#daas limb by limb

[strawberripine]

LIMB BY LIMB HEART EMOJI

y’all this oneshot was so fun and sad at the same time i loved it :)) tysm to everyone who tuned in, my lovely players, AND to @ffruitsalad who provided a good chunk of the art!! :) the drawing above is done by me but if you want to see the rest of the pieces (spoiler warning ofc) go check out their page!! <33

[keferon]

Day four-five-six?-eh? of me trying to make a better Blurr figure than Hasbro.

Turned out, painting is the most boring part of the whole process because it involves A LOT of waiting. And I hate to wait.

I took my little guy apart and washed him with soap.

Then I waited for him to dry.

Then covered him with primer(it's a thing that makes paint stick to plastic. It falls of easily otherwise)

Then waited for it to dry.

Then I painted him.

Then I waited

Then I sprayed him with coating

Then I waited. Again.

Then I glued his limbs, head and body together

Then waited a lttle bit more

And TA DAA~ Ehehehe it’s done:D The original gundam figure I started with for the comparison

More photos of the final result in slightly better quality ☆

[connorsnothereeither]

yippee :)

Do with this information as you will:

At the end of Rolling Ghosts, it’s established that the D&D party visit the abandoned house every year on Halloween.

It’s also now established that James said DAAS and the others could stay in the abandoned house.

Ergo… I think the two parties met and are friends and bond over spooky fucked up halloween trauma ✨

[moocfitab]

Limb By Limb Head canons and thoughts :]

Spoilers (obviously /silly)

-The first people Daas goes to after escaping the mine is Devon's house. It absolutely scared the shit out of their dad- but after the initial freak out- her dad helps take care of them and makes them soup and sandwiches.

-It takes a few weeks for Daas to go back to school, but once they do- they're phrased as a new student with a vertigo. Jessica C helps show them around the school and ends up being good friends with Daas.

- Daas had to go to therapy for a couple years, both Physical Therapy to get used to their new body, and mental therapy.

-It takes a few days for Daas to get up the courage to actually shower, it's awkward at first, looking at all of their new body (and still probably processing) but in the end, they all feel better.

- Daas is still covered in doodles done by Alex (and sometimes Devon)

(I am not a system and I don't fully understand all the terms so if I get something wrong I apologize and plz let me know)

- Daas acts very much like a system (for obvious reasons) and most of the time, everyone has control of a certain body part, but there are times when one or two people control the body at a time. For example- Whenever they're around Devon's family- She's usually in control of the body- or when Daas needs to go to cheer practice- Summer usually takes control.

- Whenever the body is asleep, the four of them all chill out in headspace, (which I think would be a mixture of all their living rooms or comfort places) they can still sleep while in their headspace and can still dream.

They're all able to go into headspace while the body is awake- they're all still aware of what's going on around the body while in there, but just not in control. Kind of like when your in a car listening to music, you're aware of your surroundings but not really focusing on it.

(I like the idea that headspace has windows, and the windows represent what time of day it is- so they all know what time it is while in headspace. (If it's daytime outside of the body, then it's daytime for headspace as well. Same with nighttime)

- When Summers parents found out about Daas, they were disgusted- and tried to disown Summer, but Devon took control and defended her with Alex joining in. Alice and Summer both retreated into headspace, where Alice tried her best to comfort Summer.

Limb By Limb is giving me so many funky thoughts and feelings- :3

(Hey so I had this in my drafts and while I was editing it- it got posted- idk how that happened but okay??)

[jayastronomicnova]

"La da da da da!"

Vanilla's ear flickered as her purple eyes shot open. With a huff of air, the small creature stretched their limbs, her long tail raising in the air for a brief moment before she lowered it.

"mmm... kochichi? where..." she looked around the area around herself, before spotting the small slime still huddled with the others, who were all peering out of their temporary spot of rest. The sun peered on the edge of the forest, as the shadows from the trees showered over them.

"Get back.. hmm?"

Vanilla's fur fluffed up as she herself peaked her head out of the bush.

".... mm, human..." the small one murmered, nudging the crowd of little slimes back in.

"Da da da da, da daa!"

"Ah. Kit. Like us." Vanilla rubbed her eyes, fur flattening down as her ears flickered, listening to the young human kit hum a song that Vanilla could swear they have heard somewhere..

The child's heard turned, and with the speed of a lightning bolt hitting a unlucky boy, Vanilla shifted downwards back into the bush, rustling the bush loudly.

"Stop copy song.." Vanilla mumbled to the tiny slimes who were making squishy noises in tune to the humming of the girl.

"Tired for this." Vanilla faceplants into the ground, as the small kid's attention was captured by the call of a blue haired woman.

" im coming mom!"

//based off @chocoenvy 's childgod!au of SAGAU//

[jinkicake]

Quarantine with Akaashi, Tendou

Akaashi x Reader

Tendou x Reader

This is for the request of what quarantine would be like with these fools! I hope you enjoy it, thank you for requesting it! </3 I hope you all stay safe, please stay healthy! 

WC- 1,352

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Akaashi Keiji

Even during quarantine Akaashi will still try to keep his regular routine, go to sleep at a moderate time and wake up early

If you fuck up your sleep schedule, good luck

I don't think he would force you to get up with him though, he would let you sleep in but only till like noon, he would still like for you to have a healthy sleep schedule

Speaking of his routine, Akaashi would have a set schedule. Wake up, shower, eat breakfast, do his work. He would prioritize doing the work he has to finish over avoiding it.

He’s going to make you also do your work during this time, he would try to persuade you and help you with it so you don’t have to stress about it later.

If you stay on your phone all day and try to procrastinate your work, good luck, it's not going to happen with him. He is going to take away your phone LOL but it's out of love because he wants the best for you. 


Akaashi would do fun activities with you like baking or watching movies or taking relaxing baths, anything to try to keep your mind occupied. 


Akaashi is so soft for you, so soft. The thought of him running his hands through your hair and giving you soft ‘head scratches’ gives me the power to produce enough serotonin to last a week.

Expect a lot of FaceTime calls from Bokuto and Kuroo. They’re just as bored in quarantine as you are and probably miss seeing their friends more than anything. You can expect to eat dinner with Bokuto and Kuroo through FaceTime at least five days out of the week.

Akaashi would be a great person to be in quarantine with, he is so perceptive and will be a soft, reliable figure to lean on during this hard time.

“I’m back.” Akaashi announces as he walks through the front door. Despite wanting to run into his arms you give him a bright smile and take the grocery bags from him instead. The two of you part as Akaashi makes a beeline to the shower and you start to put the groceries up. 

By the time you finish putting everything away and finish wiping down the counters, Akaashi emerges from the bathroom. The first thing he does is make his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. 

“It was so hectic out there.” He complains and you relax in his hold, enjoying the feeling of his arms tightly wrapped against you.

“You should just let me go instead.” At this, you can feel him shaking his head and you sulk in his arms.


“Only one of us should go out, and I already have to go out once a week for work.” Now, he is placing loving pecks on your shoulder. “What should we make for dinner?” 

“Fried rice.” You answer without hesitation, resulting in a muffled laugh leaving your fiancé’s lips. Slowly he unwraps his limbs from your own and walks over to the fridge to get out all the ingredients. 

“Bokuto should be calling us any minute.” You glance over at the clock noticing it is almost 7 pm and with a ring from your phone, you open your laptop and answer the FaceTime call with an amused smile.

“Hey, hey!” Bokuto greets, leaning forward and waving happily at the camera.

“Bokuto.” Akaashi throws a smile over his shoulder and you wave back at the older man.

“Hey Bokuto what have you been up to?” You lean forward and smile, staring at him out of curiosity. 

“Absolutely nothing!” 


“Me too!” You chime back, ignoring the disapproving tsk from Akaashi. 

“Please can I come over, please,” Bokuto begs, his head falling in dejection as he cuddles the blanket he is holding to his chest. “I am so bored!”

“We’re social distancing.” Akaashi reminds him and you hear an upset groan coming from the computer. “Just wait for all the fun stuff we will do this summer Bokuto.” 

Akaashi turns to focus his attention on the computer and you take over where he left off on the counter. 

“We can go to the beach, we can go camping, hangout as much as you want-“


“I want to go to the beach!” Bokuto eyes widen excitedly at the promise of these summer plans. 

A fond smile covers your face as you glance over your shoulder at where Akaashi is comforting his best friend, the tenderness touching your heart. In moments like these, you forget that there is a world outside, all you can focus on is Akaashi.

Tendo Satori

Okay, Tendou would be the complete opposite of Akaashi. Where Akaashi still maintains his regular routine Tendou fucks his up. This man is going to sleep at 7 am and waking up at 3 pm with zero regrets. 

What is work? With all this free time you two have now it's ‘finish that long anime you were too intimidated to touch’ time.

Naruto will be finished within a week. Shippuden done in the following week and a half. 

It's easy to let yourself go with a terrible sleeping schedule but Tendou tries to eat semi-decent because of you. I feel like you guys could eat chips and junk food all day but you guys have to have at least one full meal.

It's difficult to be productive during a time like this but you would try to carve out two hours to do the work you have to get done, whether that's something like cleaning or schoolwork

It ends up being a bust though because ten minutes after you declare a work session Tendou will open his computer, see what he has to do, and then close it. Next thing you know the two of you are sending each other tiktoks back and forth on opposite sides of the couch for the next four hours.

All those tiktok trends going around, the whipped coffee, diy clothes, dumb little dances. You can bet you are participating in those. 

Oh you two won’t run out of things to do. Tendou will always have something to do, you cannot tell me this man won’t make a blanket fort in your living room.

Let’s be real. Quarantine is the two of you locked in your apartment alone for weeks, nearly a month. It wouldn’t be surprising if you pulled up with a baby in nine months. 

Overall it’s like having a never ending sleepover with your best friend, you’ll never be bored.

“Ta-daa!” Tendou cheers as he pulls his hands away from your eyes, presenting the masterpiece he created while you were in the shower. You had an odd feeling that he wasn’t joining you, and now you know why. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, a questioning look resting on your face. “It’s like our own kotatsu!” 

“Tendou this not like our own kotatsu.” You cover your laughter with your hand looking at the blankets covering your coffee table. “I like the effort though.” You grip his bicep tightly before placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Come on let’s get under.” 

“Get under?” The red head’s eyebrows shoot up and his mind wanders as he watches you crawl under the blankets. “I mean I guess we will just have to make room.” He mutters and you playfully roll your eyes at his antics. 

The situation on the floor is quite comfy, with the pillows propping your bodies up underneath the blankets. You’re wrapped in Tendou’s arms as you watch a fight scene that has been going on for nine episodes too long, and gently you turn around in his arms with new different thoughts clouding your mind. 

Biting the inside of your cheek to hide your smirk you press your thigh between his legs, fully not expecting to meet his half-hard dick. With a soft whine, you let your face fall to his neck, trying not to burst out laughing.

“Did you really get a boner from watching this fight scene Tendou?”


“ITS A GOOD SCENE.”

[my-hecatomb-for-strength]

Ghayrah (Arabic: غَيْرَة) (sometimes transliterated as ghayra, ghira, gheerah or gheera) is an Arabic word which means a person's dislike of another's sharing in a right (which belongs to the former). It has a sense of earnest concern or zeal over something and can be considered a kind of protective jealousy.[1] In Islam, there are different kinds of ghayrah: that which relates to God and which relates to a Muslim. God's discontent is with sharing the obedience of His servant which rightfully belongs to Him. For a Muslim it is the uneasiness in his heart which moves him to guard his family from indecency.

-“Men are the protectors and maintainers of women" Surah An-Nisa [4:34]Ibn al-Qayyim رحمه الله‎ said, “And the Dayyouth (the man with no jealousy over the women in his family) is the most vile of Allah’s creation, and Jannah is forbidden for him, (because of his lack of Ghayrah – jealousy). The foundation of the Religion is Ghayrah, and the one without Ghayrah is one without Religion, for Ghayrah protects the heart and enlivens the limbs, and shields one from evil and lewdness, and lack of Ghayrah kills the heart so that the limbs die, so that there remains not even shielding from [the minor things]. And the example of Ghayrah in the heart is the example of the strength that shields one from sickness and fights it off, so if the strength leaves, he will be faced with the sickness, and will not find any thing to protect himself from it, so it will establish itself [within him] and destroy him .” [Ad-Daa’ Wad-Dawaa’, p.77]MEANING OF ALLAH'S GHIRA:It was narrated from Abu Hurayrah (may Allah be pleased with him) from the Prophet (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) that he said: “Allah has protective jealousy, and the protective jealousy of Allah is provoked when the believer does something that Allah has forbidden.” Narrated by al-Bukhaari (4925) and Muslim (2761)It was narrated from ‘Aa’ishah that she said: The Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) said: “O ummah of Muhammad, there is no one who has greater protective jealousy than Allah if His male or female slave commits zina. O ummah of Muhammad, if you knew what I know, you would laugh little and weep much.” Narrated by al-Bukhaari (1044) and Muslim (901)Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyah (may Allah have mercy on him) said:The protective jealousy (gheerah) of Allah is provoked when a person does that which He has prohibited, and His protective jealousy is provoked when His male or female slave commits zina…The protective jealousy that Allah attributes to Himself is provoked either when a believer commits that which is forbidden to him, or when immoral deeds are committed, either openly or secretly.

[bananaink]

Hey, not dead :D

This is an idea I had for ages. I love combinding animals/things/plants and fantasy creatures to make a new one but when I saw the cavalry battle in bnha I couldn’t get the image out of my head how Team Midoriya would look like as a combinded fantasy-creature :D

Bunny-Body for Midoriya, obviously, for strength in every limb. Tokoyami as the head in the front and dark shadow hiding in the chest. Ochaco as the little pretty pink paws, getting this bunny to jump and float even faster. And Hatsume with her eyesight and additonal boost-babies integrated in their body.

Why? How?

Blame it on a quirk. Maybe its an AU that Midoriya has a second quirk, somehow able to combine them into one body, resembling something, or it’s just me and my brain alone in a dark room :’D

Ta-daa :D

[space--cadet-glow]

Translation: German manga of “The Minish Cap”, Part 4: “Ezelo and Vaati”

This chapter hurts my soul. The beginning of next chapter does, too-- but, this one really hurts. Even more-so in German than in English, believe it or not. Hopefully my translation gets the heartbreak across.

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.

4. KAPITEL: „EZELO UND VAATI" 4TH CHAPTER: "EZELO AND VAATI" CHAPTER 4: "EZLO AND VAATI"

Link: „Ezelo, ist die Katze noch da?" DT/EQ: „"Ezelo, is the cat still there?" OE: "Hey, Ezlo. It's quiet all of a sudden."

Ezelo: „Es ist jetzt ruhig... guck einfach raus." DT: „It is now quiet... look just out." EQ: "It's quiet now... Just look out." OE: "Take a look for the cat... CAREFULLY!"

Candy: „..." DT/EQ: „"..." OE: "..."

Toneffekte: „SSSST..." DT/EQ: „"SSSST..." OE: "TIP-TOE"

Ezelo: „Link!!" DT/EQ: „"Link!!" OE: "Link!"

Link: „?!" DT/EQ: „"?!" OE: "What the--?!"

Toneffekte: „WAFF!" DT/EQ: „WHOMP!" OE: "CLOMP"

Toneffekte: „Blick" DT/EQ: „"Blink" OE: "PEEEK"

Candy: „Ich habe einen Minish gefangen!!" DT: „I (x) a Minish captured!!" EQ: "I captured a Minish!!" OE: "I caught a Picori!"

Link: „Oh nein!" DT/EQ: „"Oh no!" OE: "Ungh! Uh-oh!"

Candy: „Mama! Guck mal!" DT/EQ: „"Mama! Look (softener)!" OE: "Lookee, Ma!"

Link: „HNNNRH Wah!!" DT/EQ: „"HNNNRH Wah!!" OE: "URRRRGH UGH!"

Toneffekte: „Quetsch" DT/EQ: „"Squish" OE: "Pinch"

Candy: „Bleib hier! Ich bau dir jetzt ein Haus. ♥" DT: „Stay here! I build (for) you now a house. ♥" EQ: "Stay here! I'll build a house for you now. ♥" OE: "Don't run away! I'll make a really nice house for you!"

Link: „Mach keine Witze!" DT: „Make no jokes!" EQ: "You're joking!" OE: "This is serious!" (NOTE: Idiomatic.)

Lolo: „Was schreist du so rum, Candy?" DT: „What screams you so (entensifier), Candy?" EQ: "What are you screaming about, Candy?" OE: "Who are you talking to, Candy?" (NOTE: Lolo is Emma... And Candy retained her name... In the English version. She was named „Andrea" in the German game...)

Link: „Ich will kein Spielzeug sein. Tut mir leid, aber das wird pieken!" DT: „I want no plaything be. Sorry, but this will poke/prick!" EQ: "I don't want to be a plaything. Sorry, but this will poke/prick!" OE: "Sorry, this is gonna hurt... ...But I can't play house right now!"

Toneffekte: „SCHT" DT/EQ: „"SCHT" OE: "JAB"

Candy: „AAAAAAU!!" DT/EQ: „"OOOOOOW!!" OE: "YOOOWWWCH!"

Toneffekte: „BATSCH!" DT/EQ: „"BASH!" OE: "FLING"

Candy: „WUÄÄÄH! Der Minish hat mich gebissen!!" DT: „WAAAAAH! The Minish (x) me bit!!" EQ: "WAAAAH! The Minish bit me!!" OE: "WAAAH A Picori bit me!"

Link: „Autsch..." DT/EQ: „"Ouch..." OE: "Ow!"

Ezelo: „Nichts wie weg hier, Link!" DT: „Not how away here, Link!" EQ: "Get out of here, Link!" OE: "Quick! Get outta here while we can!" (NOTE: Idiomatic.)

Lolo: „Warum weinst du? Hat dich ein Insekt gestochen?" DT: „Why cry you? (x) you an insect stung?" EQ: "Why are you crying? Did an insect sting you?" OE: "What's this fuss about? It was probably just a bug."

Candy: „Das war ein Minish! Ganz bestimmt, Mama!" DT/EQ: „"That was a Minish! Most certainly, Mama!" OE: "Nuh-uh! It was a Picori! I caught it!" (NOTE: ...I HEARD IT, I SAW IT. I WON'T SAY NOTHIN' TO NO-ONE, NEVER IN MY LIFE.)

Toneffekte: „Krappel krappel" DT/EQ: „"Rustle rustle" OE: "Rustle rustle"

Link: „Oh Mann..." DT/EQ: „"Oh man..." OE: "Whew!"

Toneffekte: „SCHOCK!" DT/EQ: „"SHOCK!" OE: "HUH?!"

Link: „Bin ich im Hühnerstall?" DT: „Am I in (the) chicken-coop?" EQ: "Am I in a chicken-coop?" OE: "Great! We're in a chicken coop."

Toneffekte: „Piep piep piep" DT/EQ: „"Peep peep peep" OE: "CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP"

Küken 1: „Was ist daas?" DT/EQ: „"What is thaat?" OE: "What's this?"

Küken 2: „Ein Inseekt?" DT/EQ: „"An inseect?" OE: "What's this? A bug?"

Küken 3: „Was? Insekt?" DT/EQ: „"What? Insect?" OE: "Wha-- A bug?"

Küken 4: „Insekt. ♥ Toll. Hab Hunger, hamham." DT: „Insect. ♥ Terrific. Have hunger, yumyum." EQ: "Insect. ♥ Terrific. Hungry, yumyum." OE: "I LOVE bugs! And I'm HUNGRY!" (NOTE: Since the chick doesn't say „Ich" in the German version, I also left it off in my translation.)

Ezelo: „Au! Aauaa!!" DT/EQ: „"Ow! Oowww!!" OE: "Ow! Owy! Owy! Ouch!"

Toneffekte: „Piep piep piep" DT/EQ: „"Peep peep peep" OE: "CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP"

Toneffekte: „Pieks pieks" DT/EQ: „Prick prick" OE: "PECK PECK"

Link: „Die Küken fressen mich!!" DT: „The chicks eat me!!" EQ: "The chicks are eating me!!" OE: "We're gonna be chicken feed!"

Toneffekte: „Quietsch" DT/EQ: „"Squeak" OE: "KREAK"

Anju: „So meine Küken. Essen ist fertig." DT/EQ: „"So my chicks. Dinner is finished." OE: "Here, cucco chicks! It's dinner-time!" (NOTE: Anju/Ange kept her name.)

Küken 2: „Ah, es gibt Hamham. ♥" DT: „Ah, is there Yumyum. ♥" EQ: "Ah, there's Yumyum. ♥" OE: "It's the girl who feeds us!" (NOTE: There is „es gibt". Again.)

Küken 1: „Hamham. ♥" DT/EQ: „"Yumyum. ♥" OE: "Hi, lady!" (NOTE: It's absolutely adorable how the chicks call Anju "Yumyum".)

Toneffekte: „Torkel" DT/EQ: „"Press" OE: "Wobble wobble"

Link: „Das war knapp!" DT/EQ: „"That was close!" OE: "Saved by the dinner bell."

Ezelo: „Wir könnten jetzt durch die Tür raus!" DT: „We can now through the door out!" EQ: "We can now go out through the door!" OE: "Link! Quick! Head out through the door!"

Küken 3: „Piep" DT/EQ: „"Peep" OE: "CHEEP"

Ezelo: „Hm?" DT/EQ: „"Hm?" OE: "Link?"

Link: „Och... ja..." DT/EQ: „"Oh... yes..." OE: "What're you doing?" (NOTE: The English version once again gave one of Link's speech bubbles to Ezlo.)

Toneffekte: „Schleich" DT/EQ: „"Sneak" OE: "PEEK"

Link: „Ein hübscher Ausblick... Nicht wahr...?" DT: „A lovely view... Not true...?" EQ: "A lovely view... Is it not...?" OE: "Juuust curious..." (NOTE: Slightly idiomatic.)

[OE Version then has one extra line, from the nameless storyteller. OE: "What kind of hero does that?!"]

Link: „Häh?" DT/EQ: „"Eh?" OE: "Huh?"

Erzähler: „Aus Links Perspektive" DT/EQ: „"From Link's perspective" OE: "Link's point of view"

Toneffekte: „WATSCH" DT/EQ: „"WHOMP" OE: "STOMP"

Toneffekte: „Badamm! Piep Kiiii" DT/EQ: „"Badumm! Peep keeee" OE: "Clank cluck cluck"

Ezelo: „Fast hätte sie dich zertrampelt, du IDIOT!!" DT: „Almost (x) she you trampled, you IDIOT!!" EQ: "She almost trampled you, you IDIOT!!" OE: "We almost got squashed! YOU IDIOT!"

Link: „Tut mir leid..." DT/EQ: „"Sorry..." OE: "S-Sorry...!"

[OE Version then has sound-effects not present in the German version. OE: "Wheeze gasp whew" (NOTE: Funnily enough, this was present in the original Japanese version as "Hii ha fuu".)]

Link: „Jetzt ein Hund...? Geh aus dem Weg." DT: „Now a dog...? Go out the way." EQ: "Now a dog...? Get outta the way." OE: "Now what?! A DOG?! Pardon us, pooch."

Wauwau: „Wuff, wohin willst du?" DT: „Woof, where (to) want you?" EQ: "Woof, where do you want to go?" OE: "Woof! Where are you going?" (NOTE: Wauwau is Growler.)

Ezelo: „Ah, er ist freundlich..." DT/EQ: „"Ah, it is friendly..." OE: "He seems friendly enough."

Link: „In die Bibliothek!!" DT/EQ: „"To the Library!!" OE: "We're heading to the Library."

Wauwau: „Ich weiß, wo sie ist. ♪" DT/EQ: „"I know, where it is. ♪" OE: "Hey! I know where THAT is! Woof!"

Link: „Bring mich dahin! Und los!" DT: „Bring me there (to)! And go!" EQ: "Bring me there! And let's go!" OE: "We'll then, can you show us the way? Let's go!"

Ezelo: „Das ist das Gebäude nebenan." DT/EQ: „"That is the building next-door." OE: "But it's just next door...!"

Wauwau: „Wuff, da sind wir. ♪" DT: „Woof, there are were." EQ: "Woof, we are there. ♪" OE: "Here we are! Woof!"

Link: „Danke, Tschüss!!" DT/EQ: „"Thanks, bye!!" OE: "Good boy! Thanks!"

Link: „Puh! Endlich sind wir da..." DT: „Phew! Finally are we there..." EQ: "Phew! Finally, we're there..." OE: "Here at last!"

Link: „Wo mag der Älteste Lexts sein?" DT: „Where might the Elder Lexts be?" EQ: "Where might Elder Lexts be?" OE: "I wonder where Elder Librari is?" (NOTE: The „der" here is to emphasise him like "the Elder we both know about".)

Ezelo: „Für kleine Leute wie uns... ...ist das ein Bücherdschungel." DT: „For small people how us... ...is this a books-jungle." EQ: "For small people like us... ...this is a jungle of books." OE: "At our size, this place is really... ...a MOUNTAIN of books."

Link: „Uff, uff. Warum liegt das hier?" DT: „Ugh, ugh. Why lays this here?" EQ: "Ugh, ugh. Why is this laying here?" OE: "Umph! Ungh! Why is this book up here?"

Studius: „Hey! Stör mich nicht beim Lesen." DT: „Hey! Bother me not while reading." EQ: "Hey! Don't bother my reading." OE: "Hey. You're blocking my paragraph." (NOTE: Judging by how Librari alludes to a "Jotari" in-game that he was really worried about, but we never see him/her, I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume that this particular Minish in-manga is the missing Jotari/Studius.)

Erzähler: „Ein Stadt-Minish aus der Bibliothek." DT/EQ: „"A City-Minish of the Library." OE: "A Town Picori who lives in the library." (NOTE: The City-Minish/Town Minish retained that name.)

Link: „Ups! Verzeihung!" DT/EQ: „"Whoops! Pardon me!" OE: "Oh! Sorry! My bad!" (NOTE: „Verzeihung" can also just mean "Forgiveness" or "Sorry".)

Studius: „Du kommst gerade rechtzeitig. Hilf mir beim Blättern." DT: „You come just right-time. Help (for) me with page-turn." EQ: "You came at just the right time. Help me with the page-turning." OE: "That's okay. You're just in time to help me turn the page."

Link: „Klar!" DT: „Clear!" EQ: "Sure!" OE: "Sure thing!" (NOTE: „Klar" is sort of like "Roger that".)

Toneffekte: „Hoppla!" DT/EQ: „"Alley-oop!" OE: "PUUUUSH"

Studius: „Puh. Diese Seiten sind so schwer... Aber was tut man nicht alles, um weiterzulesen..." DT: „Phew. These pages are so difficult... But what does one not anything, in order again-to-read..." EQ: "Phew. These pages are so difficult... All the things one has to do in order to continue reading..." OE: "The pages in old books are really damp and heavy! But I can't stop. I need to know what comes next!" (NOTE: Idiomatic.)

Studius: „Du willst zum Ältesten Lexts? Komm mit. Am Buchrücken sind Leitern angelegt." DT: „You want to (the) Elder Lexts? Come with. On (the) book-spines (x) ladders applied." EQ: "You want to go to Elder Lexts? Come along. Ladders are applied on the book-spines." OE: "Elder Librari? Sure! I can take you to him. Just follow me. Careful as we climb down the book spines!"

Studius: „Hier geht es weiter." DT: „Here goes it again." EQ: "It continues here." OE: "Now jump over this way!"

Studius: „Bitte-schön!" DT/EQ: „"You're welcome!"/"There you go!" OE: "Here!" (NOTE: It means both and both work here.)

Studius: „Besuch für dich, Ältester!" DT/EQ: „"Visitor for you, Elder!" OE: "Elder! A Hyrulean visitor!" (NOTE: Now, THIS is what made me think this is supposed to be Jotari. Note how usually the Minish will refer to their Masters respectfully-- both Vaati and Chilta call Ezlo and Melari „Sie", respectively. ...But, Jotari? Jotari calls Librari „du"... The INFORMAL "you", implying that they're somewhat close.)

Lexts: „Du bist also Link. Ich bin Lexts, Ginstas Zwillingsbruder." DT: „You are so Link. I am Lexts, Ginsta's twin-brother." EQ: "So, you are Link. I am Lexts, Ginsta's twin brother." OE: "Ah, so YOU'RE Link! I'm Librari, Gentari's twin brother." (NOTE: ...It feels so weird typing „Lexts" instead of "Lexta"... At least he stayed "Librari" in the English version..)

Link: „Ah, Sie wohnen im Buch?! Wahnsinn!" DT/EQ: „"Ah, you live in (the) book?! Madness!" OE: "Wow! You live inside a book! Cool!"

Link: „Sie schreiben ein Buch in einem Buch?" DT: „You write a book in a book?" EQ: "You're writing a book inside a book?" OE: "Are you writing a book... Inside a book?"

Lexts: „Ha ha! Ja, über Aventeuer aus meiner Jugendzeit. Ich schreibe gerade was über den Tempel des Tropfens." DT: „Ha ha! Yes, about adventures from my youth. I write just how about the Temple of (the) Droplets." EQ: "Ha ha! Yes, about adventures from my youth. I was just writing about the Temple of the Droplets." OE: "I'm chronicling the adventures of my youth. Just now... I'm writng about the Temple of Droplets."

Link: „Tempel des Tropfens?! Finde ich dort das Tropfen-Element?!" DT: „Temple of (the) Droplets?! Find I there the Droplet-Element?!" EQ: "The Temple of the Droplets?! Will I find the Droplet-Element there?!" OE: "The Temple of Droplets?! Is that where you find the Water Element?"

Lexts: „Ja, genau. Mit einer Lampe in der Hand betrat ich unerschrocken den Tempel... Und..." DT: „Yes, exactly. With a lamp in the hand enter I fearlessly the Temple... And..." EQ: "Yes, exactly. With a lamp in hand, I fearlessly entered the Temple... And..." OE: "Oh my, yes... The Element! I went there with no regard for the dangers! So brash!" (NOTE: Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd... Smiling...)

Lexts: „Wie es weiterging, steht hier in meiner Abenteuergeschichte. Lies das in Ruhe durch. Irgendwann wird daraus ein Buch." DT: „How it went-on, stands here in my adventure-story. Read this in peace through. Someday be from-that a book." EQ: "How it went on, lays here in my adventure-story. Read through this in peace. Someday, a book will come from that." OE: "The tale is described in Volume 2 of my book... Or is it Volume 3? You should read them all!"

[OE Version then has another sound-effect missing from the German version. OE: "WHUMP" (NOTE: And this was, indeed, also present in the Japanese one, too, as "Dousari", meaning "Thud".)]

Link: „Für so was hab ich keine Zeit! Beschreiben Sie mir den Weg!" DT: „For so what have I no time! Describe you (to) me the way!" EQ: "I don't have time for that! Describe the way to me!" OE: "I don't have TIME to read all that! Just tell us how to get there!"

Lexts: „Du sagst, »so was«? Ein Kind in Eile übersieht wohl, was wichtig ist." DT: „You say »so what«? A child in hurry overlooks completely, what important is." EQ: "»No time«, you say? A child in a hurry will completely overlook what is important." OE: "SIIIGH Youngsters! So busy running around that you miss what you're really looking for!"

Lexts: „Oh, der Spruch gefällt mir. Mein Abenteuer erreicht jetzt den Höhepunkt." DT: „Oh, that saying appeals (to) me. My adventure reaches now the high-point/climax." EQ: "Oh, I like that saying. My adventure is now reaching the high-point/climax." OE: "Hmm... I think I can use that! I'm just getting to the good part."

[Siiiigh... Another missing sound-effect on German's part. OE: "Scritch scritch" (NOTE: Japanese version had "Garigari" or "rasp rasp".)

Link: „Hören Sie mir überhaupt zu?" DT: „Listen you (to) me at all to?" EQ: "Are you listening to me at all?" OE: "Are you even listening to me?" (NOTE: Idioms. Meep.)

Lexts: „Der Kampf gegen meinen Erzfeind!!" DT/EQ: „"The fight against my archenemy!!" OE: "The battle against my archenemy!"

Lexts: „Ja, endlich was es so weit! Mit hochgestrecktem Hahnenkamm stellte er sich vor mich! Seine Krallen und sein tödlicher Schnabel waren auf mich gerichtet!" DT: „Yes, finally was it so far! With high-stretched cockscomb stood he himself before me! His claws and his deadly beak were to me directed!" EQ: "Yes, finally, the time had come! With a high-stretched cockscomb, he stood before me! His claws and deadly beak were directed at me!" OE: "The fateful confrontation had arrived! He came at me with his crest raised... Claws and beak as sharp as blades!" (NOTE: That first sentence could also be, "Yes, finally, it happened!".)

Link: „Gegen einen Hahn...?!" DT/EQ: „"Against a rooster...?!" OE: "Does he mean a cucco?"

Lexts: „Ich hielt meinen Speer hoch! Seine Krallen funkelten!!" DT/EQ: „"I held my spear high! His claws sparkled!!" OE: "I readied my needle! His claws fashed!"

Lexts aus der Vergangenheit: „Yaaah!!" DT/EQ: „"Yaaah!!" OE: "GAAAH!" (NOTE: That is, "Lexts in the past".)

Lexts: „Damals habe ich diese Feder gewonnen." DT: „Back-then (x) I this feather won." EQ: "I won this feather back then." OE: "I claimed this feather as my prize!"

Toneffekte: „Hö Hö" DT/EQ: „Ho ho" OE: "Fwuf fwuf"

Link: „Also gewonnen! Das ist ja klasse! Ich dagegen wurde gerade fast von Küken gefressen!" DT: „So won! That is indeed classy! I however was just almost by chicks eaten!" EQ: "So, you won! That's classy, indeed! I, however, almost just got eaten by chicks!" OE: "Wow! Great story! You really were something! We almost got eaten by a chicken before!" (NOTE: ...Uh, English? You okay there? ...To literally quote you from a page ago, "Does he mean a cucco?" ...BE CONSISTENT, DARN IT.)

Ezelo: „Lexts ist ein abenteuerlustiger Minish, der als Einziger den Tropfen-Tempel betreten hat." DT: „Lexts is an adventurous Minish, the as sole the Droplet-Temple entered (x)." EQ: "Lexsts is an adventurous Minish; the sole one to have entered the Droplet-Temple." OE: "Sir Librari is well-known as the ONLY Picori ever to enter the Temple of Droplets." (NOTE: But props to the English version for attempting to translate the fact that, in the Japanese version, Ezlo called Librari "Bukuta-dono", which is an old-fashioned way to respectfully address someone. "-Dono" is somewhere between "-san" and "-sama", on the "respect" meter. It means something like "Noble". So, "Sir" is pretty darn close.)

Lexts: „Hm?! Sie kennen mich. Wer sind Sie...?" DT/EQ: „"Hm?! You know me. Who are you...?" OE: "Oh! You've heard of me! And who are YOU?"

Ezelo: „Öhm... Ich habe nur viele Infos..." DT: „Uhm... I have only much information..." EQ: "Uhm... I just have a lot of information..." OE: "O-Oh, y'know... I'm just a knowledgeable cap."

Link: „Sein Name ist Ezelo." DT/EQ: „"His name is Ezelo." OE: "His name is Ezlo."

Lexts: „Ezelo?" DT/EQ: „"Ezelo?" OE: "Ezlo?!"

Lexts: „Den Namen kenne ich irgendwoher... Ihre Stimme kommt mir auch bekannt vor..." DT: „The name know I somewhere-of... Your voice seems/comes (to) me also familiar..." EQ: "I know the name from somewhere... Your voice seems familiar to me, too..." OE: "I've heard that name somewhere... I think I recognize your voice too!" (NOTE: „vorkommen".)

Toneffekte: „SCHRECK" DT/EQ: „"SCARE" OE: "JOLT"

Ezelo: „Wir müssen jetzt los! Entschuldigen Sie uns!!" DT: „We must now go! Excuse you us!!" EQ: "We must go now! Please excuse us!!" OE: "Really? How strange. Love to talk more, but..."

Lexts: „Nimm die Karte mit!" DT: „Take the Map with!" EQ: "Take this Map along!" OE: "Take this map!"

Ezelo: „Hurtig, Link!!" DT/EQ: „"Quickly, Link!!" OE: "...We have to go! C'mon, Link!"

Link: „Warum so plötzlich?!" DT/EQ: „"Why so sudden(ly)?!" OE: "What's gotten into you?"

Ezelo: „Klappe! Wir können nicht tagelang dableiben! Los, wir machen uns auf den Weg!" DT: „Can it/Shut up! We can not days-long there-stay! Go, we make us to the way!" EQ: "Can it/Shut up! We can't stay there for days! Go, let's get back on track!" OE: "Nothing! If we let him, that guy would've talked all night! We've still got daylight to travel in!" (NOTE: Since „Klappe" is a "lid"... And as an order means to "shut up", "Can it!" conveys both meanings! Also, the second sentence is one huge idiom.)

Link: „Er verheimlicht irgendwas..." DT: „He keeps-secret something..." EQ: "He's keeping something secret..." OE: "Ezlo's hiding SOMETHING! I wonder WHAT?"

Erzähler: „Mit Hilfe von Lexts Karte... ...geht das Abenteuer von Link und Ezelo auf der Suche nach den fehlenden zwei Elementen weiter." DT: „With help of Lexts's Map... ...goes the adventure of Link and Ezelo on the search by the missing two Elements again." EQ: "The the help of Lexts's Map... ...the adventure of Link and Ezlo continues on with the search of the two missing Elements." OE: "With the help of Elder Librari's Map... ...Link and Ezlo continue their search for the two remaining Elements."

Erzähler: „Geheime Welt von Tabanta" DT/EQ: „"Covertly World of Tabanta" OE: "Castor Wilds" (NOTE: Both names stayed.)

Toneffekte: „Wutsch matsch" DT/EQ: „Whoosh mash" OE: "Glup shlup"

Erzähler: „Tor des Windes" DT/EQ: „"Gate of (the) Wind" OE: "Fortress of Winds" (NOTE: Both names stayed. Again.)

Toneffekte: „Wuuuuh wuuuuh Grooooh" DT/EQ: „"Wooooh woooh grooooh" OE: "Hwooo hwooo hwooo"

???: „MAULWURFHANDSCHUHE" DT/EQ: „"MOLE-GLOVES" OE: "MOLE MITTS" (NOTE: I didn't know whether to count this as a narration or a sound-effect, hence the question marks. Also, the names stayed the same.)

Toneffekte: „Schaufel schaufel schaufel" DT: „Shovel shovel shovel" OE: "Slash chunk shunk"

Link: „Wir graben munter weiter... ♪ Hopp, hopp. ♪" DT: „We dig merrily further... ♪ Alley, alley-oop. ♪" EQ: "We dig further, merrily... ♪ Alley, alley-oop. ♪" OE: "Let's dig! Dig quick! Dig deep! ♪ Diggity-dig! ♪"

Toneffekte: „BOPP" DT/EQ: „"POP" OE: "PLORP"

Link: „Huch? Ezelo, da!!" DT/EQ: „"Huh? Ezelo, there!!" OE: "Whoops! Ezlo, look!"

Ezelo: „Ja, das ist der Tempel des Tropfens!" DT/EQ: „"Yes, that is the Temple of (the) Droplets!" OE: "Hey, that's the Temple of Droplets!"

Link: „Ein Tempel im Untergrund! Auf zum dritten Element!" DT: „A Temple in the underground! On to (the) third Element!" EQ: "An underground Temple! Onto the third Element!" OE: "Wow! Imagine that Temple buried here so long! Water Element, here I come!"

Toneffekte: „GACK" DT/EQ: „"GACK" OE: "TRIP"

Link: „Waaah!! Autsch!!" DT/EQ: „"Waaah!! Ouch!!" OE: "AAAAH! OW! OW! OW!"

Toneffekte: „GONG! KULLER KULLER" DT/EQ: „"GONG! ROLL ROLL" OE: "WHONK BAM BONK" (NOTE: BACK, ELBOW, SHOULDER.)

Link: „Aauuua..." DT/EQ: „"Oowwww..." OE: "Grooooan"

Ezelo: „Du musst müde sein, Link. Wie wäre es mit einer Pause?" DT: „You must tired be, Link. How be it with a break?" EQ: "You must be tired, Link. How about a break?" OE: "You must be tired after such a long TRIP. Maybe you should save some of it till next FALL."

Link: „Nein! Ich will Zelda so schnell es geht von ihrem Fluch befreien! Da kann ich keine Pause machen!" DT: „No! I want Zelda so quickly it goes of  her curse free! There can I no break do!" EQ: "No! I want to go and quickly free Zelda of her curse! I can't take a break here!" OE: "Very funny! Now quit fooling around-- we've got work to do! We have to save Princess Zelda!"

Ezelo: „Du bist ja voller Elan... Wenn ER bloß so viel Mumm hätte..." DT: „You are indeed full (of) vigour... If HE only so much guts/spunk had..." EQ: "You are full of vigour, indeed... If only HE had so much guts/spunk..." OE: "You really are a determined lad! If only HE had that much grit..."

Link: „Wer ist denn »er«?" DT: „Who is then »he«?" EQ: "Who is »he«, then?" OE: " "He"? "He" who?"

Ezelo: „Oh! Da sind aber viele Minish! Was mag das bedeuten, Link?!" DT: „Oh! There are but many Minish! What might that mean, Link?!" EQ: "Oh! There are so many Minish! What might that mean, Link?!" OE: "Oh! Look! Lots of Picori! I wonder what they're doing?"

Link: „Schön abgelenkt..." DT: „Beautifully distracted..." EQ: "Greatly distracted..." OE: "Why're you changing the subject?"

Link: „Ich weiß gar nichts über Ezelo..." DT/EQ: „"I know absolutely nothing about Ezelo..." OE: "There's something strange going on with Ezlo."

Link: „Ich dachte, er wäre nur eine komische Mütze... ...aber was ist er in Wirklichkeit?" DT/EQ: „"I thought, he was only a comical Cap... ...but what is he in reality?" OE: "I think he's MORE than just a strange cap... ...But he NEVER wants to talk about himself."

Link: „He! Wo geht ihr alle hin?" DT: „Hey! Where go you all to?" EQ: "Hey! Where are you all going to?" OE: "Hey! Where are you guys going?"

Wald-Minish 14: „Zum Konzert. Zum Konzert." DT/EQ: „"To (the) concert. To (the) concert." OE: "To a concert... ...A wonderful concert!"

Stadt-Minish 1: „Im Tempel... ...wird die große Fee der Eintagsfliegen singen." DT: „In (the) Temple... ...will the Great Fairy (of) the Mayflies sing." EQ: "The the Temple... The Great Fairy of the Mayflies will sing." OE: "The Great Mayfly Fairy... ...is singing in the Temple of Droplets." (NOTE: ...BUT THE GERMAN GREAT FAIRY OF MAYFLIES IS CALLED THE „HÖHE SCHIMMER-FEE" IN-GAME!)

Link: „So hübsch... Was für eine schöne Stimme... Sie ist Zelda... ...ein wenig ähnlich." DT: „So pretty... What for a beautiful voice... She is Zelda... a little smiliar..." EQ: "So pretty... What a beautiful voice... She is a little similar... to Zelda..." OE: "She's beautiful! And such a pure voice! She looks a little... ...like Princess Zelda..."

Ezelo: „Link, weißt du das? Die große Fee geht fort, wenn sie... ...zum Ende gesungen hat." DT: „Link, know you that? The Great Fairy goes away, if/when she... ...to the end sang (x)." EQ: "Link, did you know that? The Great Fairy goes away when... ...she has sung to the end." OE: "Did you know that... ...when the Great Mayfly Fairy stops singing... ...her life ends?"

Link: „Was?! Wieso?! Dabei ist sie doch so schön..." DT: „What?! How-so?! Therewith is she still so beautiful..." EQ: "What?! Why so?! She's still so beautiful..." OE: "Huh?! But she's so young and strong!"

Ezelo: „Sie hat eine kurze Lebensdauer. Die Fee kam vor sieben Tagen zur Welt... Sie singt sieben Tage und sieben Nächte..." DT: „She has a short lifespan. The Fairy came of seven days to (the) world... She sings seven days and seven nights..." EQ: "She has a short lifespan. The Fairy came into the world seven days ago... She sings for seven days and seven nights..." OE: "A mayfly's life is short. That Fairy only hatched seven days ago. She's been singing for seven days and nights..."

Ezelo: „...und zeigt uns den Glanz des erfüllten Lebens, ehe sie fortgeht." DT: „...and shows us the shine (of) the fulfilled life, before she away-goes." EQ: "...and shows us the shine of fulfilled life, before she goes away." OE: "...sharing her bright, brief, beautiful life... But soon she'll perish."

Link: „Bitte, sing weiter! Nicht aufhören! Bitte, große Fee!" DT: „Please, sing again! Not stop! Please, Great Fairy!" EQ: "Please sing again! Don't stop! Please, Great Fairy!" OE: "DON'T stop! Please! Keep on singing! Great Fairy, you HAVE to, or..."

Große Fee der Eintagsfliegen: „Danke, das du hier bist. Mein Lied ist zu Ende." DT: „Thanks, that you here are. My song is at end." EQ: "Thanks for being here. My song is at the end." OE: "Thank you for listening, but... ...My song is through."

Link: „Sie... wissen, was auf Sie zukommt. Wieso können sie dennoch lächeln?" DT: „You... know, what of you becomes. Why-so can you anyway smile?" EQ: "You... know what becomes of you. Why can you smile anyway?" OE: "A-And you kn-know your fate? How can you smile? It's so unfair!" (NOTE: I'm pretty sure that's supposed to be „können Sie" in that second sentence, since Link is still talking to the Great Fairy.)

Große Fee der Eintagsfliegen: „Du hast mein Lied gehört. Du hast es akzeptiert. Allein das macht mich schon glücklich." DT: „You (x) my song heard. You (x) it accepted. Alone that makes me already happy." EQ: "You heard my song. You accepted it. That alone makes me happy already." OE: "I got to SHARE my song with... ...someone who CARES. For that, I am truly happy."

Große Fee der Eintagsfliegen: „Ich wünsche dir, dass du bald dein Glück findest..." DT: „I wish (for) you, that you soon your happiness find..." EQ: "I wish that you soon find your happiness..." OE: "I pray that you find your happiness as well."

Link: „Das Tropfen-Element!!" DT/EQ: „"The Droplet-Element!!" OE: "The Water Element!"

Große Fee der Eintagsfliegen: „Das Tropfen-Element stillt den Durst und besitzt die Kraft der Heilung. Es wird dir eine große Hilfe bei deinem Abenteuer sein, kleiner Held." DT: „The Droplet-Element quenches the thirst and bestows the power of (the) healing. It will (for) you a big/great help with your adventures be, small hero." EQ: "The Droplet-Element quenches thirst and bestows the power of healing. It will be a big/great help for you on your adventures, small hero." OE: "The Water Element quenches thirst and brings healing. It will aid you in your journeys, small Hero." (NOTE: ...IT SUITS YOU, LITTLE HERO.)

Link: „Oh ja! Ich bin jetzt topfit..." DT: „Oh yes! I am now top-fit..." EQ: "Oh, yeah! I'm now fighting-fresh..." OE: "I-It's true! My weariness is gone, and I feel refreshed!" (NOTE: Idiomatic.)

Toneffekte: „KRACK WAMM" DT/EQ: „"KRACK WHAM" OE: "FLASH BOOM"

Minish: „IIEEK" DT/EQ: „"EEEEK" OE: "YAAIIII"

Link: „Vaati?!" DT/EQ: „"Vaati?!" OE: "VAATI?!"

Link: „Will er das Element rauben?!" DT: „Wants he the Element steal?!" EQ: "Does he want to steal the Element?!" OE: "Is he here for the Element?"

Vaati: „Verzeih die Störung. Ich... ...spüre sehr viel Macht an diesem Ort..." DT: „Pardon the disturbance. I... ...feel/sense very much power at this location..." EQ: "Pardon the disturbance. I... ...feel/sense a lot of power at this location..." OE: "Sorry to interrupt such a tender moment... ...But I sense a convergence of great energy here!"

Toneffekte: „TAPP" DT/EQ: „"TAP" OE: "TEP"

Vaati: „Große Fee! Wo ist das Force?!" DT/EQ: „"Great Fairy! Where is the Force?!" OE: "Great Mayfly Fairy... ...Where is the Light Force?"

Große Fee der Eintagsfliegen: „Hier wirst du es nicht finden." DT: „Here will you it not find." EQ: "You will not find it here." OE: "There is NO Light Force here."

Vaati: „Verschweig mir besser nichts... Du weißt viel mehr über das Force als die Minish!" DT: „Withold (to) me better not... You know much more about the Force than the Minish!" EQ: "Better not withold anything from me... You know much more about the Force than the Minish!" OE: "There's no use hiding it. It MUST be you! These Picori know NOTHING of Light Force."

Große Fee der Eintagsfliegen: „Hier findest du nur den Glanz des Lebens." DT: „Here find you only the shine of (the) life." EQ: "You'll only find the shine of life here." OE: "All you sense here is a celebration of life!"

Vaati: „Ich frage dich nur noch ein Mal..." DT: „I ask you only still one time..." EQ: "I'll ask you only one more time..." OE: "This is your last chance, Fairy..."

Toneffekte: „TAPP" DT/EQ: „TAP" OE: "TEP"

Vaati: „Wo ist das Force?!" DT/EQ: „"Where is the Force?!" OE: "WHERE is the Light Force?"

Link: „He, Vaati! Ich habe nach dir gesucht!" DT: „Hey, Vaati! I (x) for (to) you saught!" EQ: "Hey, Vaati! I've been seeking you!" OE: "Hey, Vaati, you creep! I've been hoping to run into you!"

Ezelo: „Link, nicht!" DT/EQ: „"Link, no!" OE: "N-No, Link!"

Link: „Befeie Zelda von deinem Fluch!" DT/EQ: „"Free Zelda from your curse!" OE: "Undo that curse you placed on Princess Zelda!"

Vaati: „Hm?" DT/EQ: „"Hm?" OE: "Eh?"

Vaati: „Oh, ja... Na, so eine Überraschung." DT: „Oh, yes... Well, so a surprise." EQ: "Oh, yes... Well, what a surprise." OE: "Well, well... I never thought I'd see YOU here..."

Vaati: „Mein Meister Ezelo!!" DT/EQ: „"My Master Ezelo!!" OE: "...Master Ezlo!"

Link: „Was?!" DT/EQ: „"What?!" OE: "Huh?!"

Ezelo: „Du hast dich nicht verändert, Vaati." DT: „You (x) yourself not changed, Vaati." EQ: "You haven't changed, Vaati." OE: "You haven't changed, Vaati."

Vaati: „Und Sie sind noch immer in dieser jämmerlichen Gestalt! Hi hi hi hi. Sie sollten die Stärke meines Fluches schätzen." DT: „And you are still always in that pathethic shape/form! He he he he. You should the strength my curse appreciate." EQ: "And you're still in that pathetic shape/form, as always! He he he he. You should appreciate the strength of my curse." OE: "And you're looking just as SHABBY as ever too. How are you enjoying the curse I placed on you? Pretty good, eh?" (NOTE: *spits coffee out at German version*)

Ezelo: „Wie armselig, Vaati... Ich schuf diese Mütze nicht für deine bösartigen Machenschaften!!" DT: „How pitiful, Vaati... I create that Cap not for your evil/malicious scheming!!" EQ: "How pitiful, Vaati... I didn't create that Cap for your evil/malicious scheming!!" OE: "It's pathetic! I didn't make that Cap to power your evil schemes!"

Link: „Ezelo ist Vaatis... ...Meister?!" DT/EQ: „"Ezelo is Vaati's... ...Master?!" OE: "Ezlo was Vaati's... ...Teacher?!" (NOTE: As for how English Link deducts "teacher" out of "master"... Vaati used "Oshishou" for Ezlo in the Japanese version. It means BOTH "master" AND "teacher".)

Vaati: „Die Mütze erfüllt die Wünsche des Trägers! Wundervoll! Dank der Mütze bin ich jetzt einzigartig auf der Welt! Ich bin der Hexenmeister!!" DT: „The Cap fulfills the wishes (of) the wearer! Wonderful! Thanks (to) the Cap am I now matchless/unique in the world! I am the sorcerer!!" EQ: "The Cap fulfills the wishes of the wearer! Wonderful! Thanks to the Cap, I am now matchless/unique in the world! I am a sorcerer!!" OE: "Perhaps not. But thanks to this cap, whose great POWER is to grant the wishes... of WHOEVER wears it, I have become this world's... ...one and ONLY Mage!" (NOTE: English, you're not even trying to hide the "demon" thing again...)

Vaati: „Mir fehlt nur noch die Macht des Force!!" DT: „(For) me missing only still the power (of) the Force!!" EQ: "All that is missing for me is power of the Force!!" OE: "All that's left is to get my hands on the power of the Light Force!"

Link: „Macht des Force?" DT/EQ: „"Power (of) the Force?" OE: "The power of the Light Force?"

Ezelo: „Auch mit dem Force wird dein Wunsch nicht in Erfüllung gehen!" DT: „Also/even with the Force will your wish not in fulfillment go!" EQ: "Even with the Force, your wish will not be fulfilled!" OE: "Even WITH the Light Force, you won't necessarily GET your wish!"

Vaati: „Hah! Sie sind ein schlechter Verlierer. Der Fluch ist so stark... Keine Kraft wird Sie von ihm befreien." DT: „Hah! You are a bad/sore loser. The curse is so strong... No power will you from it free." EQ: "Hah! You are a sore loser. The curse is so strong... No power will free you from it." OE: "Ha! Don't be a sore loser, Master. The curse I placed on you is STRONG. You'll NEVER gather enough power to break it!"

Ezelo: „Mich vom Fluch zu befreien, ist auch nicht mein Wunsch! Aber wir werden dich stoppen!!" DT: ��Me of (the) curse to free, is also not my wish! But we will you stop!!" EQ: "Freeing me from the curse is not even my wish! But we will stop you!!" OE: "Fool! I DON'T CARE about returning to normal!! But I WON'T let you go unchecked!" (NOTE: NOOO, GERMAN EZLO!!! THIS IS ALMOST AS BAD AS THE "LIVE WITH THE CURSE" LINE THE GERMAN GAME HAD!!!)

Ezelo: „Wir werden deine niederträchtigen Pläne vereiteln!! Los jetzt, Link!!" DT: „We will your wicked plans thwart!! Go now, Link!!" EQ: "We will thwart your wicked plans!! Let's go now, Link!!" OE: "I'll see to it that your petty little plans are thwarted! Let's go, Link!"

Link: „Was?!" DT/EQ: „"What?!" OE: "Huh?!"

Ezelo: „Beeil dich! Schnell weg hier!!" DT: „Hurry yourself! Quick(ly) away here!!" EQ: "Hurry up! Quickly, away from here!!" OE: "Stop dawdling, fool! Get us out of here!"

Link: „?! Warum?!" DT/EQ: „"?! Why?!" OE: "?! W-Why?!"

Ezelo: „Du kannst erst gegen ihn antreten, wenn du das Heilige Schwert mit den vier Elementen hast." DT: „You can not-until against him on-take, if you the Holy Sword with the Four Elements have." EQ: "You can't take him on until you have the Holy Sword with the Four Elements." OE: "You CAN'T beat Vaati until you get all Four Elements AND fix the sacred Sword!"

Ezelo: „Jetzt hättest du absolut keine Chance! Du musst jetzt die Schande ertragen und fliehen!!" DT: „Now have you absolutely no chance! You must now the shame bear/endure and flee!!" EQ: "Now, you have absolutely no chance! You must now bear/endure the shame and flee!!" OE: "At this point, you're no match for him! So take the better part of valor and RUN AWAY!"

Link: „Das... Das kann ich nicht!! Ich werde ihn jetzt und hier besiegen!!" DT: „That... That can I not!! I will him now and here defeat!" EQ: "I... I can't do that!! I'll defeat him here-and-now!" OE: "I... I CAN'T do that!! I'm going to take him out right here and now!"

Toneffekte: „TSCHING" DT/EQ: „"SHING" OE: "SHING"

Ezelo: „IDIOT!!" DT/EQ: „"IDIOT!!" OE: "You idiot!"

Vaati: „Niederträchtig, sagen Sie?! Immer hielten Sie mich zum Narren..." DT: „Wicked, say you?! Always hold you me to (the) fool..." EQ: "Wicked, you say?! You always played me for a fool..." OE: " "Petty little plans," you say? You always did underestimate me!" (NOTE: Idiomatic... And oh my gosh, this chapter... I feel my heart breaking... EVEN WORSE, that second line could also be translated as "You always did consider me a fool...")

Vaati: „Aber nun werde ich meine Überlegenheit zeigen!" DT: „But now will I my superiority show!" EQ: "But now, I will show my superiority!" OE: "Let me prove AGAIN how much BETTER I am than you!"

Toneffekte: „PUZZ..." DT/EQ: „"BUZZ..." OE: "ZWORP"

Link: „Die große Fee der Eintagsfliegen!! Wie kannst du nur?!" DT: „The Great Fairy (of) the Mayflies!! How can you only?!" EQ: "The Great Fairy of the Mayflies!! How could you?!" OE: "Great Mayfly Fairy! What've you done?!"

Vaati: „Warum nicht?" DT/EQ: „"Why not?" OE: "Do you disapprove?"

Vaati: „Sie wäre doch sonst gestorben. Aber in dieser Gestalt kann sie für immer und ewig leben. Sie sollte mir dafür danken!" DT: „She would still otherwise dead. But in this shape/form can she for always and eternity live. She should (to) me therefore thank!" EQ: "She would be dead otherwise. But in this shape/form, she can live forever and always. Therefore, she should thank me!" OE: "If I'd let her be, she'd have died. Now now, in this form, she can live FOREVER! You should thank me for saving her life!" (NOTE: ...I see that German Vaati has taken lessons in trickery from the Other Mother from "Coraline"...)

Toneffekte: „WRAMM KRACK KRACK" DT/EQ: „"WHAM CRACK CRACK" OE: "WHAM CRUMBLE CRACK"

Ezelo: „Vorsicht! Sie ist verwirrt und tobt herum!" DT: „Caution! She is confused and rages around/about!" EQ: "Watch out! She's confused and is raging around/about!" OE: "She's confused and panicking! Look out!"

Vaati: „Leider hab ich keine Zeit mit euch zu spielen..." DT: „Unfortunately have I no time with you all to play..." EQ: "Unfortunately, I don't have time to play with you all..." OE: "Sorry, but I don't have time to play with you two."

Toneffekte: „KRACK KRACK KRACK" DT/EQ: „"CRACK CRACK CRACK" OE: "CRASH CRUMBLE SMASH"

Vaati: „Doch das Force wird mir gehören. Entschuldigt mich..." DT: „Yet the Force will (to) me belong. Excuse me..." EQ: "The Force will belong to me yet. Excuse me..." OE: "I'm late for my appointment to find the Light Force. I trust you'll excuse me..."

Link: „Warte, Vaati!!" DT/EQ: „"Wait, Vaati!!" OE: "Vaati! Wait!"

Toneffekte: „DO DO DOOH" DT/EQ: „"DO DO DOOH" OE: "RUMMMBLE"

Link: „Verdammter Vaati!! Die große Fee tut mir so leid..." DT: „Damn Vaati!! The Great Fairy does (for) me so sorry..." EQ: "Damn Vaati!! I feel so sorry for the Great Fairy..." OE: "That rat! I'll NEVER forgive him! How could he do that to the Great Mayfly Fairy?!" (NOTE: *drops coffee cup in surprise at German Link's brashness*)

Toneffekte: „Hüpf" DT/EQ: „"Hop" OE: "SPROING"

Ezelo: „..." DT/EQ: „"..." OE: "..."

Ezelo: „Link... Es ist wohl an der Zeit, dir alles zu erzählen..." DT: „Link... It is probably at the time, (to) you everything to tell..." EQ: "Link... It's probably time to tell you everything..." OE: "Well, Link, I guess now I have no choice but to tell you EVERYTHING."

Ezelo: „Vaati und ich... Wir sind beide vom Volk der Minish." DT: „Vaati and I... We are both from (the) nation/people (of) the Minish." EQ: "Vaati and I... We are both from the Nation of the Minish."/"Vaati and I... We are both Minish people." OE: "Vaati and I were Picori." (NOTE: Not THIS confusion again! Here, just take both translations.)

Link: „Was?!" DT/EQ: „"What?!" OE: "Huh?!"

Link: „Du und Minish?! Quatsch..." DT: „You and Minish?! Nonsense..." EQ: "You and the Minish?! Nonsense..." OE: "You were a Picori?! N-No way!" (NOTE: I'm not sure if the German version was trying to emphasise Link's doubt in Ezlo being a Minish, or if they just messed up and meant it to be, „Du und Vaati?! Quatsch..." or something like that.)

???: „Das alles fing mit einer Mütze an..." DT: „The all began with a Cap (x)..." EQ: "It all began with a Cap..." OE: "It all began with a Cap... A very special cap..." (NOTE: Not sure if this is supposed to be Ezlo or the storyteller... So... Also, „anfangen".)

[austarus]

HR Wells x Reader Waking Up Papa Bear

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @stellar-raven .

Scrunching your face, you squeeze your already shut eyes even tighter as the sunlight rouses you from peaceful slumber, your dream world escapes you. You rub your face with a hand and regain a sense of gradual wakefulness, eyes adjusting to your shared room. A little noise escapes your throat, the ray of sunshine hits you as the slight glimmers of light filter through the cream colored blinds of your bedroom windows. You shift your arms under the pillow as you lay on your back, your pajama shirt rides up slightly as you squirm slightly.

Turning your head as you settle the palms of your hand on top of your stomach, folding them there, your eyes scan over HR's exhaustively asleep figure. His dark hair's ruffled from sleep, snoring lightly as his broad back faces you. Breathing quietly to yourself, your eyes soften up before you maneuver you head to your beside counter, where you phone lies along with the baby monitor. As you pick up your phone you note the time. 9:30... I don't want to get up though... You think, snuggling back under the warmth of the covers. Closing your eyes once more to fall back asleep, your ears perk up at a noise, which has your senses on wide alert.

A small gurgle followed by a fussy noise is emitted from the baby monitor to your baby's room. You're wide awake, eyes snapping open as your motherly instinct kicks in, blood pumping loudly in your ears and worry filling your heart. Theo? You gingerly push the covers off you, pulling them around HR so he can remain asleep. You cringe, body aching from moving all of a sudden from the bed. Grabbing one of your jackets that lay on the chair that has become a clothes rack for you, you put it on and pad hurriedly to Theo's room. You step closer to the baby cradle in the midst of the pastel-green colored room with multiple baby toys arranged neatly. The changing bed next to the baby drawer full of clothes and diapers as the hanging animal mobile shook slightly with every movement.

"Hey, baby," you coo to the young child, one hand on the white wooden cradle while the other reached out to Theo. The 1 year-old and a half extended a tiny limb to grasp your finger in his hand. Baby blue eyes wide with curiosity. You smile gently as the baby moves your finger around.

"Mommy's here," you coo and shift closer to gingerly carry the fragile baby. "Mommy loves you so much." You place a kiss on Theo's forehead, bouncing him slightly to elicit a giggle and wide smile. That same sunshine-y smile as HR. Goodness, you know you’ll never tire of either of them. You dread the day your baby boy grows up and goes off to kindergarten.

Theodore... my baby, you turn your head to look out the door, across Theo's room was yours. You stroll out with your baby in your arms, one hand resting on his back so he doesn't fall back, and meander into your room. Your eyes glance over HR, who now resides on his back with a pillow clutched to his chest in one arm, before falling back to Theo. Our baby...

To this day, the thought of Theo coming into the world and being here with you and HR... A bundle of joy, the product of your love with the Earth-19 novelist... It still tugs at your heart, melting, so much that tears prick at you eyes out of happiness.  You quickly wipe them away with the back of your palm. I love them so much. You hadn’t thought that this, love so strong yet willing, would ever be in your story. You didn’t think anyone would ever want you, but... then HR came to Earth 1...

You kiss the top of Theodore's head once more, a soft smile on your face as you step out of you room, phone in your back pocket. "How about we get you changed out of your pj's and get something to eat while daddy sleeps?" You talk to the baby in a low, but soft voice as you comb his floofy hair to the side. Baby blue eyes just watch you with big and innocent eyes, tiny hands gripping onto your shirt.

---

You head out to the kitchen with Theo, who keeps gurgling incomprehensible noises, in fresh clothes for the day with your pajamas in the basket, ready for a wash. You wiped his little butt and changed his diaper along with dabbing on some lightly-scented lotion. Caitlin was proud of Theo’s developing verbal skills, well in this case all the gibberish noises he makes, as well as his motor functions. He should be able to crawl soon, Caity said so and she’s a good doctor so...

"Aahh fffft maa," your baby fiddles with his own fingers as you seat him in his reclined chair, the bottled milk of baby formula and some napkins (in case some milk splutters out of his mouth) on the table beside you. Because last time you set anything infront of Theo, like the fruity yogurt cup you had for breakfast, he would make a mess out of it. "Maa," he squirms in his seat, arms out stretched to you.

---

After feeding Theo, you clean the baby up because he managed to still somehow get messy. "Silly baby," you chuckle with a soft smile on your face, wiping his chin with the soft wipes. Theo gives you a toothless grin, automatically melting your heart. This baby is too precious... I blame HR.

"Up we go," you stand up slowly, cradling him close to your chest with one hand secured at his back. He busies himself with your gold-chained necklace, adorning a golden star. It was the one that HR had gotten you for your first anniversary together. Looking to the clock, you furrow your eyebrows at the current time. 11:22? Already? Time really does fly.

"Looks like we should wake up papa bear," you whisper to Theo, rubbing your nose against his smaller one, a happy noise to fall from his mouth. "Right, Teddy?"

"Ahh daaa mm," Theodore murmurs, before patting your collarbone in what you can only assume agreement with your words. 

"I'll take that as a yes, my little cutie pie"

You gently padded through the small apartment with socked feet, reaching your room to find your lean husband still slumbering with pleasant dreams. The covers were thrown off to the side haphazardly, only covering a part of his midsection as light snores escape him. Literally an angel, I almost feel bad for doing this. You held in a giggle, creeping closer until reaching the bed an idea sparking in your mind as Teddy held onto you tight. 

“Daaa,” he made a little noise as you set him down on HR’s chest stomach first. Of course, HR doesn’t really register the baby weight on him because he’s asleep and well... he’s all buff too. But that rant and power-point on HR’s godly designed body is a discussion for another day.

You gave your baby boy a gentle forehead kiss once he was situated. Teddy looked up at you before gingerly maneuvering his head to look at his dad, uttering “Daa” then looking around a bit more. 

You pulled out your phone and decided to make a little video out of this entire exchange. “Go on, honey bun,” you whisper, getting on your knees and resting your elbows on the mattress to HR’s side with the camera trained on your boys. “Wake daddy up, Teddy.” Your baby only looked up at you before looking down with a little frown and pouty lips, noises falling out of Theodore’s mouth as he squirms. 

“Daa, daaa, daaa,” you giggled when he started doing that little cute shriek, patting your husband’s sturdy chest. A groan erupted from HR’s throat as Theo continued his assault, the older man languidly returning to reality and registering the tiny child on top of him and the sound of your giggling. Scrunching his nose, HR blinks awake and rubbing his face with a strong hand from any remnant of sleep. The awakening novelist moved his body slightly, hands resting on the child laid on him.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you whisper, saving the video and tucking your phone away to lean closer, giving HR’s stubbly cheek a kiss. Baby Theo had stopped when he felt HR move a bit, gripping tightly to HR’s shirt.

“I’ve been kissed by an angel, and it looks like another has made his place on my chest. I must be blessed today.”

I’m the one that’s blessed... you jumped over to E1 and made your way into my heart... “Is that so?” You quirk an eyebrow at him when his baby blue gaze meets yours. A deep chuckle resonates in the room from HR. Teddy watched you as he leaned for an actual kiss from you, which you sweetly gave him.

“Apfftt maa.” Pulling away, your head snapped to Theo, getting your full attention.

“Teddy, what did we say about spitting like that?” You lightly scold the baby, obviously not meaning any harm as you pull out a napkin and gingerly wipe his mouth. He only kicked his feet while HR moved to sit up, holding your baby tightly as he adjusts himself. The tall man places a his on Theodore’s forehead, playing with his silky dark hair that mirrors his own.

Teddy just rests his head against HR’s shoulder, playing with his shirt. “Da!” HR pats the spot beside him for you to sit. Doing so, you take your spot beside him and pass him the glass of water that HR keeps on his bedside table in case he gets thirsty at night or early morning if he was to go on a run. Your Earth-19 novelist takes a swift drink before handing it back to you. After setting the glass cup down you rest your head against his chest, closing your eyes and relishing in this quiet moment with HR curling his arm around you. Listening to his strong heartbeat always eased your worries, but you couldn’t help but think that maybe blessed things do come to those who do good and wait.

[vosh-rakh]

Daa,

Something’s come up. It’s Uuloril and daro’Zirr. He went missing first, and then they went to find him. Now they’re both gone. If you don’t hear from me in a week or two, your ass better come looking for me. And them too, I guess.

I don’t want to lose any more of us.

- Scales

With a note like that, she should have known better than to expect him to wait. 

Uuloril had been invited to meet someone; he had told daro’Zirr where he was going; Hla-eix followed daro’Zirr’s tracks, because the khajiit always traveled recklessly. But Hla-eix’s investigation left very little for Daabush to go on, the clues mostly destroyed or no longer useful, and Hla-eix knew how to move in secret, minimizing her trail.

Fortunately, on top of being among the last Dragonborns, Daabush was damn near the best tracker in all of Tamriel.

He followed her across Skyrim, never catching up, but the faint trail was fresh enough he knew she couldn’t be more than a day ahead of him. He knew he wouldn’t find her before she found their friends, but hopefully whatever happened, they could hold out one extra day for him to arrive.

After a week of chasing, Daabush entered the Dragontail Mountains, and thereby the nation Orsinium. He might have been excited to be here had the circumstances been different. At the border he was stopped by orcs in heavy orichalc armor.

“Halt, outsider,” said one, supposedly the leader, in Orcish. “State your business.” 

“None of your business,” replied Daabush. His Orcish was fairly rusty.

“You come here, you make it our business,” said one of the other guards.

“I can really make it your business if I have to. Move aside.”

“That a threat?” The guards drew their weapons in trained unison.

Daabush had not bothered to bring his bow for this quest. Whatever was stealing his friends from him demanded a more personal touch. He pulled a massive warhammer from his back, but did not bother entering a combat stance. “A promise.”

One of the younger guards stepped forward to attack, but his boss held him back, and said, “Wait. Is that…?”

“By Malacath,” exclaimed another. “It is. It’s…”

As every orc recognized the hammer and its gravity, they whispered in awe, “Volendrung.”

Daabush stepped forward until he was almost tusk-to-tusk with the captain. “Unless any of you want an express trip to meet the one who gave me this hammer,” he said, “you are going to take me to the city. Now.”

- - - - -

The capital city of Orsinium, Orsinium Major, was nested in a deep valley surrounded on all sides by a veritable wall of mountain faces. It was only accessible via a network of natural tunnels carved into the rock. The orc from the border patrol who led him there had to give Daabush to the guards who roamed those halls. They attempted to rebuff him as well, but his heavy badge as Malacath’s champion forced their hand.

When he emerged into Orsinium Major, he could not help himself this time to be a tiny bit awestruck. The entire city was built like a temple, perfectly arranged and carved from stone, every building from abode to smithy to palace a monolith to the strength and fortitude of the orcish people. Orcs, goblins, ogres, trolls, and even ogrim walked its streets like priests of Malacath (or Trinimac), and though Daabush had long ago distanced himself from his people, his chest was filled with pride to witness their works.

But then he remembered his purpose, and continued his investigation.

After asking around to no avail, Daabush resorted to more subtlety in his search. The approach proved fruitful, if only because the subtlety of his target was less than impressive. The facility was poorly hidden. If you looked hard enough, the entrance to the cave was visible from over the city’s walls. And Daabush had eyes like a hawk. All it took the old hunter was a bit of climbing to reach it.

The hole in the side of the mountain was watched by two orcs in even heavier armor, but brass rather than orichalc. (Daabush did not care to wonder why.) They were braver than the border patrol, and seemed unimpressed by the artifact Daabush wielded. But their bravery was misplaced. One had his chest caved in, and the other Shouted off the mountain.

The first chamber of the caverns was mostly empty, except for some brass machinery that Daabush couldn’t quite place. Were these thugs operating out of some dwarven ruins? It seemed irrelevant to him until one of the machines spoke.

It was some kind of perforated cone hung from the ceiling. It had a thin, metallic voice, speaking Cyrodiilic. “Ah, you’re here, Daabush gro-Dren. Come, your friends and I are waiting for you. But, if I may? Please do spare my researchers. They will not harm you. I cannot make the same promise for the soldiers, as they are sworn to defend our work. Make your way to us as you must. I eagerly awai-”

Daabush smashed the machine into a thousand brass pieces. He didn’t bother to see if it communicated both ways, because he couldn’t stand to hear any more of the transmitted monologuing. If they were to exchange words before Daabush tore him apart, they were going to do it face-to-face.

He did decide to oblige the speaker’s request to spare the civilians. But he relished destroying the armed orcs like they were skeevers. Deep into the mountain, with a trail of mangled corpses and weeping scientists behind him, Daabush kicked down the door to the lab.

Inside were four cages. Three of them held Uuloril, daro’Zirr, and Hla-eix, all chained and gagged, while the fourth and central chamber contained a small orc whose brief startlement became a wide smile when he saw Daabush.

“Wonderful! You made it.” He clasps his hands together. “My name is Ogash. I hope the soldiers didn’t give you much trouble? Ah, no, of course they didn’t. With friends like these,” gesturing vaguely at the caged Dragonborns, “of course you would be more than capable of taking care of them.”

“Let them go. And maybe I won’t paint Orsinium with your guts.”

Ogash frowns. “Oh, well, you see. I can’t quite do that yet. I do hope you don’t get too heated over it.”

“I can show you heated, alright. Let them go.”

“Show me that fire, then, little dragon. I’m dying to hear it!”

Hla-eix yells through her gag and fights against her restraints, but it’s too late. “Yol Toor Shul!”

Daabush’s shout never reaches the orc in the cage. Suddenly his eardrums are filled with ringing like a bell’s long echo, and he cannot move an inch.

“Excellent!” exclaims the small orc, opening his cage. “Give me one moment, please.”

Only Daabush’s eyes are mobile now, and he looks around the room. The walls and ceiling are covered with more of those metal cones, and they stare at him like laughing eyes. His captor moves over to a large machine and fiddles with it for a moment, pulling levers and flipping switches. It prints out something on a long scroll of paper, which he scrutinizes with a growing frown.

“Damn. Still useless to me…” He glances at Daabush’s frozen body with a slight smile. “You’d think the thu’um would be more interesting, and more scientifically important.” He crumples up the paper and tosses it behind him. “Oh well. I’ll release them then. You’ll find I haven’t harmed a hair on their head. Or tail. Or a scale on their skin? What a fascinating bunch, but not for my purposes.”

As promised, Ogash begins to open the cages, unlock the chains, and remove the gags, starting with Uuloril, who seems very shaken by the entire ordeal. Next is daro’Zirr, who tries to bite the orc as he ungags her, but can’t quite manage it. Last is Hla-eix, who says nothing and does not resist.

Once the three are freed, Ogash operates the machine again, relinquishing Daabush from the ringing and paralysis. Daro’Zirr catches him as it happens so he doesn’t fall over. Once back on his feet, he tries to swing at their captor, but stops his arc just before hitting Uuloril square in the face. “He’s letting us go,” the altmer says, his voice dripping with exhaustion. “Leave it be. No more bloodshed.”

Daabush stares into Uuloril’s eyes for a moment, then grunts and puts Volendrung away. Ogash smiles at Daabush, and he really wishes Uuloril would let him kill the orc anyway.

But then there is a flash of steel and a spray of warmth on Uuloril and Daabush. They stare at Hla-eix and her bloody blade and face as Ogash starts screaming.

“Oops,” she says. “I’m sorry. I think I slipped. So very sorry.”

“I don’t think she’s sorry,” Uuloril whispers to Daabush after stepping back to hide behind him. “Or that it was an accident.”

“You don’t say,” Daabush says, rolling his eyes.

Daabush bends over and picks up Ogash’s severed arm from the floor. “Here,” he says, holding it out to the wailing orc. “Let me give you a hand.” He hits Ogash so hard that the amputated limb breaks with several sickening snaps, and the orc is unconscious before he hits the ground. His body starts thrashing about, blood spewing everywhere, as the last Dragonborns leave Orsinium to go home.

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“I need a new lab. New facilities.”

A smith is fitting Ogash for a prosthetic as a healer tends to his swollen face. Across from him, shrouded in darkness, is the King of Orsinium.

“You don’t say,” she says, her eyes scanning the reports in her hands.

“New guards, of course. More of them. And almost all of my assistants quit.”

“Both are replaceable.” She flips through a few pages. “You, however, are not. Even if you’ve given me nothing so far.”

Ogash frowns and says nothing. But then he suddenly straightens up in his seat, then squeaks in pain. The sudden movement caused the healer to accidentally press too hard on the bruised mound supposedly hiding an eye. He composes himself, and says, “I have an idea. But I need a more remote lab. And more funds.”

The King puts aside the reports and leans forward, the shadows peeling from her skin like a sunburn. “What’s this new idea that will dig even deeper into my coffers?”

Ogash runs through historical, geological, mathematical, metaphysical, and tonal data in his head. “There’s a few more things that need checking. But this could really work.” His mind races through dark tunnels, navigating their twists and turns, searching for something that could change everything. “I need some of your best and most loyal to accompany me into the deep tunnels. Very deep.” 

He swats away the smith and healer with his remaining left hand so that he can lean in towards the King and whisper, “If we find what - who - I think is down there, I can make your nation something truly great.”

[emilyjunk]

Mistletoe

Merry Pitchmas, @pitchedperfectly​!!! Itsa me... your secret santa! :)

[Read on AO3] or below

It was common knowledge in the Bella house that as soon as the puppy calendar on the wall flipped to November, it was wise not to linger in doorways. It was best in general to always be on the move and never stand in one spot.

For Beca, this was a priority because she personally had been burned on more than one occasion, usually by Stacie (on purpose, that bitch), a few times by Amy, and on one surprisingly not horrible occasion, Lilly.

So when Beca approached the Bella house after her classes one day halfway through November and realized she forgot her keys, she felt her heart rate skyrocket. In a panic, she looked up, and when she saw it, her once quickly beating heart came to a literal standstill in her chest.

Death could take her now, thank you very much.

Okay, she told herself, trying to breathe. She had three options here. The first and likely most horrible option would be for her to ring the doorbell and have someone answer it. The consequences of that would be average at best. At this time of day it’d be either Amy on the other side (less than ideal) or Chloe (better, but she wasn’t in the mood for the prolonged showdown that her afternoon would become if that were the case).

Second, she could try to climb up the tree in the backyard and maybe if she was lucky, be able to make it to the second floor roof without breaking any of her limbs. Then she could climb in through Stacie’s always left unlocked window.

Or there was always option three --

“Hey! Beca!”

-- that.

She turned around in relief as Emily came striding up the sidewalk and saw her standing there. Emily was a safe option, much better than Amy anyway.

“Emily, hey.”

“What are you doing standing out here?”

“Forgot my keys.”

Emily frowned. “Dang that sucks. I got you though.”

“Thanks.” Beca hovered while Emily fumbled in her bag for her keys.

“Have you been waiting out here long?”

“No, just a few minutes.”

Emily finally pulled her keys out of her bag with a triumphant flourish. “There! Oh that’s good then. Okay let’s see.” She jimmied her key in the lock and the door swung open. “Ta-daa.”

Beca smiled gratefully. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Emily’s smile was so warm, Beca was starting to feel better already.

“So uh.” Beca cleared her throat. “Guess we gotta do it then.”

Emily blinked at her in confusion. “Do what?”

“You know.” Beca rolled her eyes and gestured to the top of the door.

Emily looked up curiously. “What?”

“You know!” Beca fidgeted with her scarf. At Emily's continued confusion, she sighed and pointed at the patch of green and red above the door. “Mistletoe.”

Emily froze, her wide eyes landing on Beca. “Uhhhhhhh. Wait, that’s like, a real thing?”

Beca snorted. “Right, I forgot this was your first Christmas here. Well, guess I better warn you about how it is then.”

“How what is?”

Beca chuckled. “Chloe. She’s like, crazy about Christmas. That’s why the house is all… you know, Christmasey. And she thinks mistletoe is like, the most romantic thing on the planet. She hangs like ten of the things around the house and she fucking moves them all the time so you’re always caught by surprise.”

“Oh…” Emily peered back up at the mistletoe.

“Didn’t you see Jessica and Ashley making out the other night?”

Emily turned bright red and laughed awkwardly. “I just thought that’s how they are…”

“Well they are.” Beca rolled her eyes. “But also they were under the mistletoe and if Chloe catches you not kissing she stands there and watches like some perv and if your kiss isn’t satisfactory, she makes you do it like ten times until she’s satisfied. So it’s best to just, you know, do it on your own terms or whatever. She’s crazy.”

“Right.” Emily met Beca’s eyes for a second, then looked back up at the mistletoe. “So we, um, have to, like, kiss?”

“No, we don’t have to. We just have to make sure Chloe doesn’t catch us.”

Emily laughed at that. “Okay.”

Beca peeked her head into the entrance hall. No sign of Chloe. “Coast is clear.” She stepped back and gestured for Emily to go ahead. “After you.”

“Thanks.”

“Well thanks for letting me in.”

“No problem.” Emily gave her a soft smile and gestured behind her. “I’m just gonna…”

Beca nodded. “Yeah I’ve gotta… in my room… and yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

They blinked at each other. Emily laughed. “Okay, see you later.”

Then she bustled off into the kitchen, leaving Beca to look back at the mistletoe one more time before shutting the door behind them.

//

The second time it happened, Beca was just trying get to the kitchen.

The Bellas were having their pre-break Bella Thanksgiving. Everyone was rushing about, cooking dishes and making decorations and place settings and who knew what else. It was Beca’s job to set the table.

She’d just put the last of the plates down and went to go back for the glasses and drinks. That was the plan, anyway. It just wasn’t working out.

“Sorry,” she said as she bumped into Emily, who was trying to come out of the kitchen while Beca was going back in.

“Whoops,” Emily giggled as she tried to move around Beca and they both went in the same direction. She stutter-stepped to avoid running into Beca again.

“I’ll just.” Beca tried to move the opposite direction, but Emily had the same idea. For a second, it was like they were dancing, trying to move past the other and getting stuck when the other went the same way.

Finally Beca huffed and stopped. “Kay, wait.” She grabbed Emily by the shoulders and nudged her to the left. “You go that way and I’ll go this way.”

“Yeah,” Emily chucked. “Good plan.”

She moved to go into the kitchen, but Emily grabbed her arm.

“Wait.”

Beca hesitated and Emily pointed above the doorway. Looking up, Beca rolled her eyes. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Emily scrunched her nose with a smile. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips to Beca’s cheek.

Beca felt heat rush to the spot. “Oh. Uh. I, mean. Chloe isn't…” She trailed off, unsure why her brain was tripping over itself. What had she been about to say?

“Best to just do it on your own terms right?” Emily smiled shyly and Beca found herself automatically nodding.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s… that’s right.”

Emily smiled one more time and moved past Beca. Beca stared after her until Fat Amy pushed through her with an abrasive, “move, PITCH, get out the way!”

“Right,” Beca murmured, letting Amy through. She drifted into the kitchen, desperately trying to remember what she’d been going in there for in the first place.

//

The third time, it happened so quickly that Beca wasn’t one hundred percent positive she didn’t imagine it into existence.

By the time finals were rolling around, everyone had gotten so used to the mistletoe that quick kisses in Bella doorways were second nature. Beca personally still tried to avoid it, but she’d seen Chloe and Cynthia Rose, Stacie and Flo, and even Amy and Lilly peck each other on the lips quickly when getting stuck under the red berries before moving on.

For most of the Bellas, it was just habit at that point.

So maybe it shouldn’t have surprised Beca when she stepped out of the bathroom on the last day of class before finals started and Emily leaned down to kiss her immediately.

Beca had been in the shower, and her body was already warm, but suddenly there were lips touching hers and she felt like she’d just taken a lava bath.

“Uhhh,” she said, simply because she’d been taken by surprise. She blinked her eyes open (they’d closed on instinct) and just watched as Emily smiled at her and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Looking up, Beca saw the familiar green and red and suddenly understood.

So why did she feel so unsatisfied?

//

The fourth time it happened, it didn’t really happen.

In fact, even if it had happened, it wouldn’t have happened to her.

She’d been sitting on the couch, studying for her last exam, when she witnessed it:

Stacie and Emily getting caught under the mistletoe.

She had been distracted from her studying by a small noise off the entranceway, which she could see from her spot on the couch. Stacie had been going out the front door just as Emily had tried to come in.

“Pucker up, Legacy,” Stacie said with enough enthusiasm to light Times Square.

Emily chuckled. “Chloe’s not here, we don’t have to.”

“Killjoy,” Stacie said, leaning down to kiss Emily on the cheek.

Emily just shook her head, wished Stacie good luck on her final, and shut the door behind her.

She disappeared into the kitchen and Beca was left feeling puzzled as to what she’d just witnessed.

Chloe hadn’t been around for their cheek kiss, or their brief liplock, and Emily had kissed her. So what gives? Of all the Bellas to kiss, Stacie would probably be anyone’s first choice. Well not Beca’s, but everyone else’s probably.

Or... was she?

The sudden thought filled Beca with an unmistakable happiness, and that’s when she realized why she had felt so unsatisfied after Emily had kissed her before.

Beca was into it and she had wanted more.

She tried to go back to her studying after that revelation, but it was no use. She kept imagining all the ways she could get Emily under the mistletoe.

Considering all the effort she’d put into avoiding Chloe’s games the past two months, the fact that there were only two days left until they left for break and the mistletoe came down for the year seemed like a sick joke.

//

“Have a good break, Emily!”

“Thanks guys!”

Beca peered out of the loft window to see Emily’s mom’s car idling near the curb. Finals were over, break was here, and everyone was leaving.

She could hear all the goodbyes happening, and a panic had filled her chest. She didn’t know what she wanted to do.

“Em, let me know if you get a good New Year’s kiss. I wanna hear all about it!” Stacie gushed, but Emily’s response was lost in the sound of someone else closing a door down the hall.

“Merry Christmas, guys!”

This was it -- Emily was leaving. Beca wouldn’t see her for a month and by then, she wouldn’t have her mistletoe excuse. It was now or never.

She rushed down the loft stairs, across the hallway and past everyone’s bedrooms, and down the main stairs. She skidded into the entranceway just as the door was closing on Emily’s suitcase wheels.

“WAIT!” She threw open the door.

Emily had only taken one step away. “Oh. There you are, Bec. I was wondering if I would get to say goodbye to you.”

“Yeah,” Beca huffed, slightly out of breath from her rush down the stairs. “Um. Bye dude.”

Then she stepped forward, leaned on her tippytoes, and pressed her lips firmly against Emily’s.

Emily let out a squeak of surprise, but her hands immediately gripped at Beca’s cheeks. There was a thump as she released the handle of her suitcase and the whole thing toppled off the front steps.

They only kissed for a moment, but to Beca, it might have been a lifetime.

Emily shivered and pulled back, her cheeks red. “Uh. I…” She cleared her throat. “There’s no, umm. No mistletoe.”

“What?” Beca’s head was spinning.

Emily pointed above the front door. “There’s not any mistletoe. Chloe took them down.”

“Oh.” Beca stared at Emily, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. “I. Yeah, I just… you know. Didn’t want you to go without that because um, well the last one, outside the bathroom I mean, I felt kind of ripped off.”

“Ripped off?”

“Yeah,” Beca said, more resolute now. “Yeah, that’s right. Exactly. Ripped off.”

Emily stared at her for a moment, like she was considering their last kiss. Then her face split into a grin. She looked away, embarrassed. “Oh. Well then.”

“Yeah.”

Emily side-eyed her, blushing. Biting her lip, she leaned down extra slowly, her nose rubbing against Beca’s, and pressed their lips together. Beca had never had such a soft kiss and it made her heart fall into her stomach. Then Emily pulled back.

“There,” she said against Beca’s lips. “Hope that one was better.”

“Uh,” Beca murmured. “Yeah. It was… it was fine.”

Emily hummed, finally standing up straight. “Merry Christmas, then.”

“Yeah. Merry Christmas.” Beca watched in a daze as Emily made her way down the steps and grabbed her fallen suitcase.

Emily walked down the front sidewalk a few steps, then looked over her shoulder. “If you’re still not satisfied, you’ll just have to wait until after break for another.”

Beca grinned. “I’m not. I’m definitely still not satisfied.”

Emily shook her head and offered Beca a cute wave over her shoulder. Beca just watched as she walked the last of the way to her mom’s car, put her suitcase in, and got into the passenger seat. The car drove off with a cheerful honk.

Beca stepped back into the Bella house in some kind of dream state. Ignoring the catcalls and teasing from the Bellas, she drifted back to her room and flopped back on her bed.

This was probably gonna be the longest break ever.

[connorsnothereeither]

The Donna’s 2004 cover of ‘Dancing With Myself’ from the soundtrack of the film ‘Mean Girls’ is THE Daas theme song for Limb by Limb,

In this essay I will…

[protect-lethally-blog]

@into-the-spiderverse​

Okay, so let’s start at the beginning. 

Symbiotes reproduce asexually. Basically, each symbiote has ‘seeds’ that eventually create a spawn that breaks off from it’s parent and ta-daa new symbiote! That’s how Carnage was made. The quintet was different. Waay back in Lethal Protector, the Venom symbiote was separated from Eddie and taken by the Life Foundation, which extracted five of the ‘seeds’ and artificially sped up their development to create five new symbiotes, that they then bonded to five members of their security force. They are: Scream (yellow and orange), Agony (purple/pink) Lasher (green), Phage (brown), and Riot (grey). Eddie Brock originally thought he destroyed them, but they and their hosts survived. 

The five of them broke off from the Life Foundation and tried to strike out on their own. Their only problem: they couldn’t communicate or control their symbiotes, so they were super unstable. They captured Eddie (once more separated from Venom) and tried to convince him how to help them. (this was all in Venom: Separation Anxiety, if you ever want to read). 

Unfortunately, Eddie refused. Most likely, he expected them to turn out like Carnage and just wanted to see the symbiotes destroyed. As they were trying to convince him, someone was picking them off one by one, by killing their hosts. They thought it was Eddie, but it turned out to be Donna Diego, the host of the Scream symbiote. Life didn’t do a good psyche eval on her, as she was prone to psychotic breaks and schizophrenia. She believed the symbiotes were evil and needed to be killed, and her reason for bringing Brock there was less to get his help, and more to kill Venom when it came to get him. 

(Donna killing Riot)

She was stopped by Venom, and she and the symbiotes were all taken into government custody when the police showed up. (symbiotes in the comic don’t die outside of a host immediately, and can stay on their own for some time, but will eventually starve without the chemicals they need that they leech from their host)

Scream would escape and show up later, but she’s not who we’re talking about xD

As a side story to Venom: Along Came a Spider, we see the four symbiotes being studied in a government facility, where they pretty much tortured and starved them. 

They managed to break free while outside of their tubes and joined together to become Hybrid. 

It tried to bond with a man named Scott Washington after that, but was forced off of him, and tried to flee the lab. Washington, who was already sort of sympathetic to them, is the one who found them, but having been bonded with them briefly, he knew how much pain they were in and let them go. Later on, they tracked Washington down at his apartment and bonded with him. Washington had been injured in a gang fight and paralyzed from the waist down, and agreed to bond with them in order to get his revenge. 

All they wanted was a kind host. :(

So, they stay with Scott as Hybrid for a while until Eddie goes on his ‘all symbiotes must die’ crusade (long story for another time). Eddie does succeed in killing Scream and Donna, then succeeds in killing Scott Washington, but the hybrid symbiotes survived. The government once more picked them up and separated them, a process they said which left them comatose. 

The ‘comatose’ symbiotes were then fashioned into weapons and given to members of a special forces operation. 

A while down the line, Carnage found the base the special forces guys were stationed at and killed the soldiers. The symbiotes broke out (not nearly as comatose as they were supposed to be), and all piled into Lasher’s dog-host. From there, they bonded briefly with Deadpool to help him take down Carnage (all four of them separate, not as Hybrid again). After that, Deadpool had them go back into the dog and told it to take them back to the government. 

To my knowledge, this is the last time the quartet are seen. So, theoretically, they could still be out there somewhere, sharing the dog. Probably not, since they need emotions to feed off of, so they’d look for human hosts, but who knows. 

Each of them has their own little quirks, too. Like Lasher has whip-like tendrils. Riot can move the fastest, and prefers to create blunt weapons,  Phage makes it’s limbs into bladed weapons much like Carnage, and Agony can actually generate and spit acid. 

One really important thing to note about them is that they are shown to be far more docile than most symbiotes. The entire time they were with Washington, they really didn’t want to fight, and actually were kind of appalled when they bonded with him. They went to him because he was kind to them when he let them escape, but when he bonded, he wanted to use them for revenge. 

It’s a pretty consistent concern for them, to the point that they try to leave him. 

Until the gang member Scott was ‘interrogating’ tries to shoot them, so they go back to Scott and help him fight. Scott eventually gets most of his revenge, realizes it wasn’t as great as he thought it’d be, and decide to use Hybrid to make his area of New York better, and we see no more complaining from them. Presumably, they’re cool with it as long as Hybrid doesn’t kill anyone, which they don’t. 

So, basically, they’re poor babies who’ve been done wrong a lot and really don’t deserve the shit, because, honestly, these four symbiotes have never done anything that bad. Unlike Carnage, Toxin, or even Venom, they have not really done any harm to anyone, except maybe when they were with their first hosts. (I know Scream kind of hurt some people when she lost control a few times, but I don’t remember if the four did or not. They might have when breaking Brock out of an FBI facility, but, at the same time, they were so young back then they couldn’t even communicate, is it really their fault?). They didn’t even injure anyone when they broke out of the lab as Hybrid. Compared to others, they are by far the most docile and softest of goos. 

[the-raven-sisters]

Chapter Seventeen

Title: Ohana

Theme Song: Saturn by Sleeping At Last

Word Count: 3,994

Warnings: language, angst, violence, blood, character death

Characters: (OC) Harper Raven, (OC) Maisie Raven, (OC) Phillip Calloway, (OC) Quincy Carter, (OC) Simone González, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

A/N: “Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.”

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“You know, some of these stars could be dead right now. I love how we can still see their light even after they’re gone.” Maisie finds herself sitting on the outcrop of roof outside of Harper’s room, one of her favorite memories playing out in her dreams once again.

Maisie hums in agreement. “I guess humans are kind of like stars too. Even after they’re gone, they don’t really leave us. We can still see them everywhere in our lives. The things they did for us.” Maisie’s eyes become misty as she speaks, thinking of her late foster mother, Laelynn. Harper is silent for a beat, then she suddenly gets up and climbs through the window back into her room. Maisie can hear her rummaging around until she reappears through the window.

“Well, this was supposed to be for your birthday, but Mom wasn’t supposed to die… So, I think you should have it now.” Harper hands Maisie a small, round, white box with a bright yellow bow on top. It almost looked like a daisy, Maisie’s favorite flower. Maisie tugs on the bow lightly and it falls away. When she opens the box, her breath catches.

It’s a simple gold, circular pendant made to look like a compass. She turns it over, already knowing the coordinates that are engraved there by heart. The coordinates to the Harvelle’s Roadhouse, or rather where it used to stand before it was blasted to ruins by demons.

Maisie has been waiting on this gift for years. Harper and Jo had gotten identical ones, passed down by their moms. And now Maisie has Laelynn’s. Picking the necklace from the box, she merely lets it set in her hand at first, trying to feel all the history it held. She swears, if only for a second, she could feel Laelynn with her.

Maisie hands the necklace to Harper and turns her back so her sister can secure it for her. Once it’s in place, Maisie knows she’ll never take it off.

“Thank you, Harp.” Maisie pulls her sister in for a hug and doesn’t let go. 

Maisie wakes with a start, confusion mixed with grogginess making her head pound. She slowly takes in her surroundings, wondering how she got to her old room in California. She doesn’t even remember falling asleep. The last thing she remembers is telling her dad where to find Momma Q.

Maisie tries to get to her feet, but has to lean on her bedpost for support. Her eyes are still heavy and her limbs feel burdensome. Suddenly, a man's loud, angry voice makes her flinch. It almost sounds like her dad, but she has never heard him raise his voice.

Making it to the door, she slowly pulls it open and shuffles down the hall towards the voices in the living room. She can now hear another, weaker voice, but there is a short bald-headed dude and a wiry woman with wild auburn hair, blocking her view.

“You’ll pay for what you took from me,” the first voice says, but this time it’s a quiet anger, his words coming out in a low growl.

“I’ll pay with my life if I have to. But you leave my daughters out of it.” Maisie realizes with a start, that the second voice is Momma Q. Her head throbs painfully as she tries to put the pieces together of what’s happening, but what Peter says next makes her heart stop.

“Maybe I could have left Harper out of it if she could have minded her own goddamn business! But I took care of her. I would have gotten rid of that little redhead too if it weren’t for that bitch of a witch I had to deal with. In the end, you are all that really stands in the way of an eternity with my daughter.” Maisie breaks from her shocked trance, when she realizes Momma Q is now gasping for breath. She reaches for her knife, but it isn’t there. All she can do is try to talk her father down.

Maisie rushes forward, breaking through the barrier of the two vampires. The sight of her only living mother fighting for her life at the hands of her father makes Maisie sick to her stomach.

“Dad, stop! Please,” Maisie begs, her voice cracking. She runs forward, trying to pry her father’s fingers away from around Momma Q’s neck. The two vampire lackeys suddenly seem to remember their job, and surge forward to restrain Maisie.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean for you to see this. In time, you will understand. And we will have more than enough time.” Peter turns back to Quincy, a sick smile playing on his lips as he tightens his grip. Quincy’s movements become less volatile, her strength giving out.

Maisie pulls and kicks against the vampires restraining her, but she has no leverage to pull free. She screams for her mother until her voice is hoarse, even after Quincy’s arms drop and her legs stop thrashing. Peter bares his fangs, and Maisie has to squeeze her eyes shut before he plunges them into Quincy’s neck, draining the last drops of life from her body.

Maisie hears Momma Q’s body thud to the ground, but it sounds far off. Her captors finally release their hold on her and she simply crumples to the floor. She doesn’t want to open her eyes. She doesn’t want to see her dead mother’s body that she knows is only inches away from her. Silent tears stream down her face. Only one thought ricochets in her mind until she loses all consciousness.

“It’s all my fault.”

As Philip sets the plane down without so much as a bump, Harper breathes a sigh of relief. “Hey, we didn’t die in a tragic, fiery plane crash. Not that I doubted you, Phillip, because apparently you can do everything,” she quips, trying to distract herself from the anxiety their current situation has caused.

“The less you know about me, the better.” Phillip returns coolly.

“Okay, that’s not ominous at all. Thanks for the ride, daa- dude. Da dude. It’s surfer talk, we’re in California now, gotta blend in.” Harper flimsily tries to recover from the fact that she almost called Philip dad. There’s an awkward silence before Simone pipes up.

“Um, evil vampire on the loose with your kidnapped sister ring a bell?” Everyone nods in agreement and starts to file out of the small plane. Harper brings up the rear, but before she starts down the steps, Phillip calls her name.

“Yeah?” Harper looks back at him expectantly. He stands up and puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Just be careful, kid. Call me when you’re ready to bring Maisie home,” Phillip says.

“You are always there when we call, huh?” Harper muses.

“Well, what can I say? You’d get yourself killed if I didn’t. As an officer of the law, I can’t have people dying on my watch if I can help it. Especially if it’s family.” Harper is surprised to hear Phillip say something so heartfelt, even if his face still portrays no emotion. “Alright, dismissed,” Phillip pats her shoulder and heads back to the cockpit. Taking a deep breath, Harper puts on a brave face.

“Sir, yes, sir.” She mocks a salute before heading after the rest of the group.

First things first, Harper needs to make sure they are on the right track. She pulls out her phone and tries Momma Q. No answer. Next, she calls the facility where Momma Q stays. When they tell her that Quincy has been checked out by a man claiming to be their uncle, Harper is oddly calm. It is close enough to the answer she was expecting.

“What did they say?” Sam asks as soon as she hangs up. She simply shakes her head.

“Uncle Peter took her for a trip,” Harper spits his name out like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

“Where would he take her?” Dean asks gruffly. Harper gives him a look that says ‘lose the attitude or I’ll kick your ass’.

“Oh yeah, I just forgot to mention the detailed notes on his plans I found in his diary.” Harper sasses back in annoyance. Sam steps between them, hands out to keep them at bay.

“Guys, now is not the time! We’re all worried about Maisie, but it’s not going to help her if we’re at each other’s throats.” Sam looks between them and makes sure they nod their agreement before he stands down.

“We can start at our family home. I don’t know that we’ll find anything but it’s a better place to think than this dirty airport parking lot at six in the morning. We need a ride, though.” As soon as Harper finishes her thought, Simone pulls up in a little red Ford Escort.

“Get in, losers,” Simone calls out through the open window. Sam and Dean eye the car skeptically.

“You couldn’t have stolen anything bigger?” Dean whines.

“It’s inconspicuous,” Simone shoots back. “And I thought it would be funny to see you and Sam trying to squeeze in the backseat,” she adds with a shrug. Dean rolls his eyes so hard he gives himself a headache. Sam turns to Harper, hoping she will save them from Simone’s pettiness.

“I call shotgun,” is all Harper says, opening the door and moving the seat up for the boys. “You wanna waste our time hotwiring another car?” Harper questions expectantly. The boys grumble assent to her point and fold themselves into the limited space of the backseat.

Sitting on her old bed, Maisie stares blankly at the wall; her thoughts and feelings ground to a halt when Momma Q’s body hit the carpet of her childhood home. The world around her faded away, feeling unreal and dream-like. At least, she hopes this is another dream, but the stirring in her gut tells her it’s all too real.

Peter pushes open the door, his posture more lighthearted than usual, unsympathetic to his daughter’s distress. The vampire watching over Maisie leaves the room at Peter’s command.

“Sorry you had to see that sweetheart. I thought my underlings would have kept a better eye on you,” Peter says, a slight edge to his voice, but it perks up as he continues. “Oh well, what’s done is done.” He pauses, gauging Maisie’s reaction, but she doesn’t even look at him.  “I hoped you would see this from my perspective, Maisie.”

“And what perspective is that?” Maisie means to come off spiteful, but the words fall flat and defeated.

Peter sits down next to Maisie, trying to catch her eye as he props his elbow on his knee and gestures with his other hand as he speaks. “She took you from me, all those years ago. And I’ve been looking for you every day since. Quincy, she would have done the same all again just to protect you from me, your own father.”

When Maisie doesn’t respond again, Peter sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Everything I’ve done is because I didn’t want to lose you again.”

“What about Harper?” Maisie finds her anger again. He may be able to justify to himself why he did this to Quincy, but not her sister. Harper didn’t steal her away; they simply had each other’s backs throughout the years. “What did she do to deserve…” Her voice trails off, as does the anger, at the thought of what had become of her sister.

Peter sighs dramatically, as if her questions are nothing but a nuisance. “She would have stopped me too, sweetheart. She didn’t understand the vision.”

That piques Maisie’s interest, and her curiosity gets the best of her. “The vision?”

Peter’s eyes twinkle as he responds, “The vision that’s kept me going all these years. Eternity with my daughter.”

The sky is starting to lighten as Simone parks their little car around the corner from the house, out of direct view. Everyone hops out, and walks down the road to catch a glimpse of the house. A few vampires linger outside, keeping an eye on the street and surrounding homes for anything suspicious. The group takes a step back to stay out of sight while they figure out a plan.

“So, who has ideas?” Sam asks, glancing to his brother and the girls.

“Let’s walk in, guns blazing,” Dean offers, looking restless, but Harper immediately shakes her head. “Well, machetes blazing.”

“And draw a shit ton of attention to the house? No, we’ve gotta do this quietly.” Harper stares off into the distance, clenching and unclenching her fists as she thinks. “I’ll sneak in, and pull Maisie out.”

Sam shakes his head fervently. “You’re not going in alone.”

Harper frowns at him. “I know how to sneak into this house, I did it a million times growing up.”

“Yeah, but like Peter said earlier, your sneaking skills suck, Harp.” Simone responds honestly.

“Really? Now we’re bringing this up?” Harper throws her a frustrated glance. Simone shrugs as if to say ‘sure, why not.’

Dean looks to Harper, slightly confused. “Did he really say that?”

“Basically,” Simone says before Harper can get a word in.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me, we don’t have time for this,” Harper mumbles her thoughts out loud. “I’m going in, whether you like it or not. I made this mess, and I’m going to get my sister out of it.”

“You didn’t make anything, Peter did.” Sam interjects. “At least let someone go with you.”

“No, there’s more risk if anyone else goes. I’ve got this, okay?” Harper’s voice softens toward the end. “Just let me do this,” she says; there’s a pleading tone to her voice as she stares Sam down.

His shoulders slump. “Fine,” he sighs out.

“If something goes wrong, we’ll go with Dean’s idea, sound good?” Harper sounds matter-of-fact about it, as if ‘wrong’ couldn’t really be that bad. Dean and Simone nod, but Sam hesitates. Harper reciprocates the gesture before turning toward the house and her sister.

Sam’s hand wraps around hers when they are a few feet away from Dean and Simone. “For the record, I hate this,” he says with a half-hearted smile as she turns back to him.

Harper gives him a little smirk. “I know, but I’ll be back with Maisie soon enough.”

There’s a silence as Sam looks away for a moment, still holding her hand in his. Harper impatiently glances to the house, not wishing to wait another second.

“Relax, I’ll be back before you know it,” she says, giving him a forced smile.

“Just let her go already,” Simone talks a little louder so the couple can hear her. Harper cracks a smile in her direction before looking to Sam again.

“Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” she nudges him jokingly, slipping her hand out of his, and heads toward her childhood home to save her sister and fix this mess.

Harper peers around the corner to catch a glimpse of her old house; it is across the road and a few houses down from her vantage point. An idea pops into Harper’s head, and she cringes, knowing it’s the best way. Stripping off her jacket, she throws it back at Sam, standing by Dean and Simone now.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks in confusion as Sam catches it.

“I’m going jogging,” Harper shrugs before taking off down the street at a reasonable pace. She passes in front of her childhood home, feeling the gaze of the vampires keeping watch, but she keeps her eyes forward. There’s only two of them, one of them sitting on the steps of the front porch, the other sitting on the porch swing, trying to look casual.

Once she’s made it around the bend of the road to the neighbors house, she slows to a stop, hiding behind a row of tall bushes along the front yard. Rounding the neighbor’s house, Harper sneaks through their backyard and notices another vampire patrolling the back of her childhood home. She ducks behind another bush, watching as the vampire walks toward her and into the alley between the two houses.

Harper sees her opportunity, quickly and quietly walking up behind the vampire, machete in hand. She hefts the machete at his neck, slicing off his head. The body thumps softly as it hits the grass. She quickly grabs the body and head, dragging them behind the house to keep them out of sight.

Harper then crouches low as she softly pads over to the back of her childhood home and peeks into the window of Maisie old room. Maisie is on her bed and a short, Charlie Brown looking vampire, is at the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Harper takes a deep breath to steel herself, pulling her machete back out from its sheath before knocking softly on the window. She presses herself against the side of the house, waiting for the vampire to pop his head out. Her heart hammers in her chest, as the window slowly slides up and open.

The vampire’s bald head pops out of the window and Harper brings her machete down, cleanly severing his head from his body. She awkwardly hops through the window, shoving the body out of the way as she goes.

“Hey,” Harper says lamely as her feet hit the carpet. Maisie stares in disbelief at Harper standing before her, alive and well. She jumps to her feet, surprise giving way to her need to hug her sister and to know she hasn’t lost everything. As soon as she takes a step toward Harper, though, Maisie can smell her. The scent is so strong it overcomes all other emotions or senses. Maisie can feel the hunger building, and fear grips her heart.

Instead of welcoming Harper into her arms, she suddenly pushes her away. The force of Maisie’s shove surprises Harper almost more than the action itself, sending her across the room and crashing into the door. Grabbing onto the door handle to pull herself up, Harper tries to shake off the pain and confusion.

“Maisie? What the fuck was that?” Harper demands. Maisie looks at her shaking hands in shock.

“I- He turned me. Harp, I’m becoming a vampire,” Maisie chokes out, wrapping her arms around her torso. She can’t look at Harper, not wanting to see how her sister looks at her now.  

Harper holds her breath, waiting for something to give. She’s going to wake up any minute. Or Maisie is going to smile and say it’s only a joke. It can’t be real.

Without even realizing she’s taken it out, Harper is pressing her phone to her ear. It rings once before Sam’s voice rings out in her ear. It takes her a minute to find her voice.

“Sam?” She says quietly. She’s not even sure what to say.

“Harper, what is it? You ready for backup?” Sam asks desperately.

“Peter… H- he changed Maisie into a- a, um, and I don’t know what to do, tell me what to do,” Harper chokes out, eyes flying around the room.

“Has she drank human blood yet?” Sam asks, trying to keep himself level-headed for Harper’s sake.

Harper looks to her sister, relaying the question, and Maisie shakes her head. “No, she hasn’t,” Harper answers into the phone, unable to look away from Maisie.

“Okay, that’s good. She hasn’t fully transitioned then. Dean and I can make a cure, but we need the blood of the vampire who turned her, so Peter’s, right?”

“Yeah,” Harper breathes out.

“We’re coming, hold tight. Tell Maisie it’s going to be okay. It is going to be okay, Harper,” Sam’s calm voice evens her breathing. She believes him.

“Okay. It’s going to be okay, Maisie,” Harper repeats, trying to keep Sam’s calm in her own voice as she tries to help Maisie believe it too.

Maisie finally looks up to meet her sisters earnest gaze. In a split second, Harper’s head is turned at an odd angle, and there is a strange crunching sound. Time seems to slow as Maisie watches Harper’s body fall lifelessly to the ground.

“Sometimes, you have to do things yourself,” Peter’s voice cuts through Maisie’s haze. Suddenly, time speeds up to the point that Maisie no longer registers her actions. She is consumed by a blind rage, and she cannot be stopped.

When the world comes back into focus, she is standing in the living room, over her decapitated father, blood on her hands. She looks up at sound of Sam, Dean, and Simone bursting through the front door.

Sam yells Harper’s name as he runs through the house, while Dean heads straight to Maisie. Simone lingers over Peter’s body for a moment, nodding grimly, before following after Sam.

Stopping abruptly in the doorway to Maisie’s old room, Sam’s eyes immediately falling to Harper, crumpled and broken on the ground. Simone brings a hand up to cover her mouth as she gasps in horror. She had seen so much death, but this… This was something she was not expecting.

“Harper?” Sam’s voice barely comes out above a whisper. “Harper, please don’t do this to me,” he breathes out, as he falls to his knees beside her and rolls Harper onto her back. He pushes the hair gently away from her face, hoping and praying to see some sign of life in her. The sinking feeling in his gut tells him there isn’t any hope.

Harper’s eyes are open, but the empty, lifeless stare strips away any shred of denial and false hope that Sam was holding onto. Tears fill his eyes as he pulls Harper into his arms, cradling her limp form close to himself. She feels heavier than usual, the weight of the situation slowly crushing down on him.

He stares down at her through his tears, realizing there won’t be a tomorrow with her. He won’t hold her in his arms, or feel the warmth of her touch again. She won’t be beside him when he wakes up every morning. There will be a constant empty space where she used to be, that no one else could ever fill. Sam lets out one sob after another as he clings to Harper, wishing he could talk to her one more time, to hear her voice wash over him.

Dean finds Maisie in the hallway staring blankly down at Peter’s severed head. He takes her face in his hands and tries to draw her attention.

“Maisie? Baby, are you okay?” Maisie sees the movement of Dean’s lips, but no words connect with her mind. The sound of blood rushing in her ears is deafening. Not her blood, though. Dean’s blood. The machete she hadn’t even realized she was holding clatters to the floor as she pushes away from Dean. She must have grabbed the machete Harper brought in with her to go after Peter.

Harper; Maisie’s stomach lurches as she remembers the last sight of her sister. Stumbling down the hallway, she can now here Sam’s cries. Seeing Sam crumpled on the floor, cradling her sister’s body to him like she is the only thing he can feel, stops Maisie at the door like an iron fist had clamped down on her feet. The tears come faster than her breathing. She wants to go to them, to hold onto Harper. She wants to go back in time, tell Harper she is right and never let Peter back into her life.

All she can do is lean against the doorway as her legs give away. She slides down to the floor, sobs wracking her whole body. Maisie crashes her eyes shut against a world blurred by her own tears. Tears she didn’t deserve to cry. Tears won’t bring Harper back. Tears can’t wash away the fact that her sister was dead because of her.

[twoidiotsonetypewriter]

Hi. I’m dying anyways, so here are my words from the grave. The first time I killed a man. Oh boy was that a long time ago, but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. It was a crisp autumn day and a cool electric charge was in the air. I had a loose .33 in my tacky leather coat - God, I had bad taste. Alls aside, I was walking on Second street and Maine near that pizza place I love. You know “pizza popinen da daa?” And I had a paper bag in my left hand full of stolen money. He was young - a cop - and very nervous. Beads of sweat budded on his clean-shaven face as locks of golden hair rolled down his shoulders. His eyes darted about with anticipation. I turned the Bum corner and…. And he was right there, clear as day. He had to be worried to not notice me walking. All he said was a fragmented word as I pulled out the .33 and shot him in the chest. Time slowed for me and I can remember that second and have remembered it every day since. I saw his blue eyes dull as his soul leapt, from his body pushing him to the asphalt. The murky sky was reflected in those dead eyes. I held his lifeless body and howled.

I ran like hell out of there after that, tears leaping from my face; I jumped from railing to railing.

Ah, I know. Now you know the first, I can tell you about the murder that still lingers in my mind. This was years after the first, and by then I had pretty much flown straight (and not gotten caught - 27 times to be exact). I was a military man now, fightin’ the commies in the desert or whatever. I can’t remember too much, except for one day. It was a hazy, scorching, dry day in the desert. I was loaded with all my gear and my weapon clanked against the chain on my back. As I walked and walked and walked and the shoulder straps bore into my shoulders. It was so sudden, a massive noise and a shriek -- then my friend’s shrieks. Agony was in the air and it was all I could feel. I looked around and my friends were everywhere; scattered chunks and dismembered limbs lay strewn around a crater of shrapnel. Everything went fuzzy for a moment and I thought I was going to pass out. Out of sheer willpower and necessity I rose up and saw the man running at me. He was shorter, obviously weaker, possibly less experienced? Soon enough, he pulled out a dagger forged from an amalgam of scraps. I grabbed his arm and, surprised, he tripped. That’s when I was tackled and my gun misfired. It struck the boy in the forehead and his soul departed, thrusting his body into the barren dirt. A final pink floom of blood spewed out into the wind. I laid there and I felt like I was going into shock. My leg was bleeding a lot. I felt my soul trying to escape.

I stumbled over to the boy and rolled him over. I didn’t care if he had a bomb strapped to him I needed to see his face. I desperately ripped off his mask and helmet. He was a kid, not even in puberty. His dull brown eyes only reflected myself. When they found me, they left him behind.

I went home and I was praised as a hero -- I guess for some heroism is killing kids who don’t even know what they’re fighting for. But I got rewards and benefits but never a shoulder, never a person to talk to. So I went back to life as normal.

Having assumed you’ve not skimmed and now know of my two deepest secrets. I have a tale to unravel. It goes like this: One day a boy named - , was walking happily with his family. A year later only has a father. The next and he’s walking alone. Of course he’s still young and small but he walks with purpose. There is a happiness about him that no one has seen before and they tell him their condolences. He responds with nods and smiles but never thanks. He inherited enough to get through at least a few years - if he was lucky. Working in his free time he begins to gain purpose and power.

He graduates high school and now has to make the decision to go to college or something else. College isn’t a choice so what else then. He was alone and reclusive. White space was all that filled his life. He lost purpose so what did he do?

Through the window slits a street lamp cast shadows throughout the room. Finally looking in the room without rose colored glasses all the gory roots and hidden secrets were revealed. As warm light illuminated his face he realized, “I can finally rest; “

Amusing, truly a fool's pipe dream - instead he got up and robbed a convenience store.