing gunfire. John was quick to empty the rest of his clip into two men, putting them down permanently. Their bodies slumped next to you and one of their jackets opened to reveal a fresh clip of ammo.
You could see that John was just about to yeet his goddamn pistol and you shrieked at him. “Nodon’tdothat! Take this!” You tossed him the clip so he could reload and use the gun for it’s intended purpose. After a few more precise shots, the lackeys were dead.
You stood up and dusted yourself off. John did his careful observation thing and then entered the elevator with you. The doors closed, the elevator music started and the two of you stood in silence. The air was tense. You chewed on the inside of your lip and glanced at John from the corner of your eye. John could see how antsy you were and sighed very lightly which was pretty much telling you to speak your mind. Which you did.
“You still throw your fucking empty gun at people? Really?” The words came out in an incredulous rush, but then you held up your hands in a defensive gesture. “That’s all I had to say. That’s it.”
“Are you sure?” John raised a brow at you and dared you to continue, though it wasn’t in that ‘I’ll kill you if you open your mouth again’ kind of way. It was just the normal fun banter.
The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence facing the elevator doors, tension gone. The doors chimed when you finally reached the top and they opened to wide office space because of course, it did. You’d love to see one messy as fuck office one time, but it seemed like open, shiny-tiled penthouse spaces were really in vogue. You know, the spaces with the one desk and throne-like chair and ceiling to floor windows? It was nothing you hadn’t seen before.
Your original plan was to empty out the office, make the head honcho leave his desk so you could take what you needed and leave, but after you got caught, that plan went out the window. John’s method of doing things wasn’t as stealthy as yours, but it would have to do in this case.
The head honcho was definitely still in his seat, as well as his personal bodyguard because of course there was someone there looking like a final boss, but that wasn’t a problem for you. That was a John Wick problem and he knew it. You eyed the room and found the door you needed. “I’m only here for some blueprints. Whatever else happens isn’t my business.” You stated quietly. You weren’t going to interfere no matter what and you were hoping that John would do the same.
John’s eyes never left his target. “Yeah.” He agreed. It was just one less problem if you were going to stay out of the way, so he was fine with it.
“Do your best, John.” You stepped back as the last boss looking fuck started to advance.
“Thanks, Lucky.” His tone of finality meant that that was where you were going to part ways.
When the fight started, you ducked away to the edges of the office and crept towards the door you needed to go through. The head honcho was too busy being a wimp to even care about what you were doing. John Wick always stole the show and that worked completely in your favour, to be honest. You hacked the electronic lock on the door—as planned—and went inside to do your thing. While the transfers were happening you sat quietly listening to sounds of an intense fight outside. You even checked your phone and some apps; there were a few hints of job listings you could take after this job.
With the transfer complete, you gathered your things and peeked outside just to witness John putting down the persistent guard. Nice. What wasn’t nice was the gun aimed at John while he was distracted. It looked like the head honcho had some guts after all. Without thinking too much, you reached into your boot to pull out one of your knives and threw it with absolute precision at the man’s wrist to force him to drop the gun.
There was a scream of pain and with John alerted to the danger, that was it. There was another dead body added to the list.
“You said you wouldn’t interfere.” It was a statement, but John wasn’t ungrateful at all. It was nice to have people help sometimes and you were one of those people he could mostly-trust not to use favours against him.
You looked around exaggeratedly. “Where did that knife come from? Wow, that’s like ultra lucky for you!” You did a 360 turn to really try and sell the idea that you had no idea that the knife came from your helping hand.
John stared at you, but then knelt down to pull the knife from the man’s wrist. As you approached, he wiped the knife on the man’s shirt and then offered it. “You know you shouldn’t brand your knives.” There was a stylish ‘lucky’ engraved into the blade.
Smartass! But you didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t want people claiming my useful shit as theirs, John.” You shot back before swiping the knife from him and sliding it back into your boot. Jerk. You couldn’t help the grin plastered on your face. John was impassive as always, but there was a warmth in his gaze.
The assassin turned to leave before you did. You thought to wait a bit so he could leave first. Maybe you could rifle through the office and find some other useful stuff in the meantime? But when he reached the elevator doors, John stopped and turned back to look at you in a silent question. Weren’t you coming?
You were sincerely surprised and kind of confused, but not when he carefully tilted his head towards the lift. He wanted you to follow. You realised he probably meant to help escort you safely out of the building in exchange for helping him earlier, even though you said you wouldn’t.
Not a moment later you were in the elevator on the way down with a beaming expression on your face. John looked professional as always, just a little more bloody and bruised than earlier. This would make you even. You supposed this was his way of making sure you couldn’t use anything against him. You could understand how it was more of a safety precaution more than something—friendly.
It was important not to misconstrue actions in this business. It was important to stay level-headed about everything to just stay alive. Then again, the knife flying out of your hand to save John wasn’t exactly a level-headed decision—you just kind of did it. However, it worked out in your favour. Lucky~
Leaving the building was a lot easier than entering it. The two of you pretty much just walked out. There weren’t any more bodies to throw at John Wick—at least for now. Maybe they’d use some people who were a little more expensive and therefore more skilled, but still just as useless.
You stood facing John in the quiet back alley. “Well, that was more fun than I anticipated.” You didn’t want to say thank you because it wasn’t appropriate, so you settled for that.
“You got lucky.” John bowed his head slightly and you did see a small smile then. You knew that having friends in this business wasn’t real, but this also wasn’t the first kind-of intimate moment you’ve had with John Wick. If friends were a thing, you wondered if maybe that’s what the two of you were. Maybe. “See you around.” He surprised you then by using your name instead of your callsign.
You watched him walk away leaving you to your own devices because he knew you would be okay. He always knew that you would be okay and that he really would see you around. Again and again.
Turning on your heel, you also left, still feeling pretty lucky.
#john wick#john wick x reader#aaaaaaaaa#thats what this is pretty much#someee sarcastic ass feelings
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@skiesfallithurts tagged me to love myself (thanks!!), so let’s do this.
rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
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some of these are actually older than 1 year because immediately after i do something i see mistakes everywhere and hate it, so it’s actually kinda rare for me to be proud of things i’ve done. but i’m trying here!!
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1. with your name on my tongue and your death on my lips. (fic)
The Resslington-fic that escalated like Hell but that I actually like to come back to and re-read. Also I got a few amazing comments for this one. And I put an enormous amount of work into it, so. ya i’m proud of these 22k words of suffering.
2. Denn die Welt ist leer (und ich habe den Himmel berührt) (German fic)
Okay this isn’t much of a fanfic actually since it’s an RPF feat. Klaas & Mark Tavassol (mainly Mark because i’m a slut for him), and also very weird and. I just like how it turnt out. Also it took me like a year to write. lots of work in these 27k words. Yeah and it has a few faults but I’m proud of what I’ve done with this and where this fic went. but i’m the only one tbh lol
3. Der Soldat und der Major (German fic) [ao3] [ff.de]
another German fic, this time it’s... Woyzeck fanfic. Just because I CAN. I’m really proud of the way I was able to pull off the dialogue here. I generally like the style? It’s weird (again) but. I’m here for that.
4. “Das Lied vom Fraternisieren” from Brecht’s Mutter Courage (Mother Courage)
Unfortunately I’m not allowed to share the video (because the Brecht-heirs are fcking assholes and I hope they choke on their principles), but last year I played Yvette in “Mutter Courage und ihre Kinder” (”Mother Courage and her children”), a drunk prostitute lamenting about how her life went. She has this awful song that I managed to pull off pretty well (the composer Dessau just doesn’t care if a song is singable or not, it just has to SOUND PRETTY, thanks man). (The song is not actually awful. Not when sung properly. Oh right i did that i’m lowkey highkey proud!!!) I’ve been thinking about putting another song from our musical theatre “exam” here but. i’m actually too anxious about it lololol hmu if you wanna hear it
5. i honestly have no idea anymore, uhhh.... i’ll put my current wip “love the dead” here because i’m already a lil proud of myself for this thing... should I ever finish it, rip. so ya, no link here either. yet.
Okay I honestly thought I’d find more favourite works? Wow. Bonus points for that flashlight-scene in Kleist’s Hermannsschlacht where I played Hermann, bc I actually liked how that turned out (still a few mistakes and things I should have done differently, but at least not the whole damn performance, lol). Not putting that here though bc I’m too lazy to cut that out of the original video file :0
ANYWAY i’m tagging whoever wants to do this, really! <3
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Quick question, what's with the markings on 8? They look kinda tribal, if that's the right word for it. Not complaining, they look nice, they kinda remind me of the protag from SMT Nocturne. Are the markings for purely aesthetic reasons, or is it something from 8's past your probably never mention?
a mix of both? ill elaborate under the cut (and i apologize for rambleyness, its 1am;;;;)
shes very loosely based off blue ringed octopuses
and ive always liked the idea of making my cephalolings look Funky™ in that regard. the marks are all natural, and, in 8s case, bioluminescent. they light up (or in my fairly flat art style, get…brighter? more saturated??) when active as an intimidation thingy.
heres a doodle from the other day of a normal octoling soldier and my 8. 8s a different subtype of octoling than, uh, other octolings. without completely word-vomming everywhere, all octarians have venom, but blue rings (which im just going to abbreviate as br from here on out) are the only ones with venom strong enough to affect larger organisms. normal octarians have venom that can paralyze bugs, but nothing larger than, uh… the average grasshopper or something? nothing too big, i suppose. brs can paralyze bigger boys with venom like, say, an inkling or fellow octarian, and the different markings have evolved over time so that they can be differentiated from the rest. brs have a special place in octarian society, but… thats a post for another day.
im unsure if you came here from my fic series or not, but its going to brought up at some point if so. thanks for asking!!
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[ Frozen Flames and Shadowed Lights || Chapter Six ]
[ @yukaikokoro @abyssaldespair ]
[ Hatake Kakashi, Kottakawa Kumiko ]
[ Blood, gore, animal death ]
[ Verse: Divine Light ]
[ Previous || Next ]
After a night of fitful rest, Kakashi rises with the sun - even after a few months off from his life on the road, old habits die hard. With the same efficiency and care, he repacks his few removed belongings into his saddlebags, ready to haul them down from the inn room to the stable beyond. Today, it seems, his real journey begins. With Kumiko now joining him, and the first landmark left behind...the rest seems to loom before him, the trail she traced upon the map fresh in his mind.
Once Kumiko rises and does the same, they take their leave, thanks given to the innkeep as they cross to the stalls. Drawing up the cinch on his gelding, Kakashi can’t help a perked brow at his companion’s mount. “Quite the beast you’ve got,” he notes.
Glancing over, Kumiko gives a soft snort. “He’s rather fancy, isn’t he? It comes with the rank...and he’s the horse I’ve come to trust most. He bore me down here...so I’m sure he can make the return trip, and then some. The horses from the north are just as tough as everything else born above the snow lines.”
“I don’t doubt it. He’s a magnificent animal.”
“Thank you.” Kumiko nods to his own. “Something tells me you’ve quite the bond with yours as well.”
“Aye. I’d probably keel over if someone could tell me the miles we’ve covered together.” He gives the gelding a pat on the neck. “There’s few places he hasn’t taken me across the continent. He’s even helped with a few contracts.”
“Oh really?”
“Let’s just say he’s a lot less skittish than most equines you’d meet.”
Small talk over, the pair mount up, carefully navigating through the streets as not to trample anyone. Already the main roads are bustling, and it takes longer than Kakashi expected to finally make it back out onto the open road.
“So,” Kumiko then begins, reins held loosely in one hand. “Seeing as we’re to spend at least a few weeks together, is there anything I should know about the infamous vom berech?”
“...before I answer that, mind telling me what that means?” Berech he’s heard before, and he...vaguely knows the term’s meaning. “Suigin called me the same.”
“It’s, well…” A pause to think how to explain. “Berech is a bit of a catch-all term for those who are both el’tahl, and el’ven. Typically it’s attributed to halfbloods or quarterbloods, but the more literal translation from old tongue is ‘between’. Not much of the first language remains - when the lands were divided and cultures began to branch out, it was lost and splintered. Then Common was made of a mish-mash of many languages. But you can still find bits and pieces.”
“And the ‘vom’? What’s that mean?”
“It, er…” A hesitation. “It sort of means…‘something created from nothing’…? Or perhaps ‘created’ is enough. I think Suigin was referring to the fact that your ven comes from something originally outside your body.”
“Ah...that makes sense.” Kakashi heaves a small sigh. “...well, I suppose that ties into your question, so maybe I’ll loop back around to it, eh?”
“I don’t mean to pry - don’t think I’ll wrestle from you what you won’t want to tell.”
At that, he gives a dry smile. “Even if you tried, I’d doubt you’d succeed,” he assures her. Still, he lapses into silence, thinking where to begin. “...I was born in a large city in the old Igni lands. Both of my parents, to my knowledge, were simple el’tahl folks. My mother died when I was very young - I remember little of her. And my father was part of the city guard. He raised me for a few years, but took his own life after an incident that brought shame to the family.”
Kumiko’s eyes widen. “...I’m sorry.”
“...it was a long time ago. From there, I was taken into the barracks early and started training to follow his career. When I was young, I made a few el’ven friends. Rin was one, and...Obito was the other. The one who gave me this,” he adds, gesturing to his vermillion eye. “Rin’s family is mostly terra mages, but she branched out into flora, and worked in an apothecary shop raising plants and making medicines. Obito was berech igni, an orphan from a large clan that was like the ruling class of the city. The three of us were always running around, sticking our noses into trouble. And then, of course...there was the time it finally went wrong.
“We were outside the city a ways, looking for new specimens of plant for Rin to start cultivating, and then there was a ruckus nearby. Rin insisted we go look, and we found a group of mage hunters attacking a lux mage. Rin know what she was in a moment, and insisted we help. Where Rin went, Obito followed, so...we joined the fray. It was a fairly even struggle, but I got clipped in the eye by a blade. Things started going downhill, and then suddenly...they all vanished. Rin later theorized the mage used the rest of her strength to send them through time portals. But...she’d acted a little too late.”
Pain shadows Kakashi’s face, and Kumiko glances aside. “...Obito had been run through just as they disappeared. And with so little ven left, the lux mage couldn’t save him. So instead...she asked if he’d give me an eye to replace the one I’d lost. Obito agreed, and she managed to perform the transplant before she…” A fade to silence. “...Obito passed not long after. We buried her, having no idea what funeral rites lux mages’ culture entails. But we knew Obito’s clan would want him back.
“Before she died, the mage told us to take a ‘treasure’ she had hidden in the hollowed tree at the edge of the clearing. And that treasure...turned out to be Ryū.”
“What?! So...that woman was…?”
“Her mother. Rin and I took her with us...Rin reported Obito’s death to the igni mages, and they went to fetch him, cremate him as is their way. But I was afraid to stay in the city. I thought they’d see my eye, and assume I’d killed Obito to take it. After all...there were no hunter bodies - they’d all disappeared. All that was left was his corpse, and the signs of a struggle. And Rin had concerns about the igni clan getting their hands on Ryū. So...we fled. For a while we stuck to the road, and it was while traveling we found out Obito’s eye changed me enough to let me use some igni ven. It scared me, at first...so when Rin found a little village to hide Ryū in, I decided to leave. I didn’t want to bring them trouble, or hurt them on accident before I trained how to use my new power. Instead, I started doing contracts. Mostly killing pests...which led to beasts. I was making a decent living, and then...a few months ago, Rin found me and told me all Ryū was up to, trying to remake the Summit. So I came back, let her wrangle me into being her advisor, and...now, here we are. And here she’s not…”
“...we’re going to get her back,” Kumiko affirms, tone sure. “...I guess now I know why you were so distraught. She means more to you than I realized, like family...I’m sorry if I came across as aloof to that fact.”
Kakashi waves a hand. “No harm done.” A pause, and then a glance. “...so? What about you, lady Kumiko?”
Snorting at the title, Kumiko thinks for a moment. “I was born an only child to the main family within my clan: Tamotsu and Yuka Kottakawa. As ours is the strongest, we were chosen to act as leaders within the realm of Glaciris. That mantle fell to my father from his, and to me when the time came. But, while he has trained and groomed me to be his successor...he and I have vastly different ideals for our lands, and our people.”
There’s a light sigh. “...my father agrees with the old ways. Of being cold, and cut off from the rest of the continent. His pride holds us to a different standard, and insists we tend to our own affairs, and our affairs only. While he is content to rule at a distance...I cannot keep myself so far from my people.” A warm smile blooms across her face. “More than once, I snuck from the manor and wandered the city. I wanted to see the people and places I would come to lead. And that was...when…”
Kumiko’s features darken. “...when Nori was assigned to me. When my father realized there was no holding me back, he instead insisted I be protected when I went. But I would not stand for that. Instead, I had Nori train me how to fight...how to survive. While I had been trained in the beginnings of channeling ven, I wanted to know how to wield a blade. What if my element was taken from me? I had to have another skill to rely on. All of that, as I walked the streets of my city, made me realize...I would never be as my father is. As he wants me to be. He holds himself far and away from our people, but that is not a road I can take. I want to warm them to me, as I seek to warm them to the world. I want to inspire unity both within our lands, and beyond them. El’tahl and el’ven alike...I want them to trust me. To have faith in me. When they began approaching me on our walks, I knew it was my destiny.
“So, I doubled down on my studies. Threw myself into learning all I would need to know, and becoming embroiled in the politics of the north. And it was that dedication that saw me chosen as the representative of Glaciris for the new Summit.”
Kakashi watches as Kumiko smiles to herself - it’s more than clear her words are fully backed by actions and intentions. “...my people have much to learn, and far to go...but I will not give up on them. I will lead them to a brighter future.”
The hunter gives a curl of his own lips, chuckling. “It’s quite the sight to imagine, you learning your swordplay and butting heads with your father. True, a leader cannot be everywhere, cannot know everyone...but I think I prefer your method to his.” A thoughtful pause. “...I’ve never known anyone from the north well, so I’ve no judgment to make. But if your actions are half so strong as your words, I’ll wager you meet your goals.”
“I hope so, Kakashi.”
From there, their journey fades into a companionable silence broken by random quips. But with so many miles and hours to go, most pass with little interruption. The plains of the heartland soon overrun with trees, and the path lines with dense forest, shaded as the afternoon ages. For a time, the ride is pleasant...but the pair’s keen senses soon realize something is...amiss.
It’s quiet.
Too quiet.
Glancing to one another in a silent bid to be on guard, they both startle as a ruckus sounds a ways down the road. Both horses jolt, dancing in the dirt as their riders work to soothe them.
“Easy,” Kakashi murmurs, calming the gelding to a snorting standstill. Something sounded like...snapping wood? Almost as if a tree had fallen, but...there’s no wind. Nor any wagon tracks to suggest someone out to fell them.
“What do you suppose that was?” Kumiko asks quietly, reassuring her stallion as he huffs a breath.
“I can’t say for sure...but it stinks of trouble,” he replies, brow furrowing. “For now, I think it’s best we get off the road. Circle around to the other side and keep our eyes peeled.”
“Agreed.”
Dismounting, they instead lead their hoses to the left, abandoning the path and carefully stalking through the trees. The tall trunks and broad canopies mean little light for undergrowth. Nice in that it makes it easier to see...but also to be seen.
A few minutes of silence eventually give way to growing noise. Another silent agreement, the pair tethering their horses in a thicket before creeping onward alone. Peering around a turn in the road from behind a fallen log, they both tense at what they see.
A wagon, goods splayed all over the road, is completely overturned. Nearby, an ox lies dead, neck clearly broken. The other is still tethered to the cart...and atop it, tearing into flesh with a wicked beak...is a gryphon.
“Twelve above,” Kumiko whispers.
“Guess that explains the noise we heard…what in the hells is it doing so close to town…?”
“...wait…” Patting Kakashi’s arm, she points. “...look!”
Cowering under the splintered wreckage of his cart, the driver is somehow still alive, currently unnoticed as the beast occupies itself with his livestock.
“...well I’ll be damned.”
“We have to do something!”
Sighing curtly, Kakashi nods. “...all right...can you create an ice wall?”
“A small one, probably. There should be enough moisture for me to draw from.”
“Good...when I give the signal, make a wall between the gryph and the cart. Use that to get him out of there, and back here into the trees. With those wings and that bulk, the gryphon won’t want to follow. I’ll be a distraction.”
“Will you kill it?”
Kakashi considers the wreckage. “...the cart’s not worth saving, and the oxen will spoil before they can be used. I doubt much of his merchandise is whole, either. I could just leave it to finish up the mess, but…” He drags a hand down his face. “...it’s too close to town. And now that it knows it can find easy prey on the road, it’ll just strike again.”
“...can you kill it?”
“Only one way to find out.” Before she can argue, he vaults over the log and heads toward the road, posture crouched and pace quick.
Swearing lightly under her breath, Kumiko follows, remaining hidden behind a trunk and awaiting Kakashi’s signal.
Making it to the cart, Kakashi taps the driver, who flinches with a yelp. Slapping a hand over his face, the hunter makes a curt gesture for silence.
Above them, the creature pauses...and then returns to its feast.
“My companion will come for you,” Kakashi whispers. “When she does, follow her back into the trees, and stay down. I’ll take care of the beast.”
“Oh, Twelve bless you sir - bless you!”
Sighing at the unnecessary noise, Kakashi peeks around, then waves back to Kumiko.
In a sprint, she gestures to the path before her. Water condenses from the air and the nearby forest, cooling at her urging and forming an icy barricade.
Squawking, the gryphon flutters in surprise as Kakashi runs out the other side.
“Oi! This way, bird brain!” he calls, sending a stream of fire from a palm into the creature’s face.
A shrill shriek cuts through the air, rattling Kakashi’s brain with the sound. Teeth grit, he watches Kumiko reach the cart, dragging out the driver and dashing back for cover.
Okay, good…
Summoning more ven, he directs dual jets to the wagon, the dried wood catching like tinder. Smoke billows up from the wreckage, and the beast shies from it with an angry cry.
Drawing his sword with a twirl, Kakashi squares off against his new quarry. Seems to be a young male, juvenile...not as big or strong as an adult, but more limber, and faster. No wonder he took an easy meal where he could. Odds are, he’s been having trouble hunting regular prey on his own. Also why he’s so close to town: likely driven out of any other established territories.
“Sorry friend, but you’re too dangerous to leave here,” Kakashi murmurs, watching as the beast crouches with a hiss. Bird talons dig into the dirt for a steadying grip...and then with a lunge, it leaps across the gap, beak wide open.
Tucking and rolling to one side, Kakashi makes to loose more flames...but the element sparks and flickers. What?! Out already?! But I -?
A screech gives him just enough warning to dodge again, trying to land a hit with his flailing blade. It grazes along a rear leg, blood arcing as the gryphon screams. Hardly deadly, but...it might slow it down.
Beyond the treeline, Kumiko settles the cart driver in their previous hiding place. “Stay here, don’t move, and don’t make any sound.” Accepting his shaking nod, she turns on a heel and sprints back to the road, watching as Kakashi dances with his foe. The cart is aflame, belching black smoke as the pair strike and dodge. Assessing the situation, her eyes narrow as she notices Kakashi seem to lag.
...he didn’t instruct for her to interfere, but…
Determined, she closes some of the distance before kneeling, palms planted to the ground. Ven bleeds into the earth, looking for something…
Aha!
With a growing roar, she struggles to drag up the water from beneath the ground, the liquid seeping up and following her command. As the gryphon moves her way, she begins firing shards of ice. The sharp projectiles earn a shriek as they cut through feathers and into flesh, garnering the beast’s attention to her, instead.
“Kumiko!” Kakashi shouts in warning.
Unphased, she slides under as the monster pounces, water shadowing her arms and rippling. Almost as if time slows, she raises her limbs as the hybrid’s underbelly glides over her...and with a thrust of energy, the element strikes forward, hardening into condensed ice that spears through into its abdomen.
A strangled cry of pain sounds, the beast landing in a heap as Kumiko comes to a stop. Panting, she struggles back to her feet...but it’s clear the fight is over.
Kakashi stares with widened, mismatched eyes.
...he...was not expecting that.
“...we should end its misery,” she then murmurs, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“...aye.” Closing the gap, Kakashi - wary of the talons - drives his blade up behind a foreleg, and into the beast’s heart. It gives a dying bleat of pain...and then goes limp.
Silence...save for the crackling of cart wood.
Withdrawing his sword, Kakashi cleans the gore from it before sheathing it, looking to the beast somberly. “Well...a life for a life, I suppose.”
“You were right - it’s far too close to town. Just a matter of time before a human fell prey,” Kumiko agrees, a hand upon his shoulder. “But...what shall we do with the driver? He has no way to the next city without his wagon.”
“And we’ve no time to backtrack,” the hunter muses. “I’d rather not take him with us for a week to the town beyond, either.”
“My...my good sir? And lady?”
The pair turn, and Kumiko’s expression flattens. “I told you to remain where I left you!”
Flinching, the salesman replies, “I...yes - I-I know. But I heard things go quiet, so…?”
“It’s dead,” Kakashi confirms, sensing his question. “You’re safe...though your goods are forfeit.”
“That’s no matter in the face of my life! You have my eternal thanks, good people. I...I have no coin on my person, but -?”
Kakashi shakes his head, raising a hand. “I wasn’t hired. There’s no price. Besides...it needed to be done.”
“Please, may...may I have your names?”
“Kakashi Hatake. And the lady is Kumiko Kottakawa.”
Bowing and bowing, the man finally dares to step into the road, skirting the carcass nervously. “Please, I hail from the town just south. If you should ever pass by again, seek out the Oakheart Trader! I’ll gladly settle the debt then! I insist!”
“It will be some weeks before we head that direction again,” Kumiko warns. “But your honor is appreciated. I’m afraid we’ve pressing business - we cannot take you back to town…?”
“Oh, fret not! I passed a patrol on my way out - they will surely soon about-face and find me, for I doubt the smoke will go unnoticed for long. I’m certain there will be help before sundown! You have done more than enough, kind sir and lady. Thank you, thank you!”
A bit unnerved at the praise, Kakashi just gives an awkward nod...then reaches to his side, unbuckling the dagger he took from the Luxerian armory. “Here. It may not save you from a beast of this ilk, but...I’ll not leave you undefended. And it should sell for some to help amend for your losses.”
Eyes wide at the pristine dagger, the man only becomes all the more reverent. “Your generosity, sir...it knows no bounds…!”
Trying to wave him off, Kakashi offers, “Stay in the treeline, and with your back to a tree. Wait for that patrol, and be sure to report all you saw.”
“I will, thank you! Safe travels, lord and lady!”
As the pair move to retrieve their horses, Kumiko gives a small snicker. “I think you’ve an adoring fan, Kakashi. Something tells me if you ever enter that shop, he’ll never let you leave!”
“Best leave that to you, then...after all, you were the one to strike the deciding blow.”
She waves the sentiment aside. “We worked together. Call it even.”
“As you wish.”
Aaand with that, we officially enter non-thread territory! We started this scene, but Kakashi bailed on me and blog stuff changed before it finished. I am...NOT the best at fight scenes, obviously xD Tbh it feels a little short, but...oh well. It’s mostly just a filler fight and an event for these two to bond a bit more!
#yukaikokoro#abyssaldespair#hatake kakashi#kottakawa kumiko#blood //#gore //#animal death //#divine light [ au ]
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September 2018
I spent the first week of September in Bali. I got my advanced diver's license and did my navigation dive with David in PadangBai. For the night and wreck dive I went up to Tulamben (and had the driver teach me how to open my chakras and read someone's aura - he even made me connect with my mother who wrote me an e-mail a few hours later asking if something was wrong because she had felt me very strongly) where I ate the very best tempeh satay skewers and fried eggplant at Warung Rusti (with a 90s playlist in the background - "Shalalalala!").
That night dive deserves it's own bullet point: It was the first time for me, I had never been under water at night before. After saying that I met real-life Gary (Spongebob's pet snail) I'll just include the message I wrote to a friend that night: Das war gerade so bombastisch. Mein erster Nachttauchgang, ich wusste überhaupt nicht was mich erwartet, und dann war das gleichzeitig noch ein Wracktauchgang - ich hatte das Wrack vorher noch nicht gesehen. Wow. Du steigst einfach nach Einbruch der Dunkelheit direkt am Strand ins Wasser und tauchst ab. Nach ein paar Minuten taucht plötzlich ein riesiger Schatten vor dir auf - die USAT Liberty. Könnte auf den ersten Blick allerdings auch ein Blauwal sein... Ich kann's gar nicht beschreiben. Du hast nur eine Taschenlampe dabei, auf einer Seite siehst du vage Schemen vom Boot das von hinten manchmal von anderen Tauchern angeleuchtet wird, auf der anderen Seite nur Dunkelheit, schwarze Tiefe. Das Allerbeste ist allerdings, die Taschenlampe auszumachen. Wenn man im stockfinsteren Wasser mit den Armen wirbelt, erzeugt man hunderte kleine Luftbläschen, die wie leuchtende Funken aussehen. Magisch! Hat das was mit Biolumineszenz zu tun? Muss recherchieren. Das ist so ein geiles Gefühl. Mitten im Nichts, in der Dunkelheit, um dich rum nur Wasser. Ständig am Überlegen, ob man nicht doch noch spontan Panik kriegen soll. Beim Auftauchen siehst du die Sterne über dir, den Mars, die Milchstraße. Vom Ufer siehst du das Meer an manchen Stellen milchig türkis aufblitzen - wo die Taucher tief unter der Wasseroberfläche das Wrack anleuchten.
Climbing a fucking volcano in the middle of the night. Seriously, climbing Mount Batur must be one of the most challenging things I've ever done. I wasn't ready for this. Getting up at 1am, only a weak flashlight against the darkness, shorts and a thin jacket against the cold. I got scratches, killed my knees, my lungs were angry as well. I fell. And I still don't know how but somehow I made it to the top. So I sat there, shivering, wet, in the thin air surrounded by clouds. Listening to Krishna Das because that's what I kept doing in quiet moments during my trip. So I witnessed the moon and the stars vanishing, the night growing fainter, the sunrise behind Mount Agung. Walking downhill wasn't any easier (I'll never be able to get the black earth stains out of my jeans) but I managed. My reward: an organic tomato for breakfast, straight from the field. And soaking in hot spring water at Toya Devasya. They had an infinity pool right in front of Lake Batur, just what I needed - even though I only started to notice how many of my muscles were mad at me.
Later, I went to Ubud where I took part in a cleansing/blessing ceremony at the Holy Spring Water Temple, Pura Tirta Empul. We got green bathing sarongs and made an offering before we got cleansed and "talked" to the spirits in the pool. In the afternoon we met a Balinese healer who basically only confirmed what I already knew. I must be on the right track, I suppose. Later I talked to Alex from the UK on the backseat of our car while the others had coffee. We were born one day apart and felt that there were a lot of similarities in our biographies. He asked me for advice on his panic attacks and what he could do about the mask he keeps wearing so that nobody gets to know the real Alex. It felt like a therapy session but I loved how open you can be around a total stranger.
Ubud treats: daily massages, affordable lash extensions, health food everywhere (Smoothie bowls! Veggie wraps! Goddess bowls! Oh, and Gelato Secrets, not healthy at all but delicious), a successful ring quest (good luck trying to find gold jewellery in Bali... but in the end I managed to find a gorgeous ring with a bluish green stone) and a whole day in a batik workshop where I learned the traditional technique from locals. Worth mentioning: the little girls dancing for us at the healer's place - especially the goofy, chubby one with her puppy and the girl in pink who would exaggerate the traditional eye movements and made me laugh / Riding a scooter - this time as a passenger on the back. The gorgeous view of the countryside north of Ubud. / Talking to the Canadian newlyweds about the NHL while having lunch with a view over the rice terraces. /
Magic for Humans
The stories Richard and Star Wars in Benedict Wells' new short story collection Die Wahrheit über das Lügen.
Silence. Thank you, ear plugs. I don't leave the house without Ohropax and a good book.
Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky. More or less the first science fiction book I've ever read but MAN that one is SMART. It's a take on human culture, mirrored by a tribe of very unexpected sentient animals. Worth mentioning: my new Kobo e-reader and OnLeihe (where you can get e-books from the library).
So I'm officially an adult now. Every single thing on this list is true for me. I don't really know why I'm putting this on my Things I Love list since it is pretty scary but at the same time I feel weirdly good about it.
Seeberger's trail mix salty/fruity with rhubarb, banana chips, almonds, peanuts, cranberries and physalis.
Celebrating autumn - even though I had a beautiful summer I'm kinda looking forward to sweater weather, crinkly leaves, gothic novels and pumpkin soup.
George Harrison with a beard and long hair was such a gorgeous human being. Listening to his songs on repeat at the moment.
Spending a day at the Isar with my students. We made a fire, they tought me how to skip stones (no talent) and after a while we couldn't bear the sun anymore so we just hopped into the river in our underwear. We walked along the gravel bank and allowed the water to carry us back to the others. I had such a good time.
What a musical conductor actually does on stage - such an interesting video, especially after many seasons of Mozart in the Jungle.
I know I've probably already said it but this recipe is absolutely delicious. Perfect for autumn. Not bad either: spelt crepes with a creamy chanterelle/champignon filling.
Finally finding a way to do a shoulder stand in yoga class even though my stomach muscles aren't strong enough.
Spending the evening with Manu. Who thinks I'm prettier without make-up. Who played with my hair. Who cooked for me. Who looked gorgeous that night. I mean, come on, open denim shirt over a hairy chest, wavy hair in a man bun with loose strands - that's just unfair. He played the guitar and we sang together. Trying to find a good duet to perform on Thursday (karaoke night!), ending up singing along to every weird song we could think of.
Nursing a yellow bell pepper plant back to health.
Sitting under a blanket outside, a captivating book on my lap, Dunkelgrün fast schwarz, watching the clouds being blown away by the warm autumn winds, flying leaves, deep in thoughts. The smell of family dinner in the air, the light fading away. A sense of longing in combination with melancholia and thoughts occuring on a meta-level, probably the result of too much writing, reading, dreaming, spending time alone.
A matte top coat turns Essie's Bahama Mama nail polish into pure velvet. I love the look and feel of it. So much more elegant and understated than shiny polish.
Give up comfort
My first karaoke night in Munich at Keg with Manu and Bibi. Performing together - my favourite was Because of You by Kelly Clarkson even though we were really bad. The atmosphere was pretty great. There were a lot of Brits around, probably because of the Oktoberfest. Folks were swinging a huge double-ended dildo around, we all danced with each other and I taught everyone German swear words. The good kind. After a few beers I just walked up to Manu (and Bibi!) and we started kissing. I kissed a GIRL and I liked it! Being thirty and somewhat confident is such a blessing. A lot of people kept saying that Manu and I should be a couple. Promising! Especially the girl who sang the Adele songs (and nailed it - voice twins!) was shipping us. Daw.
Dinner at Lena and Obi's wedding location. The waitress showed us around. I feld very grown-up asking questions and acting all responsible and busy.
Going shopping with Lena, trying to find a wedding dress for her. Falling in love with the coats at Zara. Unfortunately I still need to lose some weight in order to buy my clothes there.
Wondering how people actually perceive me. Sometimes I get the feeling that they see me as an angry feminist. But while being a feminist is totally fine with my - I guess I gotta work on my anger issues.
AnderART festival at Odeonsplatz - singing Wonderful Life with Ian, Jens and the GoSingChoir!
Meeting Manu L. at the Alcest concert. I liked talking to him that night. It was only the two of us and I liked how honest he was. And that he gave me a new, less emotional perspective on the whole deal with Frank.
Wearing black jeans, my new checked shirt, dark-rimmed glasses, a huge, soft grey scarf. Doc Martens. A headband.
Treating myself to a 100ml bottle of Byredo's Super Cedar perfume. I smell damn fine now.
On a Friday morning there was a cat downstairs in the subway station. She hung around at a corner and permitted me to pet her. She even jumped a little to meet my hand halfway. Very good start into the day.
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yo for the prompt ask, some angsty 49+50 that ends in not quite angst, but not quite fluff if that makes sense? like reddie or stenbrough or bichie or whatever works?
i have no idea how long this has been sitting in my inbox and i apologize but here it is !!! i also decided to go with Bichie because it’s such an underrated ship and i loVe it!!¡
oh, and… i made it more angsty than fluffy bc apparently fluff just doesn’t flow with me *shrugs* and it’s longer than i wanted it to be but hope you still like it!
Bichie + 49. “I’d rather die.” + 50. “Please… I need you.”
Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, suicide attempt, underage drinking, vom-vom
special thanks to @trashmoutheds & @trxshmouth-t0zier bc they helped me (STEPH HARDLY DID BUT WHATEVER STILL LUV U SNAKEY SNAKE) anyway, ily guys and thank uuuuuuu 💖
(if my html tags don’t work i’m gonna kms k bye)
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Richie’s had enough.
It wasn’t enough when he already had shitty, neglectful parents, but he also had untreated ADHD which really put him on edge sometimes and even though he knew he was book smart, he was still failing his classes simply because he can’t concentrate most days. And half of the time, this was okay to Richie. He could live with this.
But then he thought he couldn’t live with heart break.
He thought Eddie felt the same. He really did.
He confessed his feelings to him, in hopes that the smaller boy would feel the same. But he didn’t.
Some may say the boy is exaggerating, but Eddie was the only thing keeping him happy. Along with the other losers but they didn’t make him happy like Eddie did. He didn’t love them like he loved Eddie.
Richie was in love with Eddie.
Problem was, Eddie wasn’t in love with him. He loves him sure, but Eddie isn’t gay.
Eddie tried to let him down the best he could, which Richie appreciated, but it still hurt. It really fucking hurt.
He cried himself to sleep that night.
But very deep down inside of him, he knew that it was okay. That he couldn’t do anything about it and Eddie would still be his best friend forever.
He got a glimmer of hope, that he could live knowing Eddie didn’t feel the same for him.
Until the one time his alcoholic parents decided to finally notice him, Richie wasn’t in the mood. They were putting him down, telling him he was good for nothing and he wasn’t going anywhere in his life. His mother always reminding him about how she wanted a daughter instead of him. Richie stood up to them for once, causing his father to beat him to a pulp. His father told him to never disrespect him or his mother again when he was done.
It had been a few days since then, almost a week. Richie hadn’t been going to school, partially because his face was bruised and he didn’t want people, who didn’t care, asking questions.
But mostly because he was thinking about just… ending it all.
Sure he had his friends who loved him to death, but even then he thought– no, knew, that they were getting sick and tired of his jokes. Of him.
Since things were getting bad fast, he turned to his coping mechanism which was to be as inappropriate and as loud as he could be. He couldn’t help it, truthfully, but his friends didn’t believe that.
Every time they hung out it was “Beep beep, Richie,” this, “Beep beep, Richie,” that. He couldn’t take it anymore.
He thought everything would be better if he was just gone… forever.
So he decided. He was going to kill himself. He couldn’t take it. The constant pain. He didn’t have anyone he could turn to. Eddie used to be that person but now Richie thinks Eddie is disgusted by him. No, he knew that he was.
He walked over to his bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. His parents had different kinds of stuff. Richie knew that if he took enough, he would succeed.
In the back of his mind, he knew that there was a way to fix this. He knew he could just talk to his friends and maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.
But he didn’t want to seem weak. He didn’t want to seem like he needed anybody. He’d rather take the pills than show any kind of emotions to anyone. Last time he tried doing that, he got rejected. And it still hurt.
But maybe… just maybe…
“I’d rather die.” Richie whispered to himself as he thought it over one last time. And it was true. He would rather die than talk about his feelings, just to be rejected again. He looked at the bottle of pills, knowing that it was the only way.
He took them with a small bottle of whiskey his parents had in their liquor cabinet.
He took a whole bottle of pills, and after a couple, he was already feeling a bit dizzy. But he kept going until he was finished with the bottle.
He went back to his room to lay on his bed. He was panting and sweating, his insides feeling stiff and his stomach feeling queasy.
He hadn’t realized he still had the empty bottle of pills in his hands until he clutched it against his chest.
That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.
His last thoughts being, “This is the only way. The only way to make it all go away.”
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Bill had become worried of Richie lately. He knew he was dealing with a broken heart, but he didn’t think it was bad enough for him to miss a week of school.He asked Eddie if he knew where he was but he didn’t. He hadn’t talked to him since Richie told him how he felt.
And if Eddie was being honest, he felt a little weird to be around him. Maybe they just needed some time apart, he thought.
Bill knew what went on in his house, just like Richie knew about Bill. Their parents were both neglectful but Richie’s were worse. They both knew that.
Ever since Georgie died, Bill had been relying on Richie. Richie was his shoulder to cry on. His ear to listen. Richie was always there for Bill. So much that Bill didn’t realize that no one was there for Richie. He tried to be, but Richie always avoided the subject of talking about his feelings. He only ever talked about his parents on two occasions with Bill because he wasn’t in his right mind.
He grew incredibly concerned and knew something wasn’t right. Bill decided to go to Richie’s after school.
He biked over there as fast he could, barely saying goodbye to the other losers.
When he arrived, he threw his bike on the lawn and ran to knock on the door.
Something definitely didn’t feel right.
It took him a while to notice that his parents weren’t even home.
He tried opening the door but it was locked. He settled for climbing over a window that was opened in the kitchen, hoping that both of his parents were actually gone.
He didn’t have time to catch his breath because Bill really did had a horrible feeling about this whole situation.
And when he walked into Richie’s room, confirming his bad feeling, he started freaking out and crying.
He still doesn’t know how he knew but he didn’t have time to figure it out. He could see the empty bottle of pills from a mile away in Richie’s hand, so he had to get them out. He rushed over to Richie to see if he was still breathing, but he couldn’t tell. He started shaking up and shouting his name to try and wake him up.
When Richie wouldn’t wake up, Bill started bawling. But he couldn’t stop. He had to figure something out.
Before he knew it, Bill was basically dragging Richie to the bathroom.
It took him a while but he got there. Richie’s body didn’t feel like he was dead. It was still warm.
Bill propped Richie up the best he could over the toilet bowl as he stuck his fingers down his throat.
Nothing was coming up at first, making Bill lose his small glimmer of hope.
”Please… I need you.” Bill sobbed as he desperately tried to get Richie’s gag reflex to act up.
Suddenly, Richie started sputtering and throwing up the pills.
Bill sighed with relief.
“Yeah, t-t-there you go, b-buddy… Get them o-out.” Bill sniffled as he rubbed Richie’s back.
In the middle of Richie’s retching, he began sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, Bill.” Richie hiccuped.
Bill held him the best he could and cried with him.
“It’s okay, Rich. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”
—
After nearly an hour of Richie throwing up, crying, and apologizing, Bill got him to clean up.
While Richie was in the shower, he cleaned up the bathroom and himself since vomit went everywhere, then went to Richie’s room. He looked for some clean, dry clothes for Richie to wear when he got out of the shower.
Bill placed the clothes on Richie’s bed and headed downstairs to make some tea for Richie. He figured Richie would have an upset stomach after what happened.
When he was done, he went back upstairs, careful not to spill the hot tea on the floor or himself.
He entered the Richie’s room to find Richie laying on the bed, sobbing softly with a towel around his waist.
Bill felt his eyes well up with tears again but he knew he had to put his feelings aside. He had to be there for him like Richie had for a long time.
He placed the hot mug on Richie’s bedside table and walked over to Richie to put his arms around him as tight as he could. Bill knew all he needed was a good cry. Just to let it all out before he was okay to talk about it. Even if he didn’t, Bill would still be there for him.
Eventually, Richie calmed down. Tears were still in his eyes but he stopped shaking.
Bill didn’t know what to ask. How to ask. He couldn’t ask him if he was okay because he clearly wasn’t. He was feeling horrible and didn’t know how to comfort him.
“I️-I️ thought the pain would stop… But i just made it worse.” Richie let out a gut wrenching sob at the last word of his sentence.
“It’s okay, Rich.” Bill breathed out, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “You’re okay. Everything will be okay.”
Richie turned around and hugged Bill back like his life depended on it. He thought he was done with the sobbing, but yet, there he was, crying into Bill’s chest as soon as Bill laid beside him.
And Bill just held him until Richie fell asleep.
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SURVEYs
01. What do you hope you grow out of?
I hope to grow out of my need for reassurance when it comes to my decision-making. I don’t have a lot of self-trust and I rely on the opinions of others too much sometimes.
02. What is the healthiest and unhealthiest thing you do on a regular basis?
I think the healthiest thing I do is take care of my diet and exercise regularly. This helps my body and my mind stay sane. Unhealthiest would be the negative self-talk that I sometimes engage in, and my habit of binge-watching TV.
03. When looking for a SO, what three things are most important (besides looks)?
Actually, looks aren’t too important for me when I’m looking for a partner. For me, it’s really important that we can talk about the big stuff and the little stuff. I want someone to sit and wonder with me. The other two qualities would be open-mindedness or kindness. And someone who doesn’t take life too seriously and makes me laugh.
04. How much do you judge a person by their appearance?
It helps to inform initial opinions, or makes someone stick in my mind. I try not to judge people’s appearances but I can’t help my ego place them above or below me according to their attractiveness.
05. What is the most embarrassing thing you own?
Probably a JLS book....actually two of them. The other would be a long soviet-style leather jacket that I rarely have the balls to wear out.
06. What is the strangest habit you have?
Um. I’m quite a disordered person so hard to say. I guess my habit of finishing people’s sentences with the wrong word. Like, I’ll guess what someone’s about to say and it’s usually wrong. Quite ludicrous.
07. What movie made you cry the most?
Honestly, I cry a lot more than I used to when watching films/series. Requiem for a dream makes me cry a lot. More recently, the movie Train to Busan. Which isn’t even that sad a movie so I don’t know why I cried. I don’t tend to watch movies multiple times though.
08. What was one of the happiest moments of your childhood?
I had quite a happy childhood. I think it was days that I spent with the rabbits and kittens at my grandparents house. It would have been with the whole family, a really positive environment. I would have spent the day in the sunshine playing with the bunnies. Or maybe it was the countless days we spent at the beach, having picnics, playing in the sand. Hanging out with family friends, playing hippos and exploring the rock pools and building beetle farms. Then going to the port and jumping in the sea and eating fried crab sticks and ice cream sandwiches.
09. What was the worst date that you’ve ever been on?
I haven’t gone on too many dates (with new people - with boyfriends, yes.) I mean I went on a pretty shit date with Ted once. It was the day before I left Thailand for the first time. I nagged and nagged him to take me to the National Park, which was a two hour drive away. We woke up too late, which meant when we arrived the park was closing in an hour. We went all the way to the top but all the trails were closed. Ted and I got into an argument about it and he said some hurtful things. Then we spent the entire journey home in sullen silence. It wasn’t too great as I had a lot of anxiety about leaving and what the state of the relationship would be after we left.
10. What’s your favorite vacation memory from when you were a child?
Going to Alton Towers with my Welsh family. I remember I really wanted to go on the tallest ride. It was one of those that fell down really quickly. My cousin didn’t want to do the ride because he was scared. I was so chuffed with myself. Then I ate cotton candy and churros and managed not to vom everywhere.
11. What belief do you have that most people disagree with?
I have some rogue New-Age sorta spiritual ideas that most people I know dismiss. I believe in something called universal consciousness, which is the idea that everything is conscious, including the birds, the rocks and the trees. I think our view of consciousness is so limited and human exceptionalism places us above other creatures. I don’t want to see the world that way. I think we lack the understanding to know how other beings experience the world. I also believe in some paranormal things. Mainly that there are other dimensions we can access through meditation and astral projection. I once had an out-of-body experience that opened my mind to things I’d never considered before.
12. What impression do you try to give when you first meet someone?
I don’t know, that I am non-threatening? I just try to be nice. It takes me a while to be myself with people. If I’m drunk it’s a different story. But it also depends on the person, with some people I will try to be more opinionated but with most I’m quite gentle.
13. Who or what inspires you to be a better person?
My sister. She is just so funny and considerate, so smart. Teddy as well. He always pulls me up on my bullshit and he’s really the only one who does in a way that makes me listen. I’m trying to change my mindset but it’s hard.
14. What’s the TLDR description of your last relationship?
We had such fun together, especially at the beginning. He made my life just so much fun with all the drug taking, the trips away, the friend group. He was very kind. But we enabled each other. He let me get away with shit. I was too immature to understand how toxic I was being. And he couldn’t talk about it. He had his own difficulty with emotions and mental health. Eventually I began to see him as a burden. I pinpointed his lack of ambition, of direction, as being at fault for the things that were going wrong in my life. And I broke up with him and sorta regretted it. Now i’m dating someone pretty similar in a lot of ways.
15. If you found out your current life has been just a dream, would you choose to wake up? (You don’t know if your real life would be better or worse.)
This is interesting. I got really into recording my dreams over lockdown. I think dreams are fascinating in what they can reveal about what goes on in the subconscious. But I think I’d want to wake up, to see what ‘real life’ is. I’m just too curious. Stay woke and all that.
16. What dumb thing did you believe for a really long time?
When I was a kid, I believed actors didn’t actually kiss on screen. I thought they did some CGI shit because I couldn’t believe they’d make the actors actually kiss each other.
17. What are some things you would you like to achieve before you die?
I want to delve deeply into learning different martial arts. I’d like to spend some time in South America learning BJJ, in China doing Kung Fu and Tai Chi. In Japan doing Ju Jitsu. I’d also like to a silent retreat in my lifetime and meditate regularly. I want to travel to many different places and learn about regenerative agriculture and volunteer at different farms around the world. Eventually I’d like to have my own farm where I apply permaculture and agroforestry techniques and grow my own food.
18. Where would you like to retire?
I think I would like to retire on a Greek island or Greek countryside. That would be a nice life.
19. What brings you the most joy in life?
Movement, being active. Spending time with the people that I love. Being outside in natuuuureeee.
20. What is the best and worst part of your personality?
I think the fact that I don’t hold on to things. I’m forgiving. And I want to nurture people, help them take care of themselves. I know being non-judgmental is a big part of that. The worst might be my indecisiveness. It makes me quite unreliable. And I can be quite negative sometimes which is depressing to be around. Or perhaps it’s the fact that I expect too much from people sometimes.
21. How would your perfect partner treat you?
I think they would be giving and kind towards me. I’ll admit, I like being babied by my partner. I like them to make my life easier. But I don’t know if that’s what is best for me. Maybe I’d be better with someone who knew what they wanted, a go-getter who worked hard and inspired me to be the same.
I’d also want someone who was funny, who helped lighten things. Someone who wanted to explore the same things I do and was willing to travel the world and do it with me.
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The Lies We Tell
As a child, I was the world’s most gullible kid. My favorite word was “why?”…and I believed everything.
My siblings loved it.
(If you have any older siblings worth their salt, you’ll know exactly what they said next.)
(I haven’t eaten a watermelon seed in 33 years.)
One time I asked my mom what would happen if you ate grass. She told me I’d turn into a cow.
I exploded into tears.
(Had I eaten grass that day?)
We may never know.
(Side note: That thing my mom is holding, kids, that’s called a “newspaper”. That’s what we had before smartphones, and our parents used them to line the cages of our pet dinosaurs.)
When she was babysitting us, my sister would regularly pretend to die.
It was horrible every time.
We weren’t allowed to stick our hands out the window because our great-uncle/cousin once removed had done that same thing and a truck had come by and taken his arm off and he lived the rest of his life without his arm.
This one might actually be true…(or not.)
One thing that got me every time was the “I’m Hungry!!!” response. Sometimes at night, I’d tell my parents I couldn’t go to sleep because I was too hungry. My dad had a zinger to this one.
DANG. He is smart!
So it turns out parents have been doing this sort of thing to kids for years.
In the middle of the 1800s, a book of morality tales for children was released.
It was called “Der Struwwelpeter,” which basically means “Unkempt Peter.” It was a collection of stories about children who do careless or bad things, and their untimely demises.
For example, Strewwelpeter–who lets his hair and nails grow too long–gets them sawed off.
I’ll let you guess what this story is about.
I’m not sure I want to know what this story is about.
The most famous of the stories was Die Geschichte vom Daumenlutsche. Or, “The Story of the Thumbsucker.”
This kid kept sucking his thumb even though his parents told him not to. One day he was walking along, minding his own business and sucking his thumb, when a tailor comes out of his shop and accidentally cuts the kid’s thumbs off.
Look at the expression on that guy.
That is not “accidental.”
I feel kinda bad for this kid, I totally relate to him. I was a thumbsucker as a child.
I’d suck my thumb everywhere.
At night
Outside
In the grocery store
My parents were really worried. I was 4 and nearing the golden age of 5, when I’d go to kindergarten. So they did everything they could to get me to stop sucking my thumb.
They tried reasoning with me.
They tried warning me.
They tried bribing me.
None of this worked (I liked my thumb too much) and so they tried other methods.
For example, you can’t suck your thumb if your arm is in a pringles can. My mom would pin the can to my sleeves.
Somehow I’d work my arm out of the can, and I’d be sucking my thumb again with the pringles can sticking out from my shoulder.
There’s this stuff that looks a lot like nailpolish, except its for kids who suck their thumbs. You put it on and it tastes so horrible, the kid breaks the habit.
Except me. I realized that if I sucked my thumb long enough, that awful taste would go away and my thumb would be delicious again.
One morning, my dad (who legit knows everything) knew I’d fallen asleep sucking my thumb, again.
I guess he decided it was time for a Come To Jesus meeting.
And it would scar me for life.
Ok so by this time I was old enough to sort of realize that some things people said weren’t true. So I called his bluff.
But I wasn’t 100% sure.
I did keep sucking my thumb. But every time…I worried. Still, the black spot didn’t show up, so I figured I was all right.
UNTIL ONE MORNING
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THE BLACK SPOT!! IT HAD APPEARED!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
I was going to die.
I remember sobbing in my mother’s arms. It was a horrible day.
I remember my dad being there too, looking…kinda guilty.
Well folks, there is a happy ending to the story. My parents had literally scared the thumb outta me…and I stopped sucking my thumb.
They gave me a doll and I was ready for school.
(I recall graduating on to ravenous nailbiting, at this point.)
Years later, when I was in high school–yes, high school–I found out the truth.
That night, my dad had snuck into my room with a sharpie, and marked a black dot on my thumb.
Can you believe parents would do something like that??!?!?!??
Oh now. Let’s not be too hard on my parents. I mean, they did get me to stop sucking my thumb.
And also I’ve sued them for millions of dollars to pay for all my therapy bills.
To be fair…they weren’t the first-grader who tried to convince her classmates that she played Dorothy in “The Wizard of Oz.”
No no–not the play. Like, the actual 1939 movie.
I can’t believe they didn’t believe me!!
(Side note: The mental gymnastics I made to rationalize this were amazing. I remember thinking, “I don’t remember not playing her…so it could have been me!” I was such a good liar, even *I* believed myself!)
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