#The translations are ''NOW NOW'' ''ISN'T THAT QUITE ENOUGH'' ''DON'T YOU KNOW BETTER''
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Roger's Wicked Birthday - 1st -
The story's in his POV. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this
Nsfw. Awkwardly translated smut.
They say that something predestined, something that cannot be changed or avoided, is called fate.
Being born male, female, or otherwise.
Where and when you were born, how long you'll live and when you'll die, all of these seem to be predetermined.
I've always been looking for a way to fight against all of that.
--
Roger: Hey, Jude. Cut back on those cigarettes. You don't know when those lungs of yours will fail.
Jude: Quit yer yappin'. Are ya my mom or somethin'?
Roger: Don't remember givin' birth to an arrogant, swearing bastard like you.
As I walk away after finishing up Jude's regular check up, my ears pick up the hustle and bustle of the dining room.
Roger: Huh? They're bein' awfully noisy.
As expected, when I entered the dining room, I found Harrison listening to a distraught Liam.
Roger: Hey, what's up? Did somethin' happen?
Liam: Kate isn't back yet so I want to go look for her now.
(The little lady?)
Roger: Calm down... You're not gonna find anything if you run out in the dark.
Harrison: Yeah, Roger's right. You were the last one to see Kate, weren't you Liam?
Liam nods.
Jude: You were supposed ta be watchin' 'er. Why'd ya let 'er go about as she pleases?
Liam: Tomorrow's Roger's birthday so we went out shopping to celebrate in advance.
I thought about dressing up a bit and doing some stuff that'll surprise Roger.
Harrison: Liam, I now there's something you don't want to tell us, but now's not the time.
Liam: After we finished shopping, we parted ways near Leadenhall Market.
Kate told me to go home first because she wanted to buy something in secret.
Harrison: Where'd you and Kate part?
Liam: At a bakery called "Harmony". Around there.
Harrison: If it's around there then...flowers, huh?
Liam: Flowers?
Harrison: Did she go by herself to get flowers for Roger?
Roger: Me?
Harrison: Yeah. There's a popular flower shop in alley where Liam and Kate parted ways. She probably knew about it.
Jude, who was quiet this whole time, muttered something troubling.
Jude: Tha's right, there's been some strange incidents lately. The naïve princess must've gotten mixed up in it.
That woman (the queen) must 'ave some kind of info. Maybe.
Roger: I'll go get Victor...
--
There's been some kidnappings recently where Kate was now alone.
All those kidnapped were women, and those who were lucky enough to escape only had their hair cut, so it seems like they were kidnapped to sell their hair at a high price.
Based on the information from Victor, it was decided that Crown would search several hideouts of the criminals.
Harry and I ran through the back alleys of London in the dark.
Roger: ...? Hey, Harry. I can hear a man...and the faint voice of a woman through this door.
Harrison: May that's it. Let's go.
The man's voice gets clearer as we head down the path leading to the basement.
Men with guns and knives gathered in the dark.
(I see. So a bunch of thugs were kidnapping people)
Bearded man: After our watch is done, let's go for a drink- Huh, who're you?
In the dim light, Harrison and I exchanged glances. In times like this, a liar and traitor's quick thinking is useful.
Roger: Don't be so guarded. We're your buddies. We thought we'd take part too.
Bearded man: Huh? What're you on about? We'll lose our share with more people.
Harrison: Don't be like that. The police have been sniffing around lately.
Bearded man: The police...?
Harrison: We got contacts in the police. I got info on how to escape them.
Man with a gun: Hey... Wouldn't it be better if we brought them in?
Roger: Oh, we got a right to choose though. Let's hear some details about what you guys are doin'.
Bearded man: It's simple. You kidnap a woman to sell her hair and if she gets out of line, you kill her. That's it.
Man with a gun: In this day and age, a corpse has some value so it's like killing two birds with one stone.
(Yep, these are definitely the guys. Can't mess this-)
(0)
Harrison and I fire at the same time.
Criminal: Guh...
Roger: What's up? You're bein' unusually aggressive Harry.
Harrison: Yeah, wel...
Anyway, I'll take care of the rest. You go ahead.
Roger: Yeah, I'm on it. Can't help but hear Kate's voice in my ear.
Don't die Harry. Bringing you back will be a pain.
Harrison: Gotcha...
I head into the darkness, the sound of gunfire behind me.
(Multiple female voices...One of them...sounds like Kate)
I thought Kate would be sobbing in fear-
Kate's voice: -ight... It'll be alright. Help will come. It'll be alright...
My ears picked up Kate's voice, who was assuring the other women with her.
Roger: Geez... You're even worryin' over others in a time like this.
I run and run toward the voice, open the door in the dark, and head up the stairs.
Muscular man: Hey, who're you- Gah?!
I shoot and kill the criminals that come at me as I keep going.
(Found her...)
Among the women bound in rope is Kate.
Kate: Roger...
(Why're you trying to smile at a time like this?)
(You're not fooling anyone...)
As I go up to her and cut the rope with a knife, I notice flowers that fell at Kate's feet.
Roger: ...
Seeing them, I impulsively-
I held Kate tight in my arms.
Roger: Are you hurt?
Kate: Nothing serious. Just some scratches...here and there.
It's so like her to not count scratches as injuries.
Roger: I see...
Kate: I was sure...
Roger: Hm?
Kate: I was sure that Crown...that you would come and save me.
Kate knew about my curse as the "treacherous huntsman".
Still, she believed in me and fought against fear and anxiety.
(Damn. You're so cute and brave)
Roger: You're my birthday present, got it? Not letting anyone take you away from me.
Kate: Got it...
Kate's body starts trembling as if finally letting go of all the pent up fear.
I pat her back as if soothing a baby.
Roger: Scary wasn't it...
Kate: Yeah...
Roger: You did your best. You were great.
Kate: ...
Roger... I-I...
Kate bawled so loudly that I couldn't help but smile.
--
After taking care of everything, I brought Kate back to the castle and tended to her wounds.
Kate: O-ow. It hurts...
Roger: It's supposed to hurt. Otherwise this wouldn't be moxibustion.
Kate: I'll accept it...
Maybe because she was still feeling guilty, Kate endures the pain without a fuss.
As I watch her in amusement, a thought appears in the back of my mind.
It's said that those cursed will meet an equally tragic end.
That's a solid conclusion I came to after years of researching curses.
(That's what's supposed to happen to us)
(I wonder what Kate's fate's like)
Kate's a curious woman who's aware of the fact that the world isn't pretty, yet still retains some purity in her heart and eyes.
Even those in Crown with strong personalities seem to be moved by her.
(A miserable fate doesn't suit Kate)
A long life's better than a short one, better to be surrounded by people than alone, and a warm place's better than a cold one.
(The kind of fate that suits someone who's able to smile so peacefully)
It was out of character for me to think of that for Kate who trusts others so easily.
Roger: Alright, done.
Kate: Thank you so much. Sorry for bothering you so late. Then...
Roger: Hey now, who said you could go?
Kate: Huh?
Roger: The treatment's finished, but the punishment isn't, little lady.
I sit down next to Kate on the bed, who makes a sound in her throat.
Kate: Punishment...
Roger: Thinking you'll get an answer right away just by asking's a bad habit of yours.
Ask yourself why you're getting punished.
I whisper in her ear as I swipe my thumb across her lips.
Roger: I won't stop until you get it right.
Kate: Um, uh...
Kate jolts when I nibble on her ear before capturing her lips.
Kate: Nn...Roger...
(Soft as ever...)
Roger: Mm...Come one, answer me.
Kate: Because I got hurt...?
Roger: Wrong.
Even after releasing her wrists after kissing her repeatedly, Kate lets me do as I please.
Kate: Nnn... Hm? Ah...
(Hmm, not runninn'? Ahh...you obediently did as you were told)
The way she accepts my kisses while thinking fills me with sadistic desires and I hook my fingertips on the neckline of her dress.
Roger: That's it, think about it.
Kate: You don't need to tell...Ah...
Her breasts spill out as I pull down her dress and my lips are on her.
Roger: Hm? Givin' up?
While licking a nipple, I tease the other with my fingers.
Kate: !
I'm not...
(Ah~ That's a good look. You look so frustrated...like you're about to cry)
Kate: Ah...Is it...because I wandered off on my own?
Roger: Nope.
Kate: Huh...Ah....
I roll the peak in my mouth and Kate lets out a faint gasp.
(I'm disgusted at the thought that other men did that to her...)
I continue to suck and nipple as I slip my fingers in the wetness between Kate's legs.
It was already so wet and like with her nipple, I flicked her bud with a finger.
Kate: Ah...Nngh...Roger...
The moment I saw tears welling up, the irritation I felt within me finally subsided.
Kate: I...give up...
I grab Kate's chin and look at her as she muttered in frustration with tears in her eyes.
Roger: Hey, Kate.
Kate: Yes...?
Roger: I can't stand it when others make you cry. I'm the only one allowed to do that...Right?
Kate: Ye- Huh?
(What......................)
Roger: What's up with that response.
Kate: I just didn't expect it...
I'm...not Roger's or anyone else's!
Roger: Then why're you squeezing my fingers so tightly?
Kate: That's because...Ah...I can't...
Roger: I'm not gonna last so let me enjoy your tears for a little longer.
Kate: Ah...wait...Roger
After that, I made Kate cry out a lot before having her finish me with her hand.
Satisfied, I went out for a drink with Jude.
Using my birthday as an excuse, I made him buy me a drink.
--
(I drank too much last night...)
I was lying on a sofa in the lounge with the aftertaste of alcohol still lingering when I felt a shadow over my face.
Kate: Roger...? Are you dead?
Roger: I am.
So what do you want with a dead man? I'm not taking any complaints about last night.
Kate: It's not that. I have something for you.
(...?)
When I sat up, Kate shyly held out a bouquet.
Kate: Happy birthday Roger. Also...
Thanks for being born.
Roger: O_O ...
(Wha...)
(Thanks for being born... That's the first time I've heard it since my curse)
(Kate...Only you of all people would say that without any hesitation)
Kate: Roger?
Um...I went shopping with someone this time?
Roger: Haha, I know. Thanks...
Kate smiles happily like a puppy.
(Her crying face is the best, but her smile- it suits her)
Her smile's so cute that I can't but want to tease her again.
Roger: Hey, Kate. I must've fallen for you if I'm always thinking about you right?
Kate: Excuse me........
I-I don't know!
Roger: Pfft, hahaha. How cold.
After that, while I was walking with the bouquet Kate gave me, Victor suddenly told me what those flowers meant.
Anemones meant "fleeting love".
Kate probably didn't know what the flowers she gave me meant, but it's ironic.
My fate's a future ruined by guilt.
The worst fate lies before me, but I'm not gonna let it get me down now.
Trampling on fate, I-
Roger: Now, let's fight against it again today.
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Camilla & Henry: A Relationship Analysis
I've witnessed many TSH posts about the characters that aren't based on their actions at all, but their perceived beauty.
Take Camilla, instead of being seen as boyish/gender ambiguous (To the extent Richard used her as Charles stand in) And as cold-hearted enough to match Henry's bitterness—She is viewed as a darling graceful soul; A damsel in distress even.
We hardly understand Camilla because Richard didn't—We know so little, that there's much room for imagination. All the characters worp her identity, their notions about girls being innocent (Translated Meaning: incompetent) A mask for the sour milk on her breath.
However bits of the truth have always sneaked by—Peace's Richard didn't see as damning written in without him realizing the meaning behind the actions. That's why I've always been of the belief the characters true intents can be understood, even if that's not the point of the story.
Title: Satan Meets An Angels Corpse
Richard assumed it was difficult for Camilla to be the only female scholar in a group of men: But it was quite the contrary.
Camilla held similar beliefs as the Greeks, having a superiority complex I'd argue was the reason for her disliking of women—She's actively pointed out as having brawled with the only other two women in the book: If many of us really met Camilla, she'd harner an instant disdain for us—You'd have better luck getting Bunny to genuinely like you.
I believe she's been used as a self insert by the fandom—which is why she in particular is so wrongly understood—And why many are so eager for her romantic relationship with Henry to be canon. I've always hated that, as I believe that's really what's been stopping many from seeing what was really going on with Henry.
Oh yes, Henry Winter, whose largely over glorified for the surface level psychopathy and bone chilling murdering of his best friend. What I like to call one of the ''True'' plotlines in The Secret History is Henry's mental decline. Now, I've been building up this theory for awhile. so to fully understand you'll need to read the following posts about Henry 1) Not being in a car accident, and is in fact a victim of abuse 2) Why he chose to kill himself, and why the decision had been inevitable.
If you don't read the above, do not come into my comment section asking for explanations.
With the context set, what was their relationship?
Firstly, the two are a similar flavor of chaotic—The two saw Bunny's shenanigans and both went ''I mean, why don't we just kill him then?'' They are the equivalent of two high school girls besties, who have a secret ring code just so they can gossip about the latest sauce.
The two are very vulnerable people: Henry, who for the first time in his life was away from his abusive home—With no real social skills or awareness for the new world—Who probably only had his Mother prior; And Camilla who lost both her parents, and whose only real reliable company was her brother: They needed someone outside of their immediate circle, so become dependant on one another.
I feel the fandom forgets this, but Camilla held the exact same spiritual beliefs as Henry. Both of them navigated the world differently because of these beliefs, and would've bonded over their mutual understanding. So, do I think the two slept with one another? During the attempted/actual bacchanal sure, but past that? No, as that's not what their relationship was based upon.
Now the elephant in the room room. What was happening with the erm, love triangle? There wasn't one. Camilla distanced herself because Charles was changing in ways she couldn't support and was hurting her. She couldn't help him so helped herself as she should've, and ended up trusting who she saw to be her only good friend.
Henry's reaction to "Isn't that what you do to my sister every night?" Was largely caused by him actively self-sabotaging and not caring at that point. He knew Charles wanted a reaction, so didn't give it to him; He was playing a game he knew would end with him losing and did not care.
Along with the fact Henry was entirely under the impression Camilla was being physically abused. As someone who had been abused himself, of course he stepped in and whisked Camilla of to a hotel where he felt confident no one could simply trespass and attack her. This wasn't some possessive romantic get-away, he was worried.
As for why the two are so comfortable within their interactions with one another: Physical affection is comforting, it isn't just about romance for a lot of people it's about feeling safe. Why wouldn't they do these small gestures? They were comfortable with each other because they were friends.
Henry's support network had consisted of 1) Bunny, who was his best-friend and I'd argue to be brother figure; him being the only one to be able to get him to laugh, and come out of his shell. 2) Julian, who acted as a role model and parental support; he was the one to bring purpose to Henry's life and needed validation for his deep seeded insecurities—And Henry's last line of defence, 3) Camilla.
Henry lasted so long because of her nearing the end, but the flaw in their friendship was that Camilla couldn't empathise with him. She cares about those around her, really she does, but those people are a limited number and like Henry she is capable of feeling no remorse for manipulating the people she cares about.
She found Henry's display of misery embarrassing. Where Julian would have comforted him (In his own fucked-up egocentric way) And resolved Henry's feelings of worthlessness—Camilla couldn't. Even Bunny would've shown some form of affection—But Camilla's and Henry's relationship wasn't built on that, that's not why the two were friends.
A special thanks to bandaiddd for the following question: ''1) the relationship is shown through Richard’s eyes, do you believe/how do you think Henry manipulated his vision of their relationship within Richard’s narrative? 2) what do you think he whispered to her?''
To begin, he would've shaped the narrative to fit Camilla and Henry being romantically involved for a couple of reasons. The book is written after his last interaction with Camilla and her rejection, so it better suits him to believe Henry was the reason to her not accepting his marriage proposal (She just wasn't interested, and felt incredibly awkward.) Another way he shifted the narrative was just the fact Richard loves intrigue. Henry being a jealous lover and not a worried friend was simply more interesting—Along with making more sense to him.
With the second question... You just had to break my heart and make me genuinely answer this.
A tender kiss is often a mournful goodbye in tales—But a forehead kiss specifically represents friendship... And an apology. It's a much more respectful way to show adoration, more supple than a kiss on the lips. Before Henry kissed Camilla, he had already made up his mind—It's why what he had whispered was ''I love you.'' Prior to another kiss, and another ''I love you.'' Before he pulled back.
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Mikoto T2 Neoplasm Voice Drama Translation
Take my translation with a grain of salt. I did try my best.
Es: Mikoto
Mikoto: Oh…Hey Warden,
Es: You… are Mikoto right?
Mikoto: Eh? What are you talking about?
It feels like it's been a while, doesn't it?
Have you been well? Huh? What is this? Chains? I hate these, Take them off
Es: Request denied. You are too dangerous. Physical restraint is essential.
Mikoto: Uh.. Um… What are you saying, capturing such a harmless person like me?
Es: As I thought, you have no self-awareness.
Mikoto: Well, I get it. I must have caused a ruckus while I was asleep, right? Everyone told me that I really went all out with the chaos.
Es: It seems so.
Mikoto: I guess it's something like sleepwalking disorder. Lately I've been feeling drowsy more frequently too.
Oh man, that's troublesome, isn't it?
Es: Mikoto…
Mikoto: I can tell from everyone's attitude that they're scared of me. I can read the room/atmosphere… I…
Es: Hmm…
Mikoto: It's frustrating, isn't it? I've been confused ever since I got here.
Es: You really laugh when you're in pain/troubled, don't you?
Mikoto: Eh?
Es: You don't get angry or yell. You laugh like you're in a bind/at a loss.
Mikoto: That sounds about right. I might have that kind of trait. Usually, if I laugh and gloss it over, things go well. I'm good at that kind of thing, so I manage somehow. But, it doesn't end, does it? My head is filled with things I have no memory of doing.
Orekoto: I constantly feel irritated
Es: There it is.
Orekoto: Seems like you haven't been beaten up enough, huh, you brat of a guard.
Es: Ah… Gr…..
Orekoto: Hah? Cat got your tongue?
Es: Even though you got done in by Kotoko.
Orekoto: That was just because I was caught off guard. We fought while you were asleep, it's not like I lost or anything.
Es: Multiple personality disorder. Is it correct to understand that you, who are speaking now, are a separate personality from the Mikoto earlier?
Mikoto: You're accepting this quite normally, aren't you. Multiple personalities is ridiculous, right?
Es: Yes. I didn't think something like that could really exist either.
Mikoto: Yeah, exactly. If it wasn't me, I wouldn't believe it either. I'd just think it's a lie to escape the guilt of killing someone.
Es: However, Milgram recognizes you as such. I'm just accepting it as fact and moving my thoughts forward. So, what should I call you?
Orekoto: I don't know man. Call me whatever you want.
Es: For convenience, I will call you John.
Orekoto: That's a dog-like name.
Es: It's used to refer to a person of unknown identity. It comes from "John Doe". Do you like it?
Orekoto: Is it okay to show off knowledge like that?
Es: But you seem quite calm today. I thought you were a monster. I didn't expect we could communicate this well.
Orekoto/John: Don't get cocky. If it wasn't for these chains your face would be smashed in by now brat.
Es: Oh? How scary. I'm scared. /s
Mikoto: Hmph.
Es: Then you are not Milgram's prisoner. The best proof is that Milgram's restraints are not effective on you. Milgram has judged Mikoto to be the prisoner, while you, a separate personality, are an exception.
Orekoto/John: Ah I see. So for you, multiple personalities has been anything but confirmed.
Es: That's why today, chair creaks I thought I'd hear you out as an important witness. I'm very glad we are able to have a proper conversation.
Orekoto/John: But you know, this isn't a good thing. Probably.
Es: What are you trying to say?
Orekoto/John:
I(Boku) might be disappearing (?!)
Es: gasps
Orekoto/John:
Clearly, the time I'm(ore) out in front is getting longer. Thanks to that, my existence is becoming more stable. Isn't that the reason we can talk properly now?
Es: makes a concerned sound
Orekoto/John:
Maybe it would have been better if I (ore) stayed a monster.
… Oh? What's with that look?
Es: I'm surprised to hear you speak so rationally, contrary to what I expected.
Orekoto: I have a college degree after all. How does one develop Multiple Personality Disorder?
Es: To be precise, it is called Dissociative Identity Disorder. Generally, it is thought to occur when another personality is created and separated in order to protect oneself from suffering, stress, trauma, etc.
Orekoto/John: Hm.
多分俺は僕の受けたストレスを解消するために出てきてる。俺が長く出てるってことは、それだけ僕が強いストレスを受け続けているわけだ。
I'm (ore) probably emerging to relieve the stress he's (Boku) under. The fact that I'm (ore) out for longer means he's (boku) under more severe constant stress.
Es: Stress huh? It's probably because of Milgram, I see.
Orekoto/John: Especially the verdict of "GUILTY/Not Forgiven" He (Boku) feels tremendous stress. So he leaves his heart/mind to me.
Es: I see.
Orekoto/John: It's no wonder. To him, he's being blamed for a crime he has no memory of. / It's not unreasonable. From his (Boku) point of view, he is being blamed for a crime they have no memory of.
Es: "If that's true, are you the one who actually committed the murder?"
Orekoto/John: Yes. It was me. (Ore-da)
Orekoto/John: I'm (ore) the one who killed them.
Es: ん…
Orekoto/John: So, I (Boku) really didn't do it.
Es: Why did you kill them? Let's hear your explanation.
Orekoto/John: (むしゃくしゃして。) I was frustrated.
Es: Who did you kill?
Orekoto/John: (そこら辺歩いてた奴。) Some guy who was walking around.
Es: How many did you kill?
Orekoto/John: I don't remember. That was the first time I emerged. It's hazy.
Es: You have the audacity to say that without any shame.
Orekoto/John: Legally speaking, what would happen to me?
Es: You might get a reduced sentence based on a psychological evaluation, but depending on the number of people you killed, you might not be able to avoid the death penalty.
Orekoto/John: (いや、やったのは俺だ。僕は寝ていただけだ。)
No, I (ore) was the one who did it. He (Boku) was just sleeping.
Es: As if things could be that convenient.
Orekoto/John (Boku):
僕の身にもなってやれよ。僕はただストレスに耐えていただけなんだぜ。一人でじっと耐えていたんだ。爆発するまで誰かを傷つけようなんて考えてなかったんだよ。
Put yourself in my shoes. I (boku) was just enduring the stress, that's all. I (boku) was enduring it alone. I (boku) never thought about hurting anyone until it reached a breaking point.
そういうことができない奴なんだ。気を使って空気を見て、周りの顔色を窺ってばっかで、そういうことができないから、爆発しそうだったから俺が生まれたんだ。あんまりだろう。何も捨てねえんだぞ。
I'm (boku) not the kind of guy who can do that. I'm (boku) always worried about the atmosphere/the room, watching people's expressions, so I (boku) can't do things like that. That's why I (boku) was about to explode, so I (ore) was born. It's too much. I (boku) haven't done anything wrong!
Es: Even if that's how it was, even if it wasn't Mikoto's intention, human lives have been lost.
Orekoto/John: Urgh…
Es: Even if the one inside was you, John, there's no way to prove it. At the very least, it won't fully hold up in court. It could even be deemed as a lie.
Orekoto/John: YOU!!
Es: !
Orekoto/John: (お前はどう思うんだ？) What do YOU actually think?! Es: Mine?
Orekoto/John: I (ore) did it. He (boku) didn't do it. You're just going by what Milgram says. Why the hell does it matter what the justice/criminal system thinks, what about YOUR judgement?! What do you think about me?
Es: ...
Orekoto/John: Forgive me (Boku) already. I'm (ore) the one who did it...
Es: I can't judge right away. It's not something I can decide to forgive so easily. In fact, Mikoto's mindset/emotional landscape was far too cruel. I judged not to forgive. / I've decided not to forgive.
Orekoto/John: (You're saying that because you think) That's probably because multiple personalities could be fake. I (boku) truly did nothing wrong. I (ore) was the one who killed.
Es: …
Orekoto/John: Can you be satisfied with that? Imagine waking up in the morning and finding out you've become a murderer.
Es: The act of creating you could be called a sin. / It might be said that the sin is in having given birth to you.
Orekoto/John: !!!!!!!!!!!!
… You are probably right…
Orekoto/John:
I (ore) am his (boku) ideal self. I'm (ore) the one who doesn't just lie down and resign ourselves to unfairness and stress. If I (Ore) hadn't been born, he (Boku) would have surely reached his limit and broken down.
Es: Then… you…
Orekoto/John: It's true that I (boku) wished for an existence that could break everything. Maybe it's because of my (Boku's) weakness that I couldn't face it alone. But that's all. Is that a sin/crime?
Es: That's for us to consider moving forward.
Orekoto/John: Talking with you, I (ore) understand that what I (ore) did cannot be forgiven. I (ore) accept that.
Es: Yeah, that's right.
Orekoto/John: Milgram's subject of judgment is him (Boku), Mikoto. Not me (ore)… John that is.
Es: That is correct.
Orekoto/John: Please forgive him (boku). Otherwise he (boku) won't be able to endure anymore.
Es: I see, you want me to decide that since it was another other personality that committed the crime, it doesn't count as his (Boku's) sin.
Orekoto/John: Yes. If you forgive him (Boku), then I'll disappear.
Es: !!
Orekoto/John: That's right, in the end I (ore) have to vanish. I'll take on everything and vanish. I will.
…Because I (ore) was born to protect him (boku).
Es: For that purpose. You were born.
Orekoto/John: If it's to protect him (Boku), then I'll do anything.
Bell Chimes
Es: John…
Mikoto: Hm? What is it? A dog's name?
Es: Mikoto…
Mikoto: Warden, you have a pet dog? What kind of breed is it? Wait, let me think, not a Toy Poodle, but I might surprisingly like the ones that are ugly-cute. Not a French Bulldog or anything like that.
Es: That's not it. (irritated)
Mikoto: Then a pug?
Es: It's not a dog's name!
Mikoto: Ehh? Then, what is it?
Es: It's the name of your friend.
Mikoto: laughs No way! I don't know anyone with that name!
Es: Deep Inhale I suppose so.
Mikoto: Huh?
Es: Prisoner #9, Mikoto. Sing your sins…
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Hajime Shino 4☆ Feature Scout 2
Title: President Grass and Pizza
Writer: Suika
Season: Summer
NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.
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Rinne: (Hehe, today’s my lucky day!)
(Who knew I'd bag a big win in the slot machines today! Ain't that enough to make up for my losses this month?)
(I thought that of course I'd come home and celebrate, but I pro'lly got carried away and bought too many ingredients.)
(Well, not that I need to worry about leftovers when Niki's right there.)
(I gotta get back quick and let Niki—… Hm? That guy over there is…)
Hajime Shino-kun from Ra*bits, ain't it?
Hajime: Amagi-senpai? Hello~
Rinne: He~ya. Thrillin' to know that you remember this li'l ol' me's name.
So, what're ya hidin’ in the grass for? Up to somethin’ sneaky?
Are you buryin’ treasure or somethin'? Ya look like a little puppy digging like that~
Hajime: Oh, no. I just came to pick these up.
Rinne: Huh. Your bag has…some leaves and grass?
Hajime: That's right! I got quite a lot of them ♪
Rinne: Pickin' up wild grass, huh… Why?
Hajime: ? I'm going to eat them, of course?
Rinne: ………Ah, I got it. I can see what you're up to now.
That's for a TV show, isn't it? You should've told me earlier~
Hajime: Oh, this isn't for TV though? It's just that I got a craving for it since it's been a while since I ate these so I went here and got some.
Rinne: ………………
(From what I remember, aren't Ra*bits supposed to be a popular unit?)
(Well, not as much as UNDEAD or Akatsuki from the same agency but… each member seems to be goin’ strong in their own way, right?)
(So to see him here picking up grass like this… Never thought they're in deep shit that they can't even properly keep their stomachs full.)
'S that so? But ain't Seisoukan fully stocked with food? There's also lots of snacks in the ES break room, yeah?
If you're havin' trouble finding something to eat, ain't those better places to search in?
If anyone sees their precious idol foraging for grass in a place like this, that's not really a good look with the public, y'know?
Hajime: Trouble finding something to eat…?
Ah, no! You've got it wrong! I'm not gathering grass like this because I'm having trouble with money!
When I got on the phone with my family, we happened to talk about how we used to eat grass a lot when I was younger.
And then I just suddenly craved that nostalgic taste so I came here to pick these up. I normally eat properly, so please don't worry that much about it~
Rinne: Oh, so that's it? You made me uncharacteristically nervous for a sec there.
Hajime: I'm sorry for making you worry.
Rinne: Nah, don't mind it. My fault for jumpin' to conclusions so fast.
In fact, those grass growin' out there are delicious too. I also used to forage for them back when I was a li'l boy so I get ya, Hajime-kun.
I even used to go to the mountains to pick up some edible wild plants.
Thanks to that, I got some basic stuff down when it comes to edible grass. This one and this one can be eaten. This one's not. This one's edible too, but it's not really good.
Hajime: Wow! You didn't miss any! You're really knowledgeable about them!
Rinne: Hehe, told ya right? This ol' me won't ever lie ♪
This one's tasty if you blanch it a little. And this one's something that only Niki could munch on.
Hajime: Huh?! Shiina-senpai can eat this? I had an upset stomach when I ate this one by mistake.
Rinne: Yeah, same here. After eating it, I felt like dyin' the next day—couldn't move at all. But that guy's all fine and dandy.
Maybe it's got somethin' that only his stomach can digest. He's the one who cooked it, after all.
Hajime: Shiina-senpai is really good with cooking, isn't he? ♪
Rinne: Yeah. That guy's real good with his hands when it comes to food. Everything he makes is delicious. When I get home, I'll have him cook for me; that's why I got a lot of stuff here with me.
Hajime: Oh, that's indeed a lot. Let's see… Cheese, ketchup… There's also salami and basil… Are you planning to make pizza?
Rinne: Spot on ♪ Niki's pizza's always bangin', y'know? I end up eating too much if I don't watch it.
Hajime: Fufu, that's wonderful! Are you celebrating something today?
Rinne: Celebrating? No, not really…
Hajime: Huh? Is it okay to eat pizza on a normal day?
Back in my home, I was taught that pizza is a treat that you only eat on special occasions.
Rinne: Oh, is it now?
My bad, my bad. You're right, Hajime-kun. Of course, today is a special day~
And it's somethin' so important that we can't ever, ever forget about! None other than President Pizza's birthday!
Hajime: President Pizza's birthday?! I never knew about the existence of someone that great!
Rinne: You don't know him, Hajime-kun?! Man, that's really, really bad.
Hajime: W-What's wrong with it…?
Rinne: When it's President Pizza's birthday, everyone's gotta feast on some pizza.
If you only knew about it today, then I guess Hajime-kun never got to eat anything these past years, huh…
If that's the case, then it ain't good if you don't eat all those years' lost servings of pizza…
Hajime: All those years' lost servings of pizza… Are you saying that I should eat 17 years' worth of them?!
Rinne: Ah, then what I have here won't be enough. I gotta get back and grab some more ingredients, huh…
Hajime: I can't possibly eat that much!
Can't you do something to help me?! If I eat that much pizza, I'll end up hating it!
Rinne: Pfft… Ha…
Kyahahaha! Your reaction's takin' me out, Hajime-kun!
Hajime: This isn't a laughing matter! Uuu~ what am I supposed to do now?
Rinne: Don't ya worry your pretty li'l head. I was just messin' with you. That's a lie.
Hajime: A lie..? From which point was it a lie?
Rinne: Everything startin' from President Pizza's birthday.
Hajime: So, uhm… I don't have to stuff myself full of pizza until my stomach explodes?
Rinne: Yup. President Pizza doesn't exist.
Hajime: T-Thank god…
Rinne: I didn't expect you'd just take all of that without even questioning me.
You gotta put it in your head to suspect people a little more from now on, 'kay? Shino "Majime"-kun~ ♪ [1]
Hajime: Geez, you're so mean to deceive me like that, Amagi-senpai! You really scared me back there!
Rinne: Come on, sorry for bein' like that~
Oh, got it. As an apology for messin' with ya, lemme treat you to some pizza.
Hajime: …Are you sure you're not lying this time?
Rinne: Kyahahaha! Talk about a fast learner! Ya immediately got on your toes and suspected me! You take things so seriously. You really are Majime-kun, huh?
Hajime: M-My name is "Hajime"!
Rinne: Yessir~ Come on, let's bounce back home and have a feast! ♪
And while we're at it, let's use those grass you picked and make some wild grass pizza!
Hajime: W-Wah, please don't just drag me around, Amagi-senpai!
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Translation: Sophie
Proofreading: Ara
NOTES:
[1] “Majime” / まじめ = lit. means as a person who’s earnestly sincere and honest, and therefore takes things seriously at its face value. It’s a syllable off Hajime’s name, which makes it funnier given how Rinne has a penchant for giving silly nicknames to people he encounters.
Also can I just point out how Hiiro, who’s actually Hajime’s classmate and therefore theoretically closer to him, calls him “Shino-kun” (last name) while Rinne calls him “Hajime-kun” (first name) right off the bat. I just think his shamelessness is hilarious LOL
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The show hasn't really gotten into the Breaking as much as I think they should have at this point. Which does kinda go into the fact that Lews Therin doesn't seem to be feared by the general public at least as far as we know? Which does make me a bit concerned as that is important. It does seem like the AOL flashbacks are leading up to Dragonmount and therefore the Breaking so maybe that's why it hasn't been addressed as much yet? Rafe did say there's less knowledge of the prophecies or at least less belief that they're 100% accurate since they're over 3000 years old and translated a million times so that might play a role too? Idk I'm curious for them to get into the prophecies more so we know what the world thinks and believes about the Dragon.
i just wanna say that as someone who studied ancient history and ancient literature, it is completely accurate that the current people of randland know very little about what happened 3000 years ago, that the average population outside of scholars doesn't care about what happened 3000 years ago, and that nobody is willing to put full trust in the accuracy of the few ancient texts and prophecies that survived to the present.
and mind you, i ran into all these things in my studies of events that happened only 2000 years ago. 3000 years, we are talking the late bronze age collapse in the mediterranean region - an event that's infamously mysterious precisely because we have so little surviving evidence to say what caused it.
when it comes to human history, 3000 years is a MASSIVE amount of time, and to be honest i don't think RJ/the books really understood just how massive (for example, randland should have been able to advance more, technologically, in 3000 years than it did, even considering how destructive the breaking was and how destructive the taint & false dragons & shadowspawn continued to be). the general population outside of scholars does not spend a second thinking about things that happened 3000 years ago or specific people who lived 3000 years ago. they just don't. realistically, lews therin shouldn't be anything more than a vague fable to the average population of present-day randland. of course they're not afraid of him. why would they be? he's insanely far-removed from and irrelevant to their lives - for now. i daresay they'll start to get nervous once they start to see true signs that the dragon has been reborn and that the last battle will happen in their lifetime. but until then, i cannot emphasize enough how much any dragon- & breaking-related shit is not on the general population's radar. they don't care about the bronze age collapse. they don't care about any sort of war or destruction or apocalypse until it starts to affect them personally (see: nobody caring enough to help falme in s2, just as nobody cared enough to help manetheren).
i will also add that as someone fresh from reading the books for the very first time, i can comfortably say the show is NOT lagging behind on Breaking Info-Giving compared to where the books were at this point. we had zero clue about the bore or any of that stuff until rand's rhuidean trip (and even then, i didn't really understand what the hell was going on in his visions until quite a bit later, and in large part due to learning some extra-book information that explained it better). as a show-only during s1, i can assure you that the 3000 years later flashback showing us a futuristic society made me go OH SHIT and hit home the full impact of the breaking far more than anything in the books, where we don't even see any AOL scenes onscreen aside from the rhuidean visions (which are very confusing to a first-time reader) and the dragonmount prologue (which isn't very useful since it's the first scene in the whole series and a first-time reader has zero context for anything learned there).
honestly, i think longtime readers forget just how much of our AOL/forsaken/breaking knowledge comes from extra-book sources like the companion, Word Of Jordan, etc; the books alone are very vague about so much of that stuff and i remember being repeatedly bewildered as to how you guys knew so much about the AOL when the books either didn't have those details at all or had them so vaguely that they flew right over my first-time reader head. i'm not 100% sure, but i believe latra posae decume isn't even MENTIONED in the books and comes purely from "the strike at shayol ghul", as do many of the details about the strike and the bore and the breaking. and so i definitely think the show has already included more information, and more CLEAR information, about the breaking than the books alone had by the end of TDR and in fact for much of the series.
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Hello, I loveddd your recent Aegon-post. I would like to share an Aegon x Reader idea that I would love to hear your take on. My pitch: Noblewoman is engaged to Aemond and very pleased. He is handsome, gentle with her, very strong, skilled, well-read and intelligent. Yet she can not seem to be able to resist his brother Aegon, whose advances appalls her almost as much as he intrigues her.
Irresistible
Aegon II Targaryen x Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Warnings: Explicit language, NSFW themes(only hinted at)
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English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.
A/N: Why, thank you, kind stranger! Glad to hear you liked it. And as I usually do, I'd like to apologize for taking my sweet time with posting the results. Cheers!
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The brothers were complete opposites, she'd come to realize. Aemond, her betrothed, was rough, cold and distant to the rest of the world, but soft, warm and sweet to her. He always had a kind word for her. The prince was so careful whenever she was around, as if not to spook her away.
The two spent most of their time in the Red Keep's library, reading to eachother. Stealing longing glances. Averting their eyes as one caught the other.
When they weren't in the library, the lady was watching him train with Ser Criston. Gods, he was strong... Through most of his training sessions, the lady could be seen standing off to the side, almost drooling at the sight of Aemond Targaryen swinging at his opponent. And who could blame her? The young man was ridiculously attractive. That patch made it even harder for her to keep her hands off...
Aemond rarely ever touched her. And when he did, it was for a second or two and always sickeningly innocent. Not because he didn't want to, no. Not even because it was deemed inappropriate. But because he wanted her to voice her needs before he acted. Aemond wanted to hear her give herself to him completely.
The older one, on the other hand...Prince Aegon was a menace. He sure lived up to all the stories she'd heard about him. He cared little that the lady was soon to be his sister-in-law. He cared even less about hiding his lust. His desire.
His insatiable hunger scared her. But there was more to what she felt. She knew it deep down, even if she tried to deny it. It excited her. The shiver that ran down her spine when the prince took her hand in his and kissed it the first time they met said more than enough. The woman could tell all the lies she wanted, Aegon could see right through all of them. Aemond could too.
She knew it wasn't right. She was to be married to Aemond soon, but the short-haired man was just as delicious looking as his younger brother. It was pure torture.
Unlike him, Aegon wasn't afraid to touch her. It amused him, the way she'd blush as his hands would find their way around her waist, all under the pretext of having to pass through right where she stood. Her reaction to his flirtatious little comments was even better. Lips parted slightly, eyes open wide, chest heaving, hands shaking. It was the same thing every single time.
"You know, brother... We've known each other for quite some time now, wouldn't you agree?" Aegon joked one night, after she'd left the two and headed for her chambers.
Aemond only hummed in response, glazed expression on his face. He couldn't say why, but he'd felt inclined to accept his brother's offer to join him for a drink after the feast. His patch now laid discarded on the small table between the two as they poured themselves glass after glass.
"As brothers, we've had to learn how to share from a pretty young age..." The older one trailed, his eyes meeting with those of his brother- the real one, as well as the sapphire. The light of the fire they sat close to was bouncing off of the gemstone in all directions.
"Careful now, brother. She's not a toy. My woman doesn't exist for you to play with whenever you're bored of your whores."
"She's not yours yet, is she? And you're mistaken, brother... I do not wish for you to give her to me. As I said, we've learned how to share...right?"
Aemond hummed once more, his cocky smirk finding way back to his face. He was no longer looking at Aegon, but instead over his head. Towards the now open door.
"I am not the one you should be asking for permission, Aegon."
"Then I should go and ask her then? Is that what you're telling me?"
"No need. Just turn around and speak the words."
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10:32pm | seventeen joshua
genre/au: fluff, bf!joshua // warnings: none // wc: 0.6k
summary: it seems as if the days feel longer and more tiring, but it looks like joshua has the perfect solution for that problem
sidenote: the burnout is real. so tired lately and the feeling of writing isn't the same but i just think i need to chill out a bit and find some inspo again :) so here's a shua timestamp to cheer me and others up. if you feel tired lately, pls be sure to take a break and have some needed self care or fun
"Knock knock! Coming in!" The door lightly creaks open and reveals Joshua holding a tray of food with a smile. "How's my brainiac doing?"
You let out a sigh and send him a tired smile, "well, your brainiac is very very tired and has a lot on her mind. But she does feel a little better after seeing her sweetheart of a boyfriend." Your arms open automatically when you see him getting closer to you and in return he quickly puts the tray down on your table and rushes to hug you.
Ahhhh, the lovely feeling of comfort. You needed this, you really needed this right now. Work was hard on you lately and it just felt like so much weight on your shoulders, it was so demanding on your energy. So even a little break really helped you out especially if it was from Shua.
"Thank you baby, I really needed that. Now I have to get back to work–"
"Nope! Not happening, at least not with me around. You have been working day and night for the past few weeks and barely taken a good break." He cradles your face in his hand and takes a good look at you. Eyes looking as if it was being pushed to the limit, hair quite knotted from not being brushed for a long time, –probably hasn't been washed in a while as well– and a small yawn making its way out of your mouth. It was so obvious how tired you were.
Shua gently directs you over to the bathroom and hands you some fresh clothes he grabbed on the way. "Go take a shower and do all of that self care stuff you love. I'll prepare the bed and grab some more food, then we can get comfortable and watch movies till we fall asleep." He ruffles your hair and shows you that adorable grin of his, eye smile and all. "It's time for a proper break, you deserve it, afterall you have been working really hard. So relax, okay?"
You nod in response and give a short peck before heading into the bathroom to clean yourself up. The water felt so soothing on your skin, the whole thing so refreshing. You dry yourself before changing into the clothes that Shua gave you. Comfy, he picked out a good pair.
"I'm done showering now. So, what are we watching first?"
"The new thriller movie. They released it a week ago but its reviews look pretty good, hopefully it is. You okay with that?" His body eases at your smile, even with no response he already knew you enough to understand that smile. He gets under the covers of your bed and gestures for you to join him. So you do.
He presses play and you quickly feel a wave of exhaustion hit you. Surely it'll be okay to close your eyes, just for a little while. "You can sleep if you want to, darling." Of course he saw.
You grin tiredly at him and sink further in his arms, allowing the warmth to envelop your whole body. You look up at him and feel as though everything has melted away. "Shua," you whisper. "Thank you, for this.. I know you probably don't think it's much on your part but I still appreciate it."
"Hey, what are partners for? You take care of me and I'll take care of you. That's how it works, so rest up now." He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before you feel your eyes start to shut and allow sleep to take over.
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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 2, Episode 1
Season 2 picks up after the Christmas break, it is now early January 2021, and Wilhelm is asleep, dreaming of Simon...
Cinematography: The show does a slow transition from Wilhelm's sex dream by changing the colours from the soft golden light of his dream, to the harsh early January daylight, and by letting the sound of a vacuum cleaner pierce the signature [dreamy electronic music] of his dream.
Subtext: We're seeing Wilhelm move like a ghost through the palace, ignoring everyone, even his mother. He's still angry with her, and they haven't really talked all break.
Blink and you miss it: It's hard to make out, but Erik's silver cigarette case is also inscribed with Sällskapet - The Society, the ultra-douche nobility club.
Cinematography: Just like last season was bookended by a fourth wall break, here comes the opening montage and a very angry Wilhelm staring into the camera.
Subtext: The August montage tells us a bunch of things. He's been spending Christmas break alone at school since he doesn't really have a family to spend it with, and his eating disorder/body dysmorphia sure isn't getting better.
Culture: Simon is playing the song Aldrig Igen by Cherrie, which is about leaving someone who has hurt you. The repeating refrain goes: "Never gonna happen again. I don't want to feel like that."
Culture: Minimum age for getting your driver's license in Sweden is 18. It's getting more and more rare for people to get their driver's license as soon as possible, because it's simply not a necessity for most. When I went to high school last century (in the 90's), about half the class got theirs at that time. These days less than a third get theirs that early.
Subtext: Although Felice didn't really have a plot of her own this season, I'm glad to see that she learned something last season and keeps ignoring her annoying, prattling, mom. That her friend Sara got into the Manor House is much more important than whatever horsey-horse blah her mom is whining about.
Subtext: Madison hands Sara a crystal, of course she's into that. But I'm not crunchy enough to figure out what the hell she means by "among other things". Help. Anyone? What is that even? Amethyst?
Subtext: "Native Americans and other indigenous peoples have burned sage for centuries as part of a spiritual ritual to cleanse a person or space, and to promote healing and wisdom." Thank you Google for that explanation. And of course it's something Madison would do.
Lost in translation: The English translation of their chanting didn't quite capture everything. A literal translation would be "Fine girls, deep pockets, worship our fine pussies!" But fina flickor is an expression that means well-mannered upper-class girls, djupa fickor is a Swedish idiom that means being rich, and these two fragments both rhymes with and alliterates with fina fittor, except the latter is extremely vulgar, which creates an interesting juxtaposition of contrasting tone. Btw, my high school Swedish teacher was the best teacher I've ever had, and I know he would be so fucking proud of me right now if he could see me writing this! Tack, Magnus.
Subtext: And here comes the first mention of this season's main theme; traditions, upholding them, breaking them, examining them... Interestingly enough it's Felice who suggests breaking it, while all the other girls insist that Sara has to continue the tradition. And boy, does she ever. At least the fire department didn't show up...
Subtext: The real reason August didn't join Vincent or Nils on their expensive Christmas vacation to the Seychelles is of course that he can't afford it. But his dismissive joke also just point to his own eating disorder problems. August, get help.
Subtext: When Simon insta-stalks Marcus we get to see a bit of his personality. Apparently, Marcus likes camping, fishing, hiking, horses, and his Volvo. The 850 is a classic 90's station wagon, and although it's pretty unusual for 18-year-olds to own a car in Sweden, something like that checks out and it's probably his car.
Subtext: Vincent is such an ass, and I love every second of it. He has zero respect for the younger students, he doesn't give a shit that Wilhelm is royal.
Subtext: Wilhelm is being an assertive bitch to August here and insists on him addressing him in third person, as if they weren't familiar...
Blink and you miss it: ...which makes Nils and Vincent laugh, and Vincent makes a mocking salute to Wilhelm.
Subtext: But in the end, August is the prefect, so they do as he says and allow the first-years to join the party, even though they have no idea why August is letting Wilhelm get away with it.
Cinematography: This season also does a lot of mirroring where scenes in this season look like scenes in the first season. This particular one mirrors the one where Simon appears at the initiation party for Wilhelm and catches his eye, except it's a lot more sad this time.
Subtext: Oh look, The Theme™ pops up again, and Simon is of course not a fan of keeping the shitty traditions that forced Sara to do something stupid, so that he had to rush to school to check up on her.
Subtext: Wilhelm is an awkward idiot around Simon. He really has no idea how to reconnect with him.
Cinematography: Again, we're mirroring the initiation party in s1 where Simon excuses himself, but this time Wilhelm doesn't chase after him.
Subtext: I'm sorry what now? Nils is not straight? That came out of fucking nowhere, but ok, let's roll with it! Also, whoever subtitled this is obviously familiar with Tinder, but not with Grindr. Nils says that he saw Marcus on Grindr, not that they matched, because that's not how Grindr works.
Subtext: The main theme of the entire show is about social class, if you haven't figured this out by now. Nils is firmly in team upper-class, and tells Wilhelm how he's supposed to handle dating: Only date or hook up with people from your own class, or with people who know how to keep everything discreet, private, and down-low.
Subtext: Wilhelm looks around in confusion, because he expected Simon to be singing in the choir. Where the hell is Simon?
Subtext: Meanwhile, Simon is late and on the bus with his friends on Team Rebound, who are giving him advice that's gonna turn out to be pretty crap.
Culture: Padel is so middle class, Vincent is right! Padel surged in popularity in Sweden in 2021 for some weird reason, and tons of padel courts popped up all over the country. However, the hype completely crashed in 2022, so most of those places are now facing bankruptcy and people actually talk about padeldöden - padel death, so the sport is kind of a joke right now.
Subtext: Wilhelm puts on the most fake smile ever and says hi to Alexander who is back at school. They were all correct when they said that Alexander really wouldn't get punished for getting caught with the drugs, his parents simply bribed the school to hush it down, but their treatment of Alexander will backfire spectacularly on Wilhelm later in the season.
Subtext: The show is doing a bit of exposition here, but it's also reminding us of who knows what about the sex tape, and why Wilhelm hasn't told Simon that he knows who did it. One more thing that will backfire spectacularly.
Subtext: And in a quick throwaway comment we learn that the late prince Erik had a thing with a porn model, and that the royal court successfully swept that whole thing under the carpet, as they do.
Subtext: The rest of the girls thoughtlessly let Sara pick up the tab for their coffee, which is nothing to them, but for Sara it's half her savings. She's treating them without protest, but doesn't buy anything for herself because she simply can't afford it.
Subtext: Don't sit next to him, don't talk to him, pretend he doesn't exist! Simon is really trying to follow the advice of his friends.
Cinematography: Oh look, a mirroring of the scary movie scene where they touch hands in season 1. Except this time Simon jerks his hand away.
Subtext: The Theme! This time it's Wilhelm who's on team fuck the traditions, although he's doing it just to undermine August.
Lost in translation: Vincent actually uses the word kladdiga - sticky, smudgy - about their hands, which in Swedish implies they're all toddlers who should sit down and shut up while the adults are talking.
Subtext: No, Wilhelm really didn't stick up for anyone last season, he threw Alexander under the bus, and he threw Simon under the bus, so we're just heaping on the guilt now.
Subtext: And we're doing some more exposition to remind everyone about who knows what about the sex tape. Here Sara finds out that August knows that Wilhelm knows it was him, and he's blaming her for telling him, even though she hasn't told anyone. Not even Simon, speaking about things that will backfire spectacularly.
Subtext: Sara's plotline is gaining steam, much like she did after touching August, if you know what I mean, eh, eh, eh? She knows he's a piece of shit, she knows he's a bad person that she can't trust, but she also thinks he's hot as fuck and this obviously causes quite a lot of conflicting emotions in her.
Subtext: No, Wilhelm truly doesn't realize this. He's been trying to get close to Simon in order to get him back, but he still hasn't got a damn clue as to why Simon is keeping his distance.
Subtext: Note that Simon going after Marcus is 100% reactive. He asked him for a ride because he needed to for Sara's sake. And now he's agreeing to karaoke night because Wilhelm just hurt him again, and because his friends have been encouraging him to go for a rebound boyfriend.
Culture: Carola Häggkvist is a very well known Swedish artist and songwriter who had her breakthrough at 17 in the 1983 Eurovision Song Contest with the song Marcus is choosing. She only came in third that time, but won the ESC in 1991 with the song Fångad av en Stormvind. Despite being wacko Christian for a while and married to Norwegian preacher Runar Søgaard, who lost his weapons license after shooting a deer from his bedroom window, she has now mended her ways and is somewhat of a gay icon in Sweden, performing at Stockholm Pride in 2013.
Culture: Främling is about meeting a stranger, falling in love, and taking a chance on this newfound love. Marcus might look like a doofus, but his song choice is pretty clever, although obvious.
Subtext: Can we just appreciate Vincent's dramatics for a second? A first-year not moving their ass off a couch he wants to sit in is apparently causing his entire world to come crashing down. The audacity! Chaos! The system is there for a reason! It provides stability! What's next? Everyone is just gonna sit around playing the bongos? Someone needs to enforce the proper order of things, because August apparently refuses to do so!
Subtext: Some nice foreshadowing here where Alexander checkmates Wilhelm.
Culture: The Swedish Royal Court is an organisation with hundreds of employees who assist the royal family in all their official duties. Here we're seeing the Queen having a late night meeting with some court officials. Although the show doesn't say, it's likely that Minou who was introduced in season 1 is the head of the press and information department, and that the new character Jan-Olof is the Marshal of the Court, which would put him in charge of planning and preparing all official events that the royal family attends.
Subtext: From the perspective of the Queen and the court, Wilhelm's outburst comes out of nowhere. He's been refusing to talk to his mother for weeks, and now he suddenly calls them up, rants about Simon being on a date with another boy, and screams that he doesn't want to become king in the future. In addition, he threatens to talk to the press himself, which makes Minou somewhat concerned to put it lightly.
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sorry but please... post your akio plastic covered couch tweet here... the world needs to know...
Warning: pics of gross shit happening on the couches
I'll do you one better and include the STORY! So, I, Vanna (note: Yasha mostly does the Tumblr and I mostly do the Twitter,) was smoking enough weed to knock out a large horse or put a very tiny dent in my constant back and shoulder pain, as one does when when they're a middle-aged Registered Nurse in the year 2023. (I'm 39 but it's an old 39, lmao.)
Scrolling through Twitter, I stumble on a fanart of Suletta from Witch of Mercury sitting goofily on a white couch. Now I haven't seen this show yet, but the white couch....looked familiar, and I know the show is very much a descendent of Utena in terms of creative teams. For those that don't know, the series is written by Ichirō Ōkouchi, who also wrote the two Revolutionary Girl Utena novelizations...which if you didn't know about before, you know about now, and can read translated on our site here! (Warning: Touga and Miki uh, in the novels...)
Anyways, so I hop onto my own website and start downloading the images that will constitute receipts, before realizing 1. these images are all on multiple computers feet away from me, 2. the couch isn't an identical match, 3. that'd have been weird anyway, and most importantly, 4:
AKIO'S COUCHES DON'T LOOK RIGHT. OBSERVE:
The edges of the armrests have sloppier upholstery than the blanket I have covering my computer desk. I took the time to tuck seams at least. What is this??
Now it could absolutely be leather, I thought. It would absolutely track. But leather upholstery doesn't look like this. It doesn't wrinkle quite this way. It would have cleaner seams.
No. No that's too shiny for leather. So here I am, presented with this strangeness I'd never really considered in how Akio's couch is drawn, and having spent the last few months learning about my Italian-American family history, my chemically altered ass came to the only reasonable conclusion:
Akio Ohtori has plastic coverings on his white couches, like he's a depression era American in poverty.
Fuck yeah, I though, A HIT TWEET, there, at the end of all Tweeting things. (Yeah I'm working on that, stay tuned, lmao. I of all people know when to bail on stupid men with stupid power.) Because I am me, I framed it as semi serious by pulling a context to explain it out of my ass:
I was joking.
But the replies? They were not. And then I thought about it some more. And I've kept thinking about it. Do I seriously think Ikuhara and Co literally are intentionally drawing a plastic covered couch? Doesn't that feel, Vanna, like a bit of a stretch, even for Utena meta?
Listen to that CRONCH when Akio sits down in episode 31, before Anthy is seen by Nanami. Look, the buttons on the back rest don't quite fit, but the rest? Yeah it kinda does. I was high, but not wrong!?
Akio *does* surround himself with a bizarre hodgepodge of Americana as an aesthetic. The arm garters. The piping and cut of his cowboy-ass shirt. His American car. His mullet. His miniature fucking golf. Why not the plastic covered couch? It's a trope of American poverty that would absolutely have fallen neatly into the diet of American pop culture that influenced Ikuhara. (He makes references to E.T. and The Godfather and Suspiria and all kinds of things in his other work, Utena itself is a little less obvious with individual references but inherits HUGE amounts of vibes from the same content--Ikuhara and Co watched Lost Highway in theaters during the production of the Akio Arc and I will not be convinced otherwise.)
So yeah. That's the story, and that's the theory. Do I seriously believe it was deliberate? Maybe. Probably. Possibly. But it fits so well it's headcanon for me, and in the Utena fandom, pretty much all canon is kind of headcanon so enjoy this one.
What an asshole.
#utena#revolutionary girl utena#utena meta#akio ohtori#akio's couches#do I really need to point out the functional utility of plastic covered couches for this particular character though
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Long Way from Home 1/?
Ok, so here is chapter one of I don't know how many. I have 25 pages of this. My goal is to immerse the reader in this world and put them into the OC's shoes as she questions her sanity and breaks down. I don't know how it's going to end yet.
Same intro: 141's translator isn't able to escape after Graves's betrayal. He takes her, thinking she has information. Things go horribly. Stockholm Syndrome eventually sets in and our OC feels her 141 identity being ripped to shreds while a new one, possibly loyal to Shadow Company takes hold.
Idk how this is going to do because it's a darker fic. War Criminal Graves for sure. Really insecure about this one :/
READ: Trigger warnings (for the whole fic): Kidnapping, eventual dub-con, threatened rape, torture, mind fucking games, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.
TAGS: Dub-con, violence, torture, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.
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Graves.
You looked up at him as your vision became clearer. Your head was pounding. You realized you were lying in the street. Did someone hit you over the head? You couldn’t recall. Graves started shooting and everyone ran for cover or tried shooting back. You shot back maybe once or twice. Truth was you were terrified of Graves’s Shadows and wanted to get the hell away from them.
You were able to camouflage into the woods and managed to make it to the streets on your way to the agreed upon rendezvous point, which was planned in case just an event happened.
The coldness, hardness, and wetness of that same street took your attention away from the sharp pains seemingly crushing your skull. Raindrops made your vision blurry every now and then as they landed in your eyes.
But that didn’t stop you from glaring at Graves. If looks could kill the man would’ve dropped dead on the spot. After all the missions, all the teamwork, and especially all the nights spent with him…you felt disgusted.
But you still felt small, vulnerable, like prey, even with all your gear on. You were flat on your back surrounded by Shadows (demons)…and Graves. You were beginning to worry. Sure, you’d received the training required to tag along with the 141 but definitely not quite all of it. How the hell were you going to put up with being tortured for information or being held captive if it came to that?
“141’s translator.” Graves smirked. “Good to see ya again, Valdez. Been better though, yeah?”
You said nothing. The firefight had stopped although you didn’t know how much time had passed between the end of the fight and now. You only hoped Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro were okay. You didn’t know what all had happened. All you remembered is that gunshots rang out and everyone ran.
You apparently didn’t run fast enough.
“Where are your friends?” Graves commanded, looking down on you with his hands clutching his vest.
Arrogant bastard.
“141?”
“Duh.”
“I dunno,” you answered simply. “You kinda fucked everything up when you started shooting.”
He laughed. He sounded cruel.
“Where are they?”
“How the fuck would I know?”
“Don’t act. You had to have a rendezvous point.”
You remained silent.
Graves paused before saying, “Actually you know what? Let’s get outta this rain.”
Rough and careless hands grabbed your arms and pulled you into a sitting position, soaking the rest of your clothes.
“Watch it,” you snapped. “Cabron. No me vuelvas a tocar,” you added in your native tongue, demanding he not touch you again.
You heard Graves scoff from the inside of a dilapidated building. He then said, “Cuff ‘er and bring ‘er to me.”
You felt those same rough hands placed thick plastic zip ties around your wrists after pulling your arms behind your back and he pull them tight, almost painfully so. You were then pulled to stand in the same coarse manner before being led into a building that looked like it was barely standing. It had been gutted inside and out. The same Shadow shoved you and you fell onto your knees and shin hard in front of Graves. You felt your knees scrape and bleed.
“Forgot how good you look on your knees,” he smirked. He reached towards you and you almost bit him. He ripped your radio off, also taking your earpiece with it and cutting your ear. He gave it to one of his men, telling them to get rid of it.
You ignored what Graves had said because how could he fucking forget when you’d just seen him last night? You instead decided to temporarily focus your anger on the Shadow that had roughed you up earlier. “Fuckin’ asshole,” you snapped at the faceless man. “Tu mama no te enseño que los hombres no les pegan a las mujeres?” You then shot back, asking him if his mother never taught him that men don’t hit women.
“Now you need to knock that Spanish shit off,” Graves mentioned. “You’re in the presence of Americans so speak English.”
You said nothing, only scowled at him even though he was currently towering over you.
He laughed. “Still got that mouth on you I see. Good for telling others off, translating, and…other things, too, huh?”
You felt your cheeks blush but out of anger. Your ears felt hot despite the cool rainy night. Apparently Graves liked to kiss and tell. The fact that the last time you’d slept with him was right before this mission left you feeling absolutely disgusted. You felt like he’d raped you in a way as he didn’t tell you who he really was.
“Where’s 141?” He asked again, standing before you and again reaching up to grasp his vest. You saw that lines or scratches and scars lined his forearms.
“I told you I don’t know.” You paused before adding, “Si te lo digo en español lo entenderás mejor? No se.” You asked if you telling him in Spanish might help him understand better.
“You really need to start cooperating here,” He walked about you in a circle and you felt like he was a wolf circling injured prey.
“I don’t know, man!” You snapped. “We all had to run for cover when you and your goons started shooting.” You paused before adding, “Heard they knocked a few of your Shadows off.”
One of the Shadows from behind you kicked you and your vest roughly, almost making you fall sideways. You gave a scowl in that general direction before focusing back on Graves. “You’ve been planning this shit for awhile haven’t you?”
“Look at you, so perceptive,” Graves cooed. It was creepy. “All I did was told them I was in charge and they didn’t like it.”
“So you betrayed them?”
“No, no,” he stopped dead in front of you again and knelt so you were both at eye level. His eyes were cold, icy, like the arctic. You smelled blood and gunpowder and you wondered if it was his blood or some of your teammates’. You silently prayed they were okay. His eyes had never looked like that before. “They betrayed me.”
You laughed callously. “Bullshit,” You tried to stop yourself from saying the next thing but it was said before you even knew it. “You’re a traitor, Graves. And a fucking war criminal.”
With that he smacked you across the face. Hard. You cried out, tasting blood. You shook your hair from your face and turned back in his direction.
“So you hit women, too now?” You gasped, spitting blood in between his boots as he kneeled in front of you. “At the very least you have treason and usurpation.”
“It doesn’t need to be this way. I need to know where they are.”
“Why, to kill them?”
“Nah, I wanna keep ‘em,” he added threateningly. “Some brainwashing and they’d make a good team for me.”
“Go to hell, fuckin’ traitor.”
He reached out, grasping your hair so tightly you yelped. He tilted your head up to make sure you made eye contact with him.
“If you use that word again I will kill your friends when I find them. Not before I kill you in front of them first, though.” He didn’t break eye contact, almost expecting a reply from you. “Are we really gonna have to do this the hard way?”
You didn’t speak.
“Fine,” he responded. He stood up, his height allowing him to tower over you again. He drew his sidearm and pulled the hammer back, placing a bullet in the chamber.
So this is how you were going to die. On bloodied knees in front of what you now considered an enemy combatant. He placed the gun to your head and you felt the cold barrel through your thin, wet hair.
“Call them,” Graves demanded.
“No,”
You weren’t expecting it when he hit you with his sidearm across the side of your face. You screamed in pain, falling flat on the floor. You vision was blurry and the sounds around you were going in and out. You saw him step closer is you flinched, mumbling, “Don’t!” When you thought he was about to kick you. Graves grabbed your vest and hauled you back to your knees.
“Call them,” Graves commanded again, his voice louder in volume and deeper in tone.
“I can’t,” you gasped, your head throbbing. You shut your eyes, wanting to be anywhere else but here. You opened them and you were still there, effectively being tortured.
Graves stepped out in front of you. It was dead silent, the only sounds being the crickets and the rain. You met his eyes trying to muster any sympathy. You were likely concussed at least two times over and you were in pain. His eyes didn’t soften and his men didn’t even flinch. Were they seriously okay with this?!
He raised the gun at your chest.
And he fired.
The force of the bullet forced you onto your back and you felt ribs possibly break underneath your vest. You yelled in pain as you found yourself glancing up at the ceiling of the gutted building you were in. Your vest had stopped the bullet from penetrating but it still hurt like a motherfucker.
“Get ‘er back up and take her vest off,” you heard Graves tell one of his men.
Your body protested as you were again hauled up on your knees. The Velcro of your vest easily gave way to the strong arms ripping it open. It was tossed aside. You wanted to ask them to at least have some respect for the American flag on your vest but your energy was sapped. It was focused on staying quiet and surviving.
He was kneeling in front of you again and you wondered if he was going to shoot you point blank because he wanted to look in your eyes as you died. Pulling at your zip ties was useless.
Graves reached into his vest and pulled a large, black knife.
“You’re torturing a captive!”
“There’s the military and me,” Graves stated simply. “I’m not as bound by the rules.” He then leaned forward and sliced through your uniform shirt. Underneath all you had on was a pink tank top. He signaled to one of his men who then knelt directly behind you and pulled you up off your shins and onto solely your knees. He grasped your chin from behind and pulled up, forcing your line of sight up and away from Graves. Graves was completely out of view and you had no fucking idea what he was going to do.
“What’re you doing?!” you voice broke as you began panicking.
“I’m about to scar that pretty body if you don’t talk or call your friends.”
“I don’t know! I don’t!” you yelled out desperately. “You know I can’t do that to them,” you sniffled.
The first cut was deep but not deep enough to cause vital injuries. It went from your collarbone to just over your heart. At this point you just sputtered and cried.
“Either tell me where they are or call them.”
“I can’t!”
“No, you’re choosing not to.”
“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know!” Your breath came out in hurried, panicked gasps.
“Sounds like a rehearsed response to me,” The second cut Graves inflicted mirrored your first except it was on the opposite side of your chest. You couldn’t help it. You screamed.
“Graves what the fuck!” Your words echoed Soap’s from not too long ago. You believed you heard him sheathe his knife, presumably without cleaning it, almost as if he wanted your blood to adorn his vest.
“Let her go,”
The Shadow behind you released his grasp and you immediately fell onto your knees and shins, Doubling over in pain. Your once-pink tank top was covered in blood and the cuts on your chest would need stitches at the minimum.
“Hmm, they must not care about ya anymore,” Graves taunted. “Maybe you should come work for me.”
“Never, fuck you,”
“There’s that attitude again,” he laughed callously. “But you have to admit that would be a neat trick.” His voice was sickly sweet as he added, “Imagine that. You at my beck and call before I sicced you on 141.”
“Never,” you repeated.
“We could really, really use you,” Graves stood back up. “You speak Spanish, have experience with surveillance, countersurveillance, know the culture…”
“You wish,” you sighed.
“Well if this isn’t working and asking nicely isn’t working, we can try something else.”
You were past trying to hold back tears. Luckily your dark hair hid your face. You started at the ground, not daring to meet his gaze. With what he had said earlier you were scared another look at him would brainwash you. We circled you again and you couldn’t help but flinch when he got close.
“You and I had a pretty good working relationship, didn’t we?”
You didn’t answer.
“Answer me, soldier,” he demanded.
“Yes,” you snapped. “Not anymore.”
“You’re right not anymore. Maybe soon though.” He paused, scoffing before adding, “Didn’t we also agree to have certain friends with benefits activities?”
“Fuck you,” you half sobbed.
“Yeah you actually did,” there was that cold laugh again. He continued walking around you in a circle as you watched blood drip onto your dark pants.
This was humiliating.
“Man you worked wonders with that little mouth of yours,”
“Argh!” the yell came from your lips loudly. You were frustrated, concussed, in pain, had been betrayed, and now you were finding out that man you were starting to have feelings for was betraying not only but everyone. “You’re so fucking disgusting!” You shouted, raising your gaze to glare at him.
“How ‘bout a repeat?”
Your glare lost its edge for one of surprise and fear. Was he talking about…
“I’ll go first and they,” he signaled around to his men, adding, “Then they’ll go next. And if you keep pretending not to know we can make things…invasive. How’s that sound?”
“Jesus Christ, Graves,” you whispered, “you’re talking about torturing and raping a captive.” Your voice sounded weak, fearful.
“It’s up to you,” Graves shrugged. “You can stop this anytime you want. Or if you really wanna get laid without admitting it you can keep not talking.”
You whimpered.
“I mean, think about it,” Graves knelt in front of you again, keeping that sadistic blue gaze locked onto your darker one. “It’d happen right here when anyone can see what a fuckin’ slut you are. No one would help, either. They’d just watch it happen.”
You cried because what the hell else could you do? You weren’t used to this. You translated for fuck’s sake. You wouldn’t have ever imagined you’d be captured. Not in your worst nightmares. That was something for the movies, for fiction books.
“Keep up the charade and you’re going to suffer. I promise.” He glared at you with those blue-grey emotionless eyes. “I mean hell when I get sick of ya they’ll pass you around however the fuck they want to. I’m sure they’d love to have a shot at a 141 bitch.”
“Fuck yeah,” a Shadow said from behind you. “She’s a cute little thing. Love to see her cry some more.”
You were floored. How was this happening?
“Graves—” you started.
“Commander Graves to you from now on.”
“Commander Graves. I don’t know. Even if I did, they’ve moved on. They’re mobile,” you tried to reason. “I’m of no use to you.”
You saw his jaw muscle clench. “No, you’re gonna be useful, trust me.”
Your hopes that he would just untie you and send you back to 141 bloodied, beaten, and tortured to send a message fell to zero.
“Pick her up and bring her with us,”
“Fuck no, man,” you shook your head. You knew that you under no circumstances could you allow them to take you to a second location. It dropped your chances of survival to almost zero.
You were pulled to your feet roughly and you suddenly felt a wave of nausea. You were definitely concussed.
“Take her vest. Leave her name tag.” Graves wanted to send a message: she’s alive…come get her before I rip her to shreds.
The Shadow who pulled you up whispered hot and heavy in your ear through his mask. He had to lower himself to your level he was so tall. “Cry some more for me.”
He was so close to you, so close to your face you tried to bite him. “Try me, asshole.”
Graves, further again, laughed. A few other Shadows chuckled. Not because it was funny but because they were probably thinking: awe, how cute…she thinks she can take us.
You pulled and struggled and screamed and cursed. They easily kept control of you. They were too tall and too strong. They tossed you in the backseat of a black Tahoe and your cursed inwardly when you failed to get the plate.
Graves got in on the other side of the backseat. He easily reached over you, grabbing your seatbelt.
“Don’t! Don’t you fucking touch me!” you yelled.
The doors slammed shut and two more of his team got up front.
The van took off and you heard your seatbelt click into place.
You glanced in his direction. Your glare was gone. You were about to resort to pleading when you thought of one more idea. The windows were so dark you couldn’t see anything but you had to try.
You quickly leaned sideways towards Graves. The quick movement threw him off and he didn’t react immediately. It put you in a position to where you could kick the window. One, two, three kicks before Graves grabbed your hair, pulling you upright.
“You need to stop,” he warned darkly. “You almost broke my window.”
The cracked glass might be of some use and so you screamed. Screamed for help. You didn’t mention names but you just screamed for anyone to help.
“If she doesn’t shut up we’re gonna get pulled over,” someone said from the front. “There’s a few non-corrupt cops out here ya know.”
You felt a gloved hand tangle itself further in your hair and the other gloved hand place itself over your mouth.
“Hand me that,” you heard Graves say.
You tried biting but the gloves were too thick.
Graves untangled his hand from your hair and produced a roll of duct tape. “You need to stop biting,” he said darkly. You decided you would keep biting and scratching and kicking.
Using no gentleness at all, he wrapped the thick, suffocating tape over your mouth and around your head, effectively silencing you completely.
“Shut up,” he snapped.
And with that you gave up. You were going to die. You only hoped the US would at least get your body. Things quieted down. Graves worked on a laptop while the other two Shadows up front chatted about nothing in particular. It seemed like hours passed and your head injury wasn’t letting you keep track of the twists and turns.
Exhaustion and your concussion got the best of you and you surrendered to the darkness.
#phillip graves#alejandro cod#cod mw2#cod mwii#phillip graves x reader#mw2 141#shadow company#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#konig mw2
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Ok ok ok so
I've bought the Zelda Encyclopedia because I am in a hyperfixated rampage about LoZ. And on one hand it's the best thing ever, because special interest is going brrrr.
But ! But.
I've bought in french. Because I... Am french.
And I don't know if the english version has troubles, alright ? But THE FRENCH VERSION IS A BADLY TRANSLATED HELL and I need to rant.
Keep in mind that I didn't study the book. I've skimmed through. And I'm already holding my head in my hands in a dramatic 'losing my mind' posture.
But anyway ! Here's the defendant :
This is the book I'm talking about, and all the pictures that follow come from this book.
Follow me into translation hell !
Note : I actually usually prefer the french translation in Zelda ! They do a good job at translating things that make sense, leaving things as they are when it isn't needed, and I often find the translated characters' names prettier. (Example : Makar, the korok from Wind Waker, is called Dumoria. I have NO IDEA why it changes so much but it sound so much better in my opinion !) So this is not VF hate. This is genuine uncomprehension as to WHY IS THE BOOK LIKE THIS.
Now, you don't need to go far into the book to have a problem with it.
First few pages. Like literally before the actual content of the book. Presentation of the games. Easy enough, right ? Not hard to beta read, RIGHT ?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THE MINISHIP CAP". WHAT DO YOU MEAN. IT'S NOT LIKE THE TITLE IS WRITTEN ON THE PICTURE ABOVE. How did it happen ?? The name doesn't even change in french, help
"Miniship cap" I already want to quit and it's my INTRODUCTION to this book.
We can divide the mistakes of this book in three categories :
- Lore mistake
- Translation mistake
- Wtf mistakes
I would place "Miniship cap" in the WTF category, for obvious reasons. (HOW???)
The first two categories are easily justified : they asked someone to reread the book and the person wasn't very interested/didn't know Zelda well. But it makes the book LIE
Example of lore mistake :
The title here is " The Ancient Temple, marked by the loftwings".
THE L O F T W I N G S.
This is the ancient temple in Twilight Princess. This is supposed to read OCCAS ! SKYWARD SWORD WASN'T EVEN RELEASED YET !! LOFTWINGS DIDN'T EXIST !
Why did this happen ? Well, in french, Loftwings are called "Célestriers" (mix of the words "céleste", celestial, and "destrier", which is apparently the same in english but I've never seen it before, it's a horse usually or an animal you ride). And Occas ? Are called "Célestiens". People that lives in the sky, basically.
So yeah, Célestriers, Célestiens, I SEE the mistake, ok ?
But still. Uncool. Boo.
Now, example of translation mistake :
The first sentence here is a description of a picture, it reads "Aryll is abducted by Helmaroc King on Ganondorf's orders".
Why isn't this shocking to you, english reader ? Because Helmaroc King is the ENGLISH name of the big bird. In french, there are no "roi Helmaroc" ("roi" means king). It has been translated.
But maybe the book doesn't know, right ? IT'S NOT LIKE THE NAME IS WRITTEN ON THE NEXT PAGE, RIGHT ?
THERE. LE ROI CUIRASSE. THIS IS THE BITCH I KNOW ABOUT. I'M LOSING MY MIND
But again, alright, I guess someone didn't think to translate the name. Some characters's names aren't translated (example : french Skull kid is called... Skull kid. I am thankful for that), so maybe they just didn't THINK to check if there was a translation.
Even though. It was on the next page.
AND I WAS GOING TO LET ROI HELMAROC SLIDE. I WAS.
AND THEN I LOOKED AT THE SAME FUCKING PICTURE I TOOK OF THE BOOK.
First thing I underlined, "Mélodie", is a typo of Medli's name in french, which is "Médolie". I get it, it's an anagram, I've read it Mélodie my whole childhood, OK French Zelda Encyclopedia. OK.
BUT "ÉPÉE MAÎTRESSE" ?? NO.
THE MASTER SWORD IS NOT FUCKING CALLED "ÉPÉE MAÎTRESSE". MAÎTRESSE IS WHAT YOU CALL YOUR TEACHER WHEN SHE'S A WOMAN AND YOU'RE TEN, OK ?
(Actually, "maître" and its feminization "maîtresse" do mean master. But it's. It feels wrong. It's not the in-game name, and it feels wrong.)
THE MASTER SWORD IS "ÉPÉE DE LÉGENDE", OK ? LEGENDARY SWORD. THERE IS NO ÉPÉE MAÎTRESSE.
AT LEAST I HOPE.
Breathing in, breathing out... Ok. A not so important one :
"Les oiseaux" means "the birds", and yes, in english, those cuties are called "little birds" which would be literally "petits oiseaux" in french. (I know, too much vowels, I'm not here to defend my birth language BEAR WITH ME)
But in the VF ? They aren't 'birds'. They are PIOUPS. (Pronounced pyoop, it doesn't mean anything, just mimic the bird's noise)
THEY ARE 'PETITS PIOUPS' ALRIGHT ? AND I LOVE THEM. I'm just. Sad that their name isn't in the book. This is petits pioups erasure.
(After checking, the item they drop is called "plume d'oiseau", so "bird feather". The word "pioup" is just in the description of the item, so... Maybe it's just me. BUT STILL. LET ME CALL THEM PIOUPS IT'S ADORABLE)
And we're not even in my favorite category ! May I introduce :
The what the fuck mistakes
Aka : I can't understand how they let it slide.
Here I want you to read the description of the picture 6.
"Playing the Song of Healing, Link gets his normal appearance back".
Ok, this is probably a description of when Link goes from Deku Scrub back to Hylian, so I am expecting a picture of Link !
Image 6 : WHY IS IT THE CREEPY LINK STATUE.
DID THEY KNOW ABOUT BEN DROWNED ?? WHY IS THE WORST POSSIBLE REPRESENTATION OF LINK IS DESCRIBED WITH "LINK GOES BACK TO NORMAL". NO. NO I AM CALLING MY LAWYER, BOOK, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME.
You know, in a book, there can be translating errors... And, apparently, there also can be "we forgot to fucking translate" errors.
Plural.
IN THE GODDAMN TITLES.
And I studied graphic design, alright. I know, TRUST ME, I know your eyes can get used to the titles and make you miss 'obvious' mistakes.
BUT THIS IS WHY YOU GET SOMEONE TO RE-READ. This is a fucking official book ! That has been published by probably very official publishers, I don't know, I haven't checked !
POURQUOI LE LIVRE EST NUL ? POURQUOI EST-CE QU'IL Y A AUTANT D'ERREURS ? COMMENT EST-CE QUE "MINISHIP CAP" EST ARRIVÉ ? OÙ SONT LES PETITS PIOUPS ? ENGAGEZ-MOI POUR RELIRE LE LIVRE LA PROCHAINE FOIS C'EST PAS POSSIBLE !!
I at least hope some of you laughed watching me losing my mind in french ; I hit the ten images limit, but I'm sure I'll find enough for a part two. I've lost all faith in this book. I'll read it thoroughly just to scream about it on Tumblr.
[*holding a knife towards the book* I won't let anything slide, you hear me ?]
#I've already found some other things. it's. I don't have the words#Zelda#Legend of Zelda#LoZ#the legend of zelda#translation mistake#help#the book is killing me slowly#but I enjoy reading it#Zelda Encyclopedia#French Zelda Encyclopedia Is A Nightmare#Lenn rambles
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SOME MORE RAZ THOUGHTS. (Based on my headcanons so don't @ me about things not being confirmed in canon, this is partially about him as an adult anyway so nyeh)
Raz is a perpetual immigrant.
Like, this boy never had a passport, he probably never even had a birth certificate. He's a kid born to a family of "Circus freaks" (a phrase thrown at them that they've adopted with pride, if only to keep the kids from letting it get them down).
Raz's Campster profile set his origin as Lithuania, which was likely just 'where he was born', probably not terribly far from what's left of Grulovia. (I headcanon that Grulovia is little more than a puddle now, but what remained of the land was absorbed by neighboring countries).
Grulovian immigrants scattered after Vallermo, and no-one really wanted to talk about it. It's 'the old country' and 'the dead country'.
After Psychonauts 2, Raz ESPECIALLY doesn't want to talk about it. Not only was his family refugees from Grulovia-- his Nona was the cause of it. (And sure, she's his great-aunt, not actually his grandmother, but that won't make him stop calling her his Nona. Nothing has changed, except that thinking about the home country hurts a little, now. For different reasons.)
Raz was always a wanderer. It comes with the circus background. He travels light, carries just the essentials. A house isn't a home, but it is a place to put stuff for storage, he supposes.
He's spoken English most of his life. Nobody notices the accent unless he's talking about his Nona winning at Gruloky, or how she makes a true Grulovian Herring Bread better than anyone he's ever seen. (nobody he talks to has heard of that, but he swears it's traditional.)
But every now and then, when he goes on missions, his partners hear interesting things.
A language that Lithuanians think is Latvian, Lavtians think is Lithuanian. Raz always claims to be from one or the other when identified as non-American. Otherwise, as far as they're concerned, Raz is just a local from a little hamlet they haven't heard of.
He speaks German in the office with Sasha and Otto. On one memorable occasion he spoke fluent Russian for a mission, and shrugged it off saying it was 'safest that way'. He claimed to be second-generation Russian with family from a nearby country, because he could tell they saw 'foreigner' but wanted to make sure he wasn't seen as 'too foreign'.
He knows a smattering of a bunch of other slavic languages, using several at a time for one sentence, simply because he learned the words but didn't stay in any one place long enough for a whole language to stick, so they got jumbled together.
"How did your Dialect get so strange?"
He spins tall tales that have nothing to do with the truth, of a parent who had a dozen mistresses or a funny anecdote about a language guidebook that had multiple languages without saying which translations went to which language. Anything but the truth.
It's not that he's ashamed of his family, far from it! He loves them, he's proud of them.
But there's nothing quite like admitting to someone that your Nona is a war criminal, or that you come from a family of 'circus freaks' and traveled a lot. He's seen how people treat immigrants. As far as they're concerned, he's a tourist. He's a local. He's from the neighboring region visiting family. he's second-generation.
But when he's at home, in the circus or in Psychonauts HQ, he's Raz. He doesn't have to figure out what accent to put on, or what he has to say to stay safe. He's just a kid (A twenty-something, but a kid nonetheless).
At least the Psychonauts gave him a passport.
#psychonauts#psychonauts 2#Razputin Aquato#I just feel like we don't think about how much of a traveler Raz has always been#So I wanted to have some thoughts about it#He's learned some of the languages for spy work#but sometimes he just kinda picked them up from travel
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Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART VII
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Summary:
In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell.
For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments.
As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.
Chapter 7: Like a Family
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Alastor
"After walking a couple of minutes down the street, Alastor released the judge's arm. Yes, it was amusing to see her annoyed and hear her constant protests, but he didn't want to attract attention. Now, he continued walking at his usual pace while Victoria struggled to keep up, trailing a few meters behind. Could he walk slower? Yes. Was it the right and polite thing to do? Definitely. Would he? No, because he greatly enjoyed the sharp glare Victoria was directing at him. It was evident that she knew Alastor was doing it on purpose.
"Dear judge, you better move those legs if you don't want to fall behind. Should I perhaps hold your arm again?" he said mockingly.
"I appreciate the gesture," Victoria responded sarcastically with a polite tone, "but I believe the problem isn't a lack of vigor on my part; I would say it's an excess of yours. But you already know that. Enjoy it while you can, as I doubt I'll have any desire to go for another walk with you in the future."
For some reason, that statement made him feel a bit uncomfortable. He hadn't even considered the possibility of having more walks in the company of the judge, but the notion excited him. He liked the idea of having more conversations with Victoria and inviting her to explore new places was a good excuse to generate such interactions. And now that pretext had been discarded by his innocent joke. Now that he thought about it more carefully, why was he even thinking about justifications? Yes, he wanted to know more about her to find ways to manipulate her and thus obtain a quite powerful card. Winning the favor of the judge meant, perhaps, accessing a stack of files with valuable information, and more importantly, being able to modify or even annul contracts... his contract. It was also true that his interactions with her were absolutely entertaining and kept his mind very active. But that wasn't reason enough to feel so intrigued by her. Or was it? Perhaps she simply piqued his curiosity because of her origins from the Limbo.
"Oh my god! Is that Robert Johnson? What is he doing here? And is that Sinatra? I can't believe it!" exclaimed Victoria excitedly. It was the first time Alastor had seen her so enthusiastic about something. He could understand her excitement about Johnson, but the name Sinatra, while sounding familiar, he couldn't fully recall."
"I see you're familiar with the King of the Delta Blues. While my tastes lean more towards jazz, I can't deny that Johnson was a great musician," replied Alastor as he gently nudged Victoria to keep walking.
"Of course I recognize them! Jazz, you say? I hope you're familiar with Yardbird. And I imagine you also know about Sinatra," said Victoria, still excited as she kept her eyes on the two musicians.
"Yes, of course I know who Charlie Parker is. I've had the pleasure of hearing him here in Hell. As for the other one, I'm not sure."
"Are you kidding, Alastor? But you're the radio demon!" exclaimed the judge, surprised. Alastor tilted his head, not understanding the connection. Victoria sighed and continued speaking, "Frank Sinatra became famous through the radio. He was one of the first musicians to take advantage of the microphone because he didn't know how to project his voice very well. He had a great knowledge of radio. He became very famous with his rendition of 'I Will Never Smile Again.' Have you really never heard of him? It was a big radio hit. He even had a radio show for 14 years."
Alastor's expression darkened slightly. He remembered the man now. Frank Sinatra. A singer who rose to stardom after Alastor's time, but whom he had the misfortune of meeting in Hell. The man had dared to give him "advice" about Alastor's broadcasts. What audacity! As if that smooth voice knew more than he did. And that stupid song. He couldn't stand it. Why would anyone wait to smile until they meet someone? That would be a complete waste. Alastor realized the judge was looking at him with curiosity. He tried to force a broader smile to hide his growing irritation. "No, it really doesn't ring a bell, my dear judge. But it seems you're quite illustrious."
"Really? Then let's go talk to him. Maybe he can sing us something," the judge replied, stopping in her tracks. Alastor immediately took her shoulder to urge them to continue walking.
"My dear judge, I'd prefer we didn't. Let's avoid bothering these sinners. Besides, don't forget we have another priority," Alastor insisted to Victoria. While they kept walking, her eyes were fixed on the singer. Strangely, the fact that all of the judge's attention was on that individual caused his irritation to increase even more. What was so interesting about the guy? Sure, he sang wonderfully and his voice was charming, but so was his, and of course, Alastor ego would make him think that his was even better. And he could bet he was much more witty than "Francis." That guy could never measure up and engage the judge in those intellectually demanding conversations. Maybe in life, he had been a radio phenomenon, but Alastor was the radio demon, and he had managed to keep it at its peak even against new technologies.
"Alright. You're right. I'm sorry. I got carried away, I apologize," sighed the judge, returning to her usual calm. Finally, her eyes stopped paying attention to the singer and turned forward. "I wonder which other greats will be here. Beethoven? Rachmaninoff? Wagner? Debussy? I doubt Haydn or Vivaldi. Although it seems ending up in hell is much easier than one would think."
"I see you like passionate musicians. Tell me, dear judge. Do you know about them from having seen their lives from your comfortable seat in limbo?" inquired Alastor, fascinated by the knowledge the judge seemed to have in music. It was unexpected, but it was a conversation topic he enjoyed greatly.
"Of course, I adore the most passionate composers! Music serves as a vessel for expressing internal emotions, allowing others to understand them or even oneself. The tumultuous whirlwinds of emotions convey immense energy, vitality, and life. Moreover, softer or timid melodies can stir the heart and evoke feelings of nostalgia, sweetness, and countless other emotions. Often, we find ourselves constrained by social and internal norms, but the uninhibited expression found in music, its raw honesty, never fails to captivate and enchant me. I simply cannot fathom an existence devoid of music," responded the judge, her eyes shimmering with vitality.”
"I can understand what you mean, my dear judge. Indeed, it would be a waste to have ears if we couldn't appreciate music. Undoubtedly, it can be great company and quite inspiring." He could even add that his best crimes were committed under the fervor of music, but he preferred to omit that detail.
"Surprisingly, I agree with you," added the judge, looking him in the eyes.
At that moment, Alastor was overcome by a sense of understanding and comfort. He felt completely satisfied with the conversation and wondered if he was beginning to forge some kind of friendship with the judge. Yet again, this feeling was replaced by a noticeable discomfort and bewilderment.
As they approached their destination, Alastor began to feel the need for a moment to breathe, a few seconds for himself. At that moment, something caught his attention. A new butcher's shop. It was strange to find the establishment in that area, as they had not yet entered the cannibal district. However, it was almost noon and it wasn't a bad idea to settle their lunch. Besides, it was impossible to resist the temptation to try the new business.
"My dear judge," he called out. Victoria looked at him and nodded to indicate she was paying attention. "Would you do me the favor of waiting here while I make a brief visit to the business across the street?"
"Don't you prefer me to accompany you?" she asked, with little interest.
"Not at all! Don't bother. However, be a good judge and don't leave this spot," he emphasized, briefly tapping the tip of her nose with his index finger. Victoria shook her head in reaction to the sudden gesture, as if shooing away a fly. Once again, that strange discomfort overcame him, and his urgency to be alone increased. Without waiting for Victoria's response, he hurriedly crossed the street and entered the butcher shop. Once inside, he took a deep breath. The scent of fresh meat filled his senses, arousing his appetite and calming his spirits. He was starting to feel like himself again as the predatory instinct slowly awakened within him.
"Yes?" the butcher asked.
"Greetings, sir!" he exclaimed, paying little attention to the man. He approached the glass display case to inspect the available products. To his delight, there was a wide variety of cuts, all seemingly fresh. For a brief moment, he felt tempted to turn his head and look through the shop window to make sure the judge was still there, but he immediately shook off that impulse from his mind. There was no substantial reason to worry so much about her. Yes, she was a minor judge from limbo who could be a useful tool, but nothing more. There would be no real loss to him if something happened to her. Perhaps they would send another judge to finish her task. It was tedious to start over with another judge, but perhaps it could be less stubborn and charming. His teeth clenched. Why didn't he like that idea?
"Damn it," he lightly tapped the glass case with his fingers. The butcher watched him with fear.
"I-Is there anything to your liking?" the man asked, his eyes betraying a hint of fear. Alastor could sense the butcher's unease.
"Not quite, my good friend!" he replied, his voice returning to its usual tone. "I seem to have lost my appetite," he chuckled awkwardly. Despite his efforts to make a choice, the task of selecting from the array of cuts had become absurdly complex. This was the finest butcher's shop he had visited in quite some time, yet he found himself unable to settle on a selection. How absurd! After several minutes of contemplation and frustration, he finally settled on purchasing a variety of cuts to put an end to his torment. It was more than he truly needed, but he reasoned he could always share some with Rosie.
Feeling slightly relieved, he gave his purchase one final inspection, bid the nervous butcher a polite farewell, and stepped back onto the street in search of the dear judge. It took only moments to realize she was no longer where he had left her. Scanning the area, he hoped to catch a glimpse of her admiring a shop window or captivated by a street musician, but she was nowhere in sight. A pang of anxiety twisted in Alastor's stomach. He began to search through nearby shops and alleys, but Victoria was nowhere to be found.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed, frustration boiling over for the second time that day.
Angeldust
That morning he had woken up feeling very lazy. The night before, he had had a few drinks with Husk and Victoria. Unexpectedly, the woman had turned out to be charming and very kind, but she had a mischievous spark that made her even more fun. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed so much. The only person who had managed to make him feel even better was Husk. His cheeks reddened at the memory of that moment shared with the former overlord. He was the only person with whom he had let his guard down, showing himself as he really was. Last night, he felt a little closer to him thanks to the instance created by the judge's relaxed presence. But everything comes with a price, and the feeling of a hangover made sure to remind him of that.
After tossing and turning in bed for a while, he decided to get up to find something to eat. He had the day off and wanted to spend it in the quiet of the hotel. So, after getting some snacks, he headed to the couch to lie down with a blanket and watch TV. Maybe he would find the replay of last night's episode of the tv drama about the guy who fucked up with someone's sister. However, upon arriving in the hall, he would come across Vaggie and Charlie sharing a tender moment before the former exterminator saw him and demanded his help with cleaning up the remnants of the chandelier. He didn't have much energy, but he was still willing to refuse and enter into a conflict with her until he saw Charlie's pleading look. He had definitely softened.
After getting to work, Vaggie went to fetch Husk and Niffty to join in the task as well. At least he could spend more time with Husk. That made him happy.
"By the way," he spoke to Charlie as he swept the floor, "I understand not wanting to involve the judge in this task, but shouldn't Alastor help too?"
"Well..." the blonde responded, "yes, but... he seemed a bit busy this morning. He left the hotel with the judge to show her around the city."
"Huh? I don't think it's a good idea for Deer Ears to be out there freely with the judge. He might try to convince her to make some deal without us around to prevent it. It's his thing, isn't it?" Angel commented, a little irritated. It bothered him a lot that Alastor wasn't helping.
"Come on, Angel. It's not good to always assume the worst of people."
"Are you kidding, Charlie? Of course you wouldn't suspect anything shady. But let me tell you, last night he stood outside the bar's door for several minutes, watching the judge very closely. I was the only one who noticed, but I didn't want to do anything because it could ruin the good mood. It's completely suspicious that Alastor shows so much interest in someone," he added this time, feeling genuinely concerned about the situation. After all, the deer demon had managed to make a deal with Charlie. He didn't know the details of it, but it wasn't difficult to deduce from what had happened that day and Vaggie's attitude.
"Aw, maybe he just likes the judge," the princess of hell replied, clearly trying to convince herself. "Don't worry, Angel. If Alastor really intends to use the judge, he won't let anything happen to her. I'm sure he'll take care of her diligently."
Angel was about to voice his disagreement, but the arrival of Niffty, Husk, and Vaggie cut the moment short. It wasn't worth getting into an argument. Charlie admitting that it wasn't an ideal situation wouldn't make Alastor return to the hotel with the judge. He shrugged and decided not to interfere any further.
After half an hour, they had finished the task. Despite its tediousness, Angel felt a certain sense of satisfaction. The best part was that he still had time to watch the episode replay. He quickly grabbed his snacks and blanket and rushed to the couch. He was finally going to have the morning he had been longing for.
"Can we join you?" Charlie asked from behind, smiling kindly. He didn't really feel like interacting with others anymore, but he was in a common area. Plus, he could sense a hint of distress in Charlie's eyes. Damn it, he really had softened. With a sigh, he shrugged indifferently and lazily nodded his head.
"Sure. But I want to watch the replay of my melodrama," he said, turning the TV on.
"Uh, what's it about?" the blonde asked eagerly as she sat down next to him.
"It's about a guy who hooked up with someone's sister," he explained briefly.
"I've heard of it. They say it's actually pretty good," Vaggie chimed in, settling in as well.
"Good? It's incredible. You have no idea about all the twists and turns it has, but the best part is, it's full of mysteries that keep you intrigued. Just when you think a secret is about to be revealed, another puzzle comes up. I don't know how the writers manage not to go crazy and tie up all the loose ends afterward."
"Uhh, you've convinced me, Angel," Charlie said excitedly.
"The leggies is right," Husk's voice was heard as he entered the room. "I've seen it too. At first, I thought it would be another crap soap with its stupid dramas and mediocre romances. But after the first two episodes, I realized that wasn't the case. Yeah, some of the acting is pretty bad, but at the end of the day, it's a minor detail," the former overlord finished with a half-smile as he looked at Angel.
A pleasant warmth filled his chest. Maybe it wasn't so bad to have a bit of company right now. Normally, no one shared his taste in TV shows, but this time it was different, and that made him feel happy. Maybe he could suggest to Charlie that they all watch the premiere of a new episode together and then discuss their opinions on it. He had many theories to share. The idea excited him. He snuggled further into the blanket, wanting to capture this warm feeling and hold onto it for as long as possible. Was this what people with a relatively normal family felt like? How fortunate.
They were halfway through the episode replay. Everyone in complete silence, attentive to every dialogue, every detail, every clue. The scene was tense, dramatic, and very exciting. Charlie covered her eyes, and Vaggie was on the edge of her seat, while Husk set his liquor bottle aside. One of the characters was saying their final words when the transmission was interrupted. It was a little past noon, so they weren't in news time. At least not on that channel, however, the screen was being taken over by the unpleasant blonde news presenter with a twisted neck. As always, Katie Killjoy living up to her name.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you these shocking images captured by several citizens near the cannibal town. In what appeared to be a street altercation, an unidentified woman decided to intervene using a power that until this moment was believed to be mere legend."Said the presenter.
The television showed a video captured by a cell phone from a considerable distance, yet it was still possible to recognize the judge as the protagonist of the footage. Victoria stood tall in a long black robe. Her left hand held a staff with a gavel-like head. The judge's eyes shone intensely in their own amber hue as her hair fluttered in the wind, free from its usual styling. Despite the ambient noise, it was possible to hear her utter words that sent shivers down Angel's spine.
"In the exercise of my judicial authority, I invoke the Mandatum iudicisos, by which I command you to release this sinner." Barely had the judge uttered those words when an ochre light flooded the area, causing the recording to abruptly cut off.
"According to reliable sources, what we have just witnessed is an ability known as 'the judge's mandate,' a faculty that, according to various legends, belongs exclusively to the 'judges of limbo,' entities whose existence was merely speculative. Have we just witnessed evidence confirming the reality of these stories? What do the highest authorities have to say about this? Were they ignorant fools of this fact or were they concealing her presence? We hope to receive their statements soon. I'm Katie Killjoy, and this is News 666. Shut up, Tom," the news anchor concluded.
The screen once again displayed the replay of the soap opera. The episode had ended, and now the credits were rolling. The room was filled with silence. Even Vaggie was speechless.
"Fucking shit," Angel was finally able to say, "we're fucked."
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#fanfic#alastor#alastor x oc#oc#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel fanfic#alastor the radio demon#hazbin hotel 2024#radio demon#vivziepop#charlie morningstar#hazbin angel dust#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel fandom
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Hi! I have an perhaps silly question!
I am currently reading volume 4 & 5 of the official translation. Up till now, I didn't have that many problems with it (mostly because it's been years since I read the fan one and since I don't speak Chinese and English isn't my first language the only thing I noticed at first was that it... read ? Better if that makes sense? It was easier at least.
But I have. Concerns. Does Wei Wuxian truly say fuck (or whatever equivalent there is in swear words) all the time? Because I noticed it in vol 4 and now I keep seeing it! I know he's supposed to be pretty informal, but that + the way he speaks sometimes ("I know I've got a bad rep" ??? "What are you doing on my turf"???) keep taking me out of the story xD idk if it's because I took a break in my rereading and got used to fics modifying his speech patterns... but given that when I'm writing mdzs fics I usually make sure to... idk adapt the speech patterns so they're not too modern sounding? Am I overthinking this? Should I let wwx say fuck all the time?? XD
Hope this doesn't bother you and thank you in advance for your answer!!
Hi! Hello again! How’s it going?
So full disclosure I have not read the official translation in full yet, but uhh… yeah I’ve seen more than enough of Suika’s prose to know that there’s something off about the way she translates WWX that just eliminates an important element of his character.
For what you’re saying between ExR and Suika’s translations with Suika being easier to read, I get that. ExR has a lot of trouble with tenses and plenty of times they use a word that’s not quite what they actually want it to mean, so it takes more work to read what they intend to say over what the text says, but Suika’s text only really is improved by being cleaned up, @kimalysong and @jiangwanyinscatmom have a lot of posts on text either vastly altered from the intent or lines just flat out missing, if you’re curious about going down the rabbit hole of the official translation.
Now WWX does swear on occasion, especially when he’s younger and using the rougher Yunmeng dialect, but the other lines you’ve quoted tend to have Suika’s usual problem of making lower class characters speak roughly and often with southern accents regardless of how they sound in Chinese or with consideration to the character at hand. Wei Wuxian has an incredible grasp of language and literally switches linguistic registers depending on who he’s talking to and what the situation is and given some of his lines that I’ve seen in the official translation compared to stuff in exr or that my friend has translated for me, it seems like Suika has flattened all of that out in favor of her usual style of handling lower class characters.
I think you’re noticing it because it’s at odds with everyone else’s translations and grasp of WWX. While ExR has its own troubles with grammar at times, you can still see the strength in his language usage, to say nothing of Fanyiyi and Taming Wangxian’s translations which are much more solid on that front(@mxtxfanatic has posts comparing the language uses between exr, Fanyiyi and Taming Wangxian if you’re curious) and really lay out a well spoken character who can adjust his speech as needed (and drop the occasional precision fuck strike when needed).
I am not impressed by Suika’s way of translating characters speech especially as it pertains to Wei Wuxian, and I think you’re right to say that it feels weird. Don’t follow her style of speech, continue to write a WWX who absolutely understands the tangled web of a world he lives in and adjusts his language for the person at hand consistently.
#mdzs#wei wuxian#asks#Suika salt#I will never stop being disappointed with hers and 7seas handling of MDZS#it deserves so much better than it got#and so do we
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Subs Over Dubs, Except... Huhh
I've watched Stampede subbed a number of times that I have enough dignity not to specify, and I've never consciously had any issue with its translation or localization -- not knowing Japanese, I can only complain about a translation when it can't be understood, so I guess this is more about localization. So I've been fussing with my Hulu account this week and I ended up putting Stampede on in English because why not. You guys... is it just me, or is the dub better?
This is pretty specific -- I don't mean the performances are better. They are very good! It's 2024, most dubs with a budget behind them are good these days. And I have a bias in that I'm extremely familiar with the Japanese performances, so my frowning at lines with different inflections is not a criticism, it's just my face doing a thing. And again, I can't speak to the translation at all (I've read within the last few days that there is some debate over which translation is more accurate vs which is is more palatable -- because, yeah, Knives 's whole... thing is toned down a lot in the dub -- but to this English-speaker they are mostly the same in way of communicating meaning. mostly) I mean that the dub script is considerably better. Easier to follow, the jokes land better, and yeah, it's occasionally translated or least wrestled into understandable English better. I have never encountered this with a dub versus its sub before!
I should have examples. This post is pointless without examples. Um. I've been awake for 25 hours and didn't retain much of what I noticed. I'll follow this up with more, but one example that stood out was Wolfwood's half-improvised prayer over the graves in episode 4. Lemme just pull those up...
Here is the sub's version:
"Okay... O father in heaven... forgive us our sins as we forgive our neighbors. May you accept our fallen brethren and welcome the departed to your... What is it? Welcome them to your... dinner? No, that's a meal. Deliver them unto your... design? No, nobody's talking about fashion. Uh, give us a drive... He's not your chauffer, you idiot."
Meryl interjects with, "Are you really a priest?" Wolfwood says, "I'm no priest. Just an undertaker. Now back off, you're ruining it."
So it's mildly inexplicable that Wolfwood is speaking actual nonsense here, but I've been taking it as a semi-accurate translation of plays on words/puns/cultural jokes about Christianity that Westerners wouldn't be in on -- you know, typical translation nightmares. Not a big deal. And as Westerners, we're more familiar with Christianity, and I kind of figured the joke wouldn't land anyway.
And here's the dub's version:
"And... there! Uh... Heavenly father, who art in heaven... Forgive us our sins, Oh Lord, as we forgive those who sin against us. Please welcome their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed into your, into your.. What is it? Welcome them into your humble abode? Into your pearly gates? Nah, that sounds off. Deliver unto them deliverance? Not quite, but I'm getting there. Um, make sure there's some empty chairs. They're 'kingdom come'-ing, so..."
Now Meryl interrupts with, "That's enough. You're not really a priest, huh?" Wolfwood says, "No, I'm not. I'm an undertaker. Scram, will ya? You're messing with my mojo."
Side by side, you can see that these are recognizably translations of the same lines. The dub isn't really taking a ton of liberties; "give us a drive" is clearly at least in the same ballpark as "they're 'kingdom come'-ing." It's just that one is cleverly worded in English and therefore funny, while the other makes no sense. And the one that doesn't make sense is the sub, where you'd expect more breathing room with word choice and comic timing.
I kept noticing this -- again, I'll follow this up with lines that made enough sense in the sub that the dub went as far as to change my understanding of the exchanges they're in. And in those cases, the localization is clearly what's making the difference. I don't know which is more accurate, just which are more understandable and just better written. In my opinion!!! Obviously a lot of this is subjective. I just... again, I have never really seen this role reversal before. There have absolutely been dubs I liked better their corresponding subs, but never due to the dub being more fun and making more sense. Usually in those cases I just like the VAs' performances better. And yeah, you can't do a lot better than Johnny Yong Bosch, even if some of us are going to hear that voice and feel an inexplicable urge to call the police.
#trigun#trigun stampede#tristamp#it is not JYB's fault#he is an excellent actor and sometimes he plays villains#he's just really really good at it and it has been alarming to me in the past
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Fic Writer Interview
So I decided to snag this from @sparklepocalypse and fill it out because I'm cozy on my couch on New Year's Eve and fighting off a nap like a grumpy toddler. I'm actually fairly certain I've done this one before, now that I think about it, but oh well. The numbers are different since last time, so...
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
60, apparently! 61 being posted later today!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
178,579
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Ghosts
Do we still have forever
Volume Control
Retaliation
Modification to the map of you
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I respond to each and every comment that I receive. I try very hard to leave a personalized message for each person, but no matter what, even if it's just a "thank you," I will always respond! Even if it takes me some time!
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
To this day, the angstiest ending is Darkest before the dawn, which ends with hope, even if it doesn't end with an actual resolution. It's during canon, so the reader know what happens next.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
I think my most recent Christmas fic, Oh what a laugh it would have been, has probably now overtaken one of my previous fics for overall happiest ending!
7. Do you write crossovers?
I haven't yet, but I'm absolutely open to it given the write parameters!
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I haven't yet, and I hope I never do, although I know that the internet can be a wild place.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
If you'd asked me back in July of this year, I would have said that I primarily write fade to black. Since then, I've written ridiculous amounts of smut. I'm still learning about various kinks I'd like to write about, because I don't want to just write without knowledge of the act itself, but I'm wading into the smut-verse now. I'd say the water's up to my knees, at this point. Got a ways to go.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope, not that I've been made aware of, but I think it would be so neat.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I haven't but catch me and @thinkof-england cowriting something amazing now that the new year has arrived.
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Y'all are gonna need to sit down for this. I don't think you're ready. Deep breath in. Hold it. Now let it out slowly. Calm your mind. Are you ready? Okay because I know this is going to come as a shock to you when I say that it's FirstPrince.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
A Star Trek fic with Jim Kirk x an OC. I started it back in the spring and then RWRB happened and now it's just languishing away in my docs at just shy of 18,000 words.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I've been told that I have realistic dialogue, so I'll count that as a strength. I also think I'm pretty skilled at metaphors. Love a good metaphor.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
The description of surroundings, including clothing and scenery. I feel like I don't do enough of this sometimes, and I'm trying to better at painting a proper picture.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I've done so! Lots and lots of research and consultation with native speakers to confirm accuracy.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Pirates of the Caribbean, apparently.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
There isn't really one out there. I'm super content with the permanent campsite I've built in FP land. Hopefully I'm allowed to hang out there for quite some time.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
How am I supposed to pick a favorite out over 60 fics?!
I suppose if I absolutely HAD to pick right now, right this second, I'd say Ghosts, because the prompt for it as my first ever reader-submitted prompt on a comment from another fic. The reader enjoyed my fic so much that they asked if I'd write another, and Ghosts it what came of that interaction. I loved writing it and sharing it not just with that reader but with the fandom as a whole.
Gonna post my tag list for anyone who wants to participate!
@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @roseharpermaxwell@ships-to-sail @songliili @ssmtskw @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells@user-anakin @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew
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