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horizonandstar · 2 years

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Chapters 1-6 Translations

we got it! translations!

its under the cut. also not every noise they make correlates with a whole sentence so those didnt get translated, sometimes its just the vibes, but otherwise the translation would be “[gestures vaguely] you know?”

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

-theres only 1 interaction here and it more or less is sun going “please eat” and being frustrated that this thing is refusing food

- He chirps and holds his closed hand out to you, wiggling peeper in it. Like a repeat of last time, his free hand darts towards you as you flinch. The peeper in his grasp is deposited in your hand as he curls your fingers tightly around it. Once satisfied, he lets go of your hand with a chirp and stares at your face expectantly. [”I got you food! Here, take it!”]

- You shake your head and hope that's the universal gesture for no. Sun whistles and brings you closer towards him, arms holding your sides, but you kick and flail until he stops and brings you back to your prior distance. [”It’s fine to eat. Don’t worry, there’s nothing bad with it!”]

- Your eyes widen when what sounds like a dog's whine comes from Sun. His hands hold your helmet and he gently tilts your head around. [”Where’s your mouth? How do you eat? Do you have no mouth?”]

- Sun chirps, waving a hand with peeper chunks in it. [”There’s your mouth!” Sun is also thinking about how he’s never seen something with a false, retractable face before. like woaw thats neat]

Chapter 3:

- Sun whines and brings the scanner close to his face. He yelps and drops it when the scanner's light turns on directly into his eyes. [It’s like asking a dog for the ball back so you can throw it again.]

- Sun whistles. He holds both of his arms out, as though asking for a hug. [”It’s ok, it’s safe! Come here.”]

- Sun whistles once more, before disappearing beneath the waves. [”Hope you get better soon.”]

- Sun trills in response and picks you up before you can blink. The hand holding the knife stutters as you were about to instinctively stab Sun. Didn’t actually stab him, thankfully. [”Hello!”]

- Not-Sun growls from beneath. Sun stares down and screeches. [”What was that about?” / “DON’T TOUCH THEM!”]

- There's silence for a while, before Not-Sun trills. Sun growls. Not-Sun hesitates, then whistles. Sun shakes his head minutely, then whistles twice in quick succession. [”Did you take in another little one?” / “Not little. Back off.” / “Oh. ...sorry.” / “We’ll talk about this later.”]

Chapter 4:

- Sun croons and shifts towards you. It's super cramped in the pod with him taking up majority of the space, but where in the everliving fuck do you even begin to get a leviathan out? [”Are you ok?”]

- Sun purrs and taps his hands on the hard floors. [The cat purring thing helping with the healing process or something like that.]

- You close the hatch. Sun clicks again. [”What are you doing?”]

- Two quick chirps has you looking up to see Sun holding a peeper in one hand and a bladderfish on the other. [Just trying to grab Y/N’s attention.]

- Sun croons and lowers himself down to the ground, right next to the peeper you killed. The spots on his body glows. [”Good job on the kill!”]

- You dig out your PDA and open the page for Celestial Leviathan. He peers over the screen, trills and taps lightly on the screen at his mirror image. [”Is that me?”]

- You pick the peeper up, the one you managed to kill, and present it to Sun. He tilts his head and chirps. [”Hm?”]

- A quick chirp sounds behind you. When you turn around, all you can see is a giant coral tube—oh, that’s what he’s trying to do. Think he can hide, can he? [Trying to grab attention again.]

- A red fish swims towards you at alarming speeds. Sun cuts it off before it can reach you with his body, and hisses back at it. With another hiss from Sun, the crashfish swims back and into the flower-like plant that closes around it. [”Safe! Safe! There is no threat.”]

- Sun goes back into the water, his bioluminescent spots flickering on and off like a light show. [”This is where I am.” Message meant for Moon.]

- Sun hums and turns back around to face Moon. The two talk to each other with clicks and growls, and while that’s absolutely fascinating, you’re sweating a little. [More or less Sun going “this is my skrunkly. Don’t hurt them.” and Moon going “cool.” Moon is also discussing his frustrations that Sun decided to take someone under his care and Sun is reassuring Moon that it will turn out okay.]

- Sun growls. A few moments pass before he turns around and grabs your arms and holds them to your sides. You yelp and kick your feet. With your arms pinned, there’s no way you can do anything. You kick behind you as hard as you can, but your feet meets nothing but water. [”Play nice.” Mostly meant for Moon.]

- Something bumps against your helmet. You crack an eye open, and nearly startle when you see the red of Moon’s eyes right next to your face. Without leaving your personal space, Moon whistles and continues to stare at you. [”It’s ok, I won’t hurt you.”]

Chapter 5:

- Moon backs off and whistles once more. Sun rumbles, not quite a growl, and that gets Moon to swim away. [”Sorry.” / “We’re done here. Go.”]

- Moon tilts his head, eyes focusing on the blood seeping out from your arm. [Is the blood a different colour?]

- Moon doesn't stop staring, and you back off slowly, sweating. It's you who breaks off the staring contest first, looking off to the side but still keeping him in your vision. Moon laughs in his imperfect imitation again. [He wants to see what happens if he keeps staring. Can he psyche them out?]

- You don’t get a chance to think about it. There’s the roar of a stalker below you, and it’s rapidly approaching. [This is gonna be so funny. Watch them get scared.]

- Moon clicks and stalker-roars again. Just for the hell of it, you suppose. [”Hey.” Ruse is over.]

- Moon clicks again and slows down. Still right behind you, but not as close as he was earlier. [Laughing.]

Chapter 6:

- Moon clicks and laughs in your voice again. “Hide away,” he croons, “Nighty-night.” [Laughing again.]

- You hear a snarl, as all of a sudden, Moon blocks your path forward. [”Where are you going?”]

- Moon growls again and points behind you, back to the direction of your pod. [”Go back. You should be asleep.”]

- He growls and stares at you with dilated pupils. You clench your hands and whistle the note Sun taught you: I’m sorry. Moon squints, and for a few moments, you’re sure he’s about to snap. [”That hurts.” And then he thinks: of course Sun taught them our words.]

- He responds back in his own language. You recognize two words in his sentence: the name Sun gave to you, and Sun's name. [”What did Sun call you? The Horizon?”]

- You whistle Sun's name. Moon is still for a second, before repeating what you said. You whistle it again. [He taught them his name?]

- Moon breaks the silence. He whistles, then, in a perfect imitation of your voice, says, "Moon." He repeats the whistle. [Then I’ll teach them my name.]

- Moon wails, louder than you've ever heard. You flinch and shut your eyes. [We’re too far away for Sun to reasonably find us, so... “WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!!”]

- The same piercing wail cries off in the distance. It peters off into a series of clicks, and then a sharp whistle of—Moon's name, huh. [”SHUT THE HELL YOUR ASS, MOON. FUCK!!!”]

- Moon chitters. [Laughing.]

- Moon clicks in response. [”That was hilarious, right?”]

- Moon hisses and slinks backwards, back out of the compartment and into the water. His head pops back up through the hatch, with only his eyes above water. He squints and chitters. [”Ow. But you should’ve seen your face.”]

- There's a whine, and you look towards Moon with a raised eyebrow. He whines again, and that's when you realize it wasn't coming from him but from someone else outside. [”Moon. Moooon!”]

- You whistle Sun's name, and get a response back as he whistles the name he gave you before whining again. [”Horizon! Mooooon come outside, I don’t want to be here anymore.”]

- You play back the audio file straight from the beginning. Sun whines and curls in further to make himself smaller. Moon whistles again. [They’re mad at me. / “Sun, it’s ok.”]

- Sun snaps his head towards you and flattens his frills. Moon raises his head up to look at you before looking away again and closing his eyes. Moon whistles and holds his hand out towards Sun. Sun doesn't take it. [They know. They know and they’re mad about it. No. No. I fucked up. I--but I have to make it better!]

{Note: Will not lie, Moon sucks at comforting words. His specialty is just holding someone until they calm down. He doesn’t know what to do outside of that scenario.}

- Sun is getting closer, whistling. The whistles he makes sounds familiar but you're not in the mood to try and remember its meaning. [”I’m sorry!”]

#thatls tag #unsure what tag to use for translation posts tbh #ill figure it out later

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wowbright · 2 years

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Fic: Confessions

Tan Hands and Tan Lines Snarky’s Word Challenge 2021: jerk

Words: ~1900

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Elder Nixon tells Blaine what’s going on with Elder Clarington. (And Blaine pines for Kurt.)

I’m belatedly going through the prompts for The Tan Hands and Tan Lines Summer Event 2021 to flesh out my Mormon!Klaine universe. This vignette takes place in the middle of By Common Consent (which was Kurt POV; this is Blaine POV).

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

Notes: I’m changing my challenge tag for the Tan Hands and Tan Lines prompts to “thatl” because “tan lines” is currently blocked on iOS, which has led to blocking of “tan hands and tan lines” for some readers. Fun times!

Speaking of tags, I am creating a new 'mormon!klaine spoilers' tag so I can probably answer anonymous asks that touch on plot points appearing below the fold in Tumblr posts. If you're reading this, that's probably not relevant to you, but just in case it is… you can block it.

If you have any questions or typo corrections, feel free to use my ask box!

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“Is Elder Clarington okay?” Blaine leaned across the table toward Elder Nixon and kept his voice low to prevent the other missionaries from overhearing. The temporary companionship had lucked out; they’d found a two-seater in the corner by the window, and were completely surrounded by normal people—a family of five, a group of rowdy teenagers, and two college women on a study break. But Blaine still had to be careful. Missionaries had heightened hearing for gossip.

“Has Elder Clarington ever been okay?” Elder Nixon picked the pepperoni off his pizza slice and piled it on the side of the plate. “Also, whose brilliant idea was it to go to Pizza Hut for dinner? We're in southern Germany. We have access to some of the best Italian food outside of Italy. But, no. Pizza Hut.”

“Someone who was homesick, I guess. My trainer always complained about the pizza at the Italian restaurants around here. Said it didn't have enough cheese.”

“How long had he been out?” Elder Nixon asked, taking a tepid bite of his slice.

“A year and a half,” Blaine said.

Elder Nixon sighed. “A year and a half and still close-minded about food. That's rough.”

Blaine pierced his fork into the tip of his slice and cut away a neat triangle. He chewed slowly, waiting for Elder Nixon to answer his original question. No answer came.

Blaine set down his fork. “I get if you don't want to talk about Elder Clarington. You hardly know me. It's just … he was a little weird when I did splits with him, too. I thought he was just a jerk—which I know is wrong to think about another person, and I regret it—but now I'm wondering if he's having some sort of …” Blaine lowered his voice. “Health issue?”

“Oh!” said Elder Nixon, surprised. “I wasn’t trying to avoid it. I'm just so relieved to be talking to a person who actually listens to my opinion that I'm just … trying to get out as many opinions as possible before I go back to working with Elder Clarington, I guess.” He took another bite of pizza and chewed thoughtfully. “And I'm not worried you're gonna gossip or anything. Elder Hummel spoke very highly of you when we worked together, and it takes a lot for Elder Hummel to speak highly of someone, so—”

“He did?” The idea that Kurt actually thought about him when he wasn't around—and not only that, but thought nice things and then said them—gave Blaine a little rush of pleasure not unlike the one he’d get from biting into a good donut.

“Yeah. He said every missionary should get a chance to work with you. That you were kind and trustworthy and the very model of Christlike love.”

“Oh, wow, well, I don’t know about that …” Blaine blushed and resumed dissecting his pizza. He could barely contain the squeal of joy he wanted to let out. Not that Blaine thought of himself as Christlike, but if he had succeeded in communicating even one iota of that kind of love to Kurt, if Kurt had actually felt it and then told other people about it—that was momentous enough to write home about.

On the other hand … maybe not. Cooper would never let Blaine hear the end of it, would he? He would list it as more evidence that Blaine was “in love.” What did “in love” mean, anyway? That couple on the train had not given him a good answer. They just told him their meet-cute-on-the-ski-slopes story, but said little about the roller coaster ride of their emotions or what it physically felt like to be in love. Like, people talked about butterflies in the stomach, but did that mean you felt just a little queasy, or like, on the verge of throwing up? If you only had to resist the urge to hold the person’s hand two or three times a day, was that love, or was it just because you missed having cats around that you could pet all the time? If you were in love, could you really manage to genuinely enjoy conversation with a near stranger over dinner at Pizza Hut, while only occasionally thinking that you’d rather be with your beloved?

The thing was, Cooper probably didn't even care what Blaine’s feelings were. He was probably just tormenting Blaine because he thought that learning to label your feelings with an essential step in becoming a better actor—how can you pretend to be in love if you can't identify that feeling in yourself, or some such rot. Blaine had done great at pretending he was in love when he played Tony in West Side Storyand Danny in Grease. He had convinced everyone, including his leading ladies, which had been a little awkward.

“I’m sure Elder Hummel was telling the truth about you. He’s not the kind of guy to lie,” said Elder Nixon. He took another bite of his pizza and didn't speak again until he swallowed. “But Elder Clarington ... I'm not so sure about Elder Clarington. I think he's been lying to me.”

“Oh? About what?” Blaine put down his knife and fork to indicate that Elder Nixon had his full attention. “Only if you want to tell me, of course.”

Elder Nixon leaned across the table toward Blaine. “He’s been taking these little white pills. He told me they were antacid, and I thought that explained why he was taking them every few hours, but then I wasn’t sure because aren’t the antacids you take every few hours big like Tums? And the little antacids are stronger, so you can only take once or twice a day? But I'm not an expert, so… I gave him the benefit of the doubt. And the bottle he keeps them in is an antacid bottle. But then … A couple weeks ago, it was his turn to take out the trash, but of course he hadn't, said he was too busy with all his zone leader things and scripture study to take out five minutes of his evening to do it. And I didn't want to stir up contention, so I went around the apartment emptying the trash, and when I tipped over the bathroom wastebasket, out came this bottle with the label all markered up. Only he did a really bad job of marking out the label because it was obvious to me that it said ‘Koffein’ on it.”

Blaine didn’t mean to gasp, but he did. “Caffeine!?” And then, once he was over the initial shock, “Plus, those bottles should really go in the recycling. So what did you do?”

“Well, I knew I couldn't talk to Elder Clarington about it, because he's the kind of guy for whom hierarchy is everything. If a priesthood holder is even half a rung higher than you on the ladder, you don't question him. And since he's my senior companion, well …”

“He wouldn't respond kindly to you bringing it up.”

“Exactly. So then I thought, maybe I should go talk to President Steele. Because it's a problem, obviously. I mean, caffeine isn't technically against the Word of Wisdom, but my family doesn't even drink Coke. And popping it in pills seems a little … extreme. And probably unhealthy? I mean, I have noticed that more of those things he takes, the harder he is to deal with. And he was taking like, one every hour until the conference started this afternoon.”

“It all makes sense now.”

“Right? So I've been a little worried about him, but also … has he told you about his dad? His family is one of those ‘come back with honor or come back in a coffin’ kind of families when it comes to missions. So I was worried. What if President Steele decided it was a violation of the Word of Wisdom and not just a health issue? Would he send Elder Clarington home? As much as I'd like to be assigned a new companion, I just couldn't do that to him.”

“Elder Nixon, I think you did the right thing. I get the impression that Elder Clarington’s dad is even more intense than Elder Clarington. I mean, from what I've gathered, he’s pretty much promised to disown any son that doesn't complete a successful mission. And … couldn't he get kicked out of BYU, too?”

“I hadn’t even thought of that. It really would be a disaster for him, wouldn't it?”

Blaine nodded solemnly. “I know not everyone agrees, but I think it's usually best to err on the side of compassion. None of us have enough knowledge about another person’s situation to judge them, except for bishops. That's God's job.”

“Elder Clarington would definitely not agree with that.” Elder Nixon laughed bitterly. He took one last bite from his slice and set the crust down on the plate. He stared at sadly, it as if its toppingless state was meant as a personal offense. “There’s something else, too. But I don't know if I should say it.”

Elder Nixon’s expression was a little like how Kurt had looked those many weeks ago right before he had first come out to Blaine. Nervous and unsure. Slightly tormented.

Huh. How many people in the Germany Central-South Mission were gay?

“It’s up to you, Elder Nixon,” Blaine said. “But I’m hear to listen, if that’s what you need.”

“Let me think about it,” Elder Nixon said. “We should eat more, anyway.”

Blaine looked down at his plate. He'd only finished half a slice, and he had been famished when they had arrived at the restaurant. He was, he realized, still very hungry. He hadn’t even noticed, though, while Elder Nixon had been talking about his worries. It was easy to ignore the demands of the body when someone else needed you.

It wasn’t until later, when they were in their assigned room for the night, that Elder Nixon raised the subject again. “It wasn’t only caffeine pills, Elder Anderson.”

Elder Nixon gave up on unpacking his bag and flopped down on his bed with a miserable expression.

Blaine sat down on the little end table at the end of Elder Nixon’s bed. “What do you mean?”

“Please don’t judge me.”

“I have no intention of doing that.”

Elder Nixon sighed. “He’s been doing something that’s probably worse.”

Blaine tried to think of something worse than violating the Word of Wisdom. He knew what Kurt would think. “You mean… masturbating?”

“Oh, gosh, no! I mean, I have no idea, but please don’t put that image in my head. I meant … coffee. He’s been … He’s been eating coffee beans, too. Those chocolate-covered ones.”

“Oh,” Blaine said. That was bad. Really bad. But … He momentarily remembered that ice cream outing with Jeremiah years ago and the justification that the older, almost-a-missionary priesthood holder had even when ordering a mocha milkshake. At the time, Blaine had not been at all convinced, and instead had taken it as a deep, personal betrayal. But with distance, it was easier to give Jeremiah the benefit of the doubt. “Well, I have known people to say stuff like that doesn’t count because they’re not technically hot drinks.”

The relief on Elder Nixon’s face was almost palpable. “I'm so glad you said that! Because …” Elder Nixon looked down at his feet. “I ate some, too.”

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