#Translation Management

[anglerflsh]

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[nelkcats]

Dead Language Expert

Danny never thought that he could "major" in languages, and get a job as a translator. But apparently knowing all the dead languages ​​by default and being able to time travel with the help of your ghost tutor was pretty useful outside of Amity.

It happened purely by chance, he was walking through a museum and started laughing because of a mistake in one of the sentences that completely changed the meaning of the text. The museum manager, of course, did not believe him, since many people had said that the piece was "impossible to translate". But he study it anyway.

Days later they were looking for him to translate all the things from that time. And he just carried on with it, in many more civilizations. In some cases he even asked for a few trips to the past to Clockwork to verify.

It got to a point where the wizards, heroes and villains over the world knew him as "the translator of dead languages" and some of them even tried to kidnap him to perform a summoning ritual. Danny rolled his eyes and easily freed himself, but the League assigned him an "escort" anyway.

Exasperated, the halfa escaped from his escorts and continued his work as normal. Superman almost fell out of his chair at the Watchtower meeting when he was informed that the boy had translated the language of Krypton and other missing planets. Besides having managed to lose both the Flash and Green Latern, what the fuck?

[icantdothistodaybruh]

some silly doodles to take my mind off of things🕊

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[the-other-puppet]

Tasque manager whoa (temporal Berdly spot)

Spamton's superior, and his direct boss..

A firm, controlling and bossy woman with an obsession with both symmetry & order (all good traits), enough to want to work on The Admin's side and get everything in order once she enters on their equivalent to cyber world

fun fact; the little snake tail thinks on it's own (and knows a lot of gossip from work)

[canisalbus]

Hi!! I don't know if anyone has drawn this before (sorry if they have!! I couldn't find any evidence of it) but I have recently been plagued with the question of "what if Machete and Vasco were in Bluey?"

Well. Now we know.

To my knowledge, the only Bluey dogs who wear clothes are the ones in uniforms. TECHNICALLY Machete's outfit could count, but I left it out because it's not typical of a main character. He must be naked 😔

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[kittyfrisk9]

Idea Dp x dc - Amnesia

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't understand the idea.

...

What an unpleasant color. That was the first thought he had upon waking up in a hospital and seeing the white walls.

They told him he had amnesia due to the damage caused to his head. It wasn't that he had simply forgotten everything; he still remembered what common objects like a door or an apple were. He also knew what eating, going to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, or any other daily activity was. But he simply couldn't remember... certain things.

Like his name, important events in his life, people... He couldn't remember anyone. Not even the boy who threw himself on him, crying and apologizing, saying that all of this was his fault for being too slow.

Apparently, this boy was his boyfriend.

And he was right, because something in his chest twisted when he saw that cute boy crying. He doubted it was his heart; it was more like a kind of feeling, a sort of instinct that hated seeing that cute boy cry.

"It's okay, don't cry, it's okay, I'm fine." He hugged the other man, stroking his hair and saying sweet things to try to calm him down.

Jason Todd started crying again.

...

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't understand the idea.

[whyamihereat4am]

Death Note AU where L isn't fluent in Japanese and Light isn't fluent in English, so instead of their conversations having ridiculously long pauses due to 5 minute internal monologues, it's because every time one of them speaks the other has to discreetly whip out a dictionary and flip through it before responding (they are both pretending to speak the language better than they actually do because they're idiots)

[r-aindr0p]

Accidental mistranslation, and a quick reappearance of Michel, my gremlin student from noble bell college

[yazzydream]

Geto's Massacre Incident Report (EN Translation)

Jujutsu Technical College Tokyo School

To the Dean and Teachers

September 28, 2007

Assistant Supervisor Misato Shokinji

Investigative Report on the Murder Incident Regarding Our School's Student

I will report about the subject matter as follows.

Subject of Investigation: Tokyo School 3rd Year, Suguru Geto

1. Incident Case Record

Date and Time of Occurrence: September 23, 2007 around 9:00 PM Place of Occurrence: ██ City, ██ Prefecture (former ██ village) Discovery of Occurrence: Discovered due to the assistant manager traveling to the target site when the mission operative (Geto) was late. Five days had passed since Geto was dispatched. Damage Status: Confirmed deaths of 112 residents of former ██ village.

2. Summary of Geto's Mission

Investigate former ██ village  In the village, getting spirited away has been passed down from generation to generation as a folklore.  However, in reality, incidents of strange deaths of villagers frequently occur-- according to the client's information and can otherwise be understood through research. Since it was surmised that 80% of the cases were caused by a Cursed Spirit, Geto was ordered to conduct a more detailed on-site investigation and to exorcise the Cursed Spirit in question.

3. Behavior / Conjecture 

 On September 18, Geto entered the former ██ village alone.  The mission's outline was provided by the assistant manager a week before departure.  There was no prior request regarding this matter from the person himself and it was the Technical College that ordered him to act alone. The reason is, it was judged in deference to Geto's own experience points, and that it was feasible for him to work alone. In addition, the target Curse was surmised to be about a Grade 1; lower than Geto’s. In addition, there is a shortage of jujutsu sorcerers.  Presumably at this time, there were no deviations from a usual mission. He didn't display any behavior at the time that he was scheming something.  9:00 am on the appointed day, we departed from the Tokyo school by car.  Geto and the assistant manager (Shokinji), just the two, moved together.  The target village is a village without any public transportation. It's impossible to approach the village by car, as entry is via a single narrow road. About a kilometer away from the village, near Kamiya intersection, Geto was dropped off and we parted ways.  Around 4:00 p.m., Geto started to act alone.  The duration of completion of the mission this time is from September 18th~September 19th; at most three days. Upon completion, I was supposed to be contacted as usual. (However, it was not a strict promise. Because of that, it's believed the discovery of this incident was delayed. Matters Requiring Improvement)  With the assumption he'll be staying in the village, we'd made arrangements with the client belonging to the fire brigade (Kiyotaka Kagetani, 43 years old, living with mother) to rent a room in his house. However, details such as if he actually lodged with them, remain unknown, as both the client and his mother have died.

 The following is the mission's investigative report that was conveyed by the assistant manager from inside a moving car.  In the village, there is folklore about being "spirited away."  There is even literature that remains. Passed down from the Edo period... It's a common enough legend. However, even aside recent years, It's characterized by how it continues to feel like a natural happening.  There have been five cases in the last ten years.  March 19, 1998, A 26-year-old woman disappeared.  May 7, 2001, A 67-year-old man died abnormally.  July 24, 2002, A 4-year-old girl disappeared.  August 4, 2005, A 57-year-old man and a 46-year-old woman were found to have died abnormally.  September 13, 2007, A 46-year-old man died abnormally. As features,  ・Both disappearances and abnormal deaths occurred within a 50-meter radius of a limestone cave, which is considered to be a sacred area to the village.  ・Young women and children → Disappeared、Middle-aged and older or men → Found died abnormally.  ・The ones who died abnormally have no heads.  From these and other such commonalities, it was conjectured that it is the action of a Cursed Spirit inhabiting the vicinity of the limestone cave. So, in order to confirm the truth from the legend, it is believed Geto investigated from inside the village.  It is estimated that from the time he began to act alone, around 4:00 p.m. on September 18th, he opened the case, investigated, and collected the target Cursed Spirit. However, since all the villagers involved have died, there is no one left to testify.  Only, if this matter was caused by a Cursed Spirit, it is certain Geto achieved destroying--

[–cut off]

　On September 19th (time unknown), a village massacre incident occurred. 　112 Villagers died. In the subsequent arson, 70% of the village was burned down. 　(On September 23rd, when the College headed to the site, there was not a single living person left in the village. There is no eyewitness testimony.) 　An investigation into the cause of death determined they were all victims of Cursed Spirits. 　In addition, according to an inspection of the residuals, it was concluded to be that of Suguru Geto's Curse Manipulation. 　It is believed that after killing the villagers, Geto set fire to the village and fled. 　Regarding this incident, Geto's motives remain unknown. 　Village resident registration information did not reveal anyone who had a blood relation with Geto, nor anyone with personal involvement with him prior to the mission. 　Note that, since there is information that there was a lineage of jujutsu sorcerers in this village, it is being further investigated to see if they share any attributes with Geto and whether that had anything to do with his motives.

4. Punishment Here On, etc.

Suguru Geto is even now at large. In accordance to Article 9 of Jujutsu Regulations, he is subject to execution as a Curse User.

End.

[stressfulsloth]

Thinking about Disco Elysium and stars. Something about communal experience and simultaneous isolation, hope and idealism, fear and beauty and terror and burning. The inherent horror in the vast romantic starscape of the sky, the melancholy and loneliness inherent in the untold distance, a communal experience of something too enormous to fathom. Stars bear witness to humanity, to the millions of tiny people crawling on the face of Elysium. They watch the people, and the people watch back, and make up stories about the stars. Stars symbolise love, hope, something unreachable and unattainable.

The way that the light of the stars reaches every single being in Elysium, from human to phasmid, but no matter how far it reaches it is still a cold and distant glow, always on the verge of going out. A moral brilliance, a holy light to strive towards, something always at risk of burning out, but there's a dichotomy too. A duality between the stars as brutal unfeeling observers, moralists even, like the aerostatics flying overhead, tiny dying lights that watch impassively over every terrible thing in the world, and the flipside; stars as the burning kernels of hope, furious burning flames that parallel Harry and his golden-orange forest fire nature. Stars as the light of communism, the star-and-antlers. They're hope and dreams- a million years in the stars. Rockstars and superstars. The light of a brighter future (however short-term that future might be) coming towards them at the end of the tunnel. It makes me think of Sacred and Terrible Air and the light pollution in Vassa- ending light pollution as the world ends. "You may laugh at this, but in the evening, when the big world in the distance swells into a bloody maelstrom, families come out into the street in Vaasa and are insignificant together. Only distant explosions disturb the deep peace of the winter night, its flawless starry sky. Everyone watches, heads tilted back." The stars are a shared experience. Something that everyone watches, insignificant together, when there's nothing more that can be done. Light in the face of darkness, community in the face of inevitability. Togetherness. The stars are there in the church with the ravers. They're there watching Harry and Kim together. Insignificant together. In dark times, should the stars also go out?

[sere-ness-ima]

source: Netflix' 1670

[accio-victuuri]

xiao zhan - GQ February issue cover story Q&A 📝

They have experienced real things. There is no camera facing you. Without lights, you are living your own real life.

GQ: When did it become clear that you wanted to be an actor?

Xiao Zhan: When the public paid more and more attention to me, I want to say, why can’t I do it? I think I can. Sometimes I get shaken and think it’s so difficult. Why can’t I do it? For example, when it comes to lines, why are my lines just not good? Why can’t I speak well with others? Is it because I'm from the South? I don't think so, and then I think, how can I say it well? I can do it, let's give it a try.

GQ: In your opinion, what are the professional standards for actors?

Xiao Zhan: First of all, being professional is an unavoidable topic. You can have a non-major background, but you must have excellent professional skills. This is what I want to do, this is who I am. I feel that I am not enough, and i’m too far behind.

After becoming professional, attitude is very important and whether you love it is also very important. Do you just treat it as a job, or do you really like it? These are two concepts. When you see it as a job, you may not be able to go very far. But if you really like it, you will cry for it and laugh for it, which may be the motivation for you to stick to it.

I also have a strong body (laughs). I used to not feel tired when I was in my twenties, but now I feel very tired after staying up late. It's a terrible thing to be. A strong body is important, it is your foundation.

GQ: When you acted in which role or drama, did you feel recognized?

Xiao Zhan: When I was working on "The Wolf" at the beginning, I was under a lot of pressure. My acting teacher would give me a lot of advice and guidance, and I would constantly overturn my own performance every day. t was a period of confusion. After you get over it, you will find that you have grown. When you start acting later, you will gradually find a little bit of feeling, and then step by step — this is a cumulative process.

I feel that I have acted too little. Compared with some of my predecessors, who have acted in many works in their thirties, my current works are still too few and I have not accumulated enough.

GQ: Are you anxious?

Xiao Zhan: Yes, because I think (improving acting skills) is a cumulative process. You can’t make a big step forward with just one movie. This is difficult for me to happen. So you have to keep filming, but you have to keep filming good films and don't consume yourself.

GQ: What are the considerations behind the expansion of the three film and television dramas to be broadcast in 2023 from costume dramas to period dramas and urban dramas?

Xiao Zhan: Actually, I didn’t think anything about it. It just happened naturally. I didn’t deliberately change the themes that I had acted in before. I just read the script and the script was handed to me at the time. I felt attracted to a certain script at the moment, so I chose it. It just happened to be a subject that I had never acted in before.

GQ: Do you feel tired after always acting in costume dramas?

Xiao Zhan: There are many types of costumes. Don’t divide them into costume dramas and modern dramas. It’s nothing more than putting on a hood and changing clothes. In fact, the core is the same, but also just completely different.

GQ: Once your drama is aired, will you follow it?

Xiao Zhan: I won’t follow it, but I will watch it, and I will choose the scenes that I care about to focus on, so I can find problems for myself.

GQ: Will you be able to watch the barrage?

Xiao Zhan: I used to really know how to do it. I felt very happy and laughed with everyone, but now I can’t do it.

GQ: What kind of role do you want to play now?

Xiao Zhan: If I could choose, of course it would be the best one I haven’t tried yet. I need freshness. If I ask you to do the same thing every day, you will be bored.

GQ: What kind of actor do you want to be?

Xiao Zhan: I want to be an actor that the audience can like.

GQ: Have you already done this to make people like you?

Xiao Zhan: No, no, I think it’s far from enough. I once thought about whether to be an actor with a personal style or to be an actor that the audience likes just by looking at you. At present, I want to be an actor who makes the audience like you. Maybe everyone is not your fan, or even not particularly interested in you, but you know that he has a drama, Do you want to watch it? His dramas are all good. I want to do this. This is my current goal. Is it possible to become the actor I like? This is a rule.

It’s a long road, take your time.

GQ: Who are your favorite actors?

Xiao Zhan: There are many. For example, Zhou Xun has always been my favorite actor. I recently watched her play ("Waving in the Poison of Anger"), and it was really great.

GQ: What are your career plans in 2024?

Xiao Zhan: Make more movies and work with more good teams. This is the only goal at the moment, and I won’t consider other things for the time being.

GQ: Do voices on social media bother you?

Xiao Zhan: It doesn’t bother me. It’s been so many years and I’m still worried. I’m still alive. (English) It’s really okay. Just like I know exactly what I'm doing, every time. To make a choice, you have to clearly know what you are doing, what you want to give up, and what you want to make. So, fortunately, the team may have more troubles.

GQ: Your personal life has not been affected?

Xiao Zhan: Very normal! I can go out for a ride or a walk. When you walk on the street, no one really cares about you. It's really not what everyone thinks. Like this, then I can walk around freely,

GQ: Is this an escape moment for you?

Xiao Zhan: It’s time to relax. Why do you want to escape? I am also in the third dimension. Where do I want to escape? This is my life. I am the same as everyone.

There are many things I particularly want to do, such as taking the subway and shopping in shopping malls, which are very similar to when I was in school, and maybe I will do them in the future.

GQ: Do you miss the ordinary life very much?

Xiao Zhan: It’s not that I miss it, it’s that I think I should do it. It’s because of my popularity. I will really take the subway, maybe tomorrow. It’s so normal. I used to take the subway every day. for me there’s nothing I can't do. What do you think I can do? Say hello and leave. It’s just that I don’t want to cause confusion and trouble for everyone or cause a bad reaction.

GQ: You have not appeared on variety shows in recent years. Is this a conscious choice?

Xiao Zhan: Because it’s not suitable. With my personality, people get tired in variety shows. I want to take care of everyone’s feelings, which makes me very tired. Now that I know this is the case, If there is a result, then just don’t do it.

GQ: What was your original intention in entering the entertainment industry?

Xiao Zhan: I really came in inexplicably and ignorantly. I used to watch talent shows and interview the top contestants. How did i get to this point? I accompanied my friend to participate in the selection, but my friend failed and I was selected. When I was a child, I thought these things were far away from me, but when it comes to myself, it is really like this. I think it's amazing. I participated in the draft and got to where I am now. It's amazing. Life is really interesting.

GQ: What things have you not thought of before after entering the industry?

Xiao Zhan: It is a very cruel thing not to eat wantonly. When I see my former high school classmates who have children and gained weight, I will sigh, I want this too— eating recklessly, their living conditions make me feel that if I had not chosen this path at that time, maybe we are all the same, having to socialize and endure hardships — rushing to design at night, you don't know how tiring it is to do design, but life is like this, there is no way.

GQ: How did choosing this piece change you?

Xiao Zhan: Maybe I lack a lot of life experience. In this regard, my classmates and friends are far better than me. They have experienced real things. There is no camera facing you. Without lights, you are living your own real life.

GQ: Are you an emotionally stable person?

Xiao Zhan: It's relatively stable, but once I touch some points, I will become very unstable.

GQ: For example?

Xiao Zhan: It’s just... some things that cannot be said. Haha, maybe when something incredible happens, you will think, what are you doing? I will be very angry when something happens. Maybe it's some privacy issue. If this point is exceeded, I will "run away".

Everyone has their own boundaries, and some people have no sense of propriety. I stay away from such people, but when the boundaries are broken again and again and the bottom line is touched, I will get very angry.

GQ: You once said that you have a particularly strong side in your personality. What do you mean specifically?

Xiao Zhan: In principle, I am a very rigid person. If I insist on something and I think it is right, it will be difficult to be convinced. For example, if I want to be an actor, I don’t want to do anything other than being an actor. If you come to Siam, let’s debate. No one is right or wrong, the team is also for your own good, Isn't it a good thing to have a lot of work? But for me, I have to subtract because some things are really not what I want.

GQ: Do you have a perfectionist side?

Xiao Zhan: I just want to do it well, just try my best right now. Maybe the result is not good, but what should I do? This is all I can do.

GQ: Can you accept failure?

Xiao Zhan: I can accept it. I might not have been able to accept it a few years ago, but 30-year-old Xiao Zhan has learned to accept it (laughs).

-END.

[fuzzypuppybuddie]

Badly draw Twitter doodle requests (Au Red design by @fp-am)

[royalarchivist]

I've been reminiscing about Squidcraft a bit lately, so I posted this clip of Phil talking about why he didn't join the Squidcraft 2 event on Twitter (I posted the longer version of this clip a while ago, which you can see here). TLDR: Phil wasn't invited and didn't want to ask for an invite because he felt awkward, didn't want to intrude, and also felt like his Spanish wasn't good enough.

Fast-forward a few hours and many Spanish Crows crying in the quote retweets later, and someone just gave me a heads-up about this:

Komanche is one of the organizers / creators of the Squidcraft event. I don't know if Phil would accept an invitation, but the possibility of him being invited period wasn't even a possibility in my mind, so this was a surprise! :'D

[canisalbus]

I really love seeing your dogs and sometimes I think about how amazing your art style would be in animation ♥ Not that this is intended to ask or prod you to do so, just that I can imagine your lovely dogs in motion and theyre such amazing characters I could see them in a movie format. Thank you for sharing them with us ♥

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[kittyfrisk9]

IdeaDpxDc— Caveman

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

No Jason, you can't bring a caveman into the modern era. •Dead On Main. •Caveman Danny (with the design that appeared in the graphic novel, but in a more adult form)

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It began with an explosion, and then, just before losing consciousness, Jason noticed how time seemed to slow down. But what really caught his attention was the green vortex forming in front of them. He couldn't help but think that its color was eerily similar to the waters of Lazarus.

What a shitty day.

Jason cursed; this was not how he had planned to spend his weekend. In his mind, he had a very different image: maybe a quiet night patrolling the city, or even some downtime, something he rarely allowed himself. But no, instead, here he was, dealing with a sharp pain that pierced his skull. "Damn it, my head!" Jason put a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes tightly. He didn't need this now.

He just felt bad, unable to identify a specific cause beyond the discomfort throughout his body. "Finally awake," he heard someone say. Silence. For a few seconds, he didn't recognize who was speaking. He blinked several times, trying to focus his vision. The figure in the corner began to take shape, and he finally recognized Robin.

But he looked bad. Unease settled in Jason's heart; no, this wasn't how his brother usually looked. Damian wasn't wearing his mask, his Robin costume was in a deplorable state: torn and covered in dust. Damian's expression also worried Jason; the possibilities of what could have happened during his unconsciousness churned his stomach. "What happened?" he asked, trying to get up without success.

No answer. Damian seemed to be searching for the right words to explain the situation; his mouth opened several times without making any sound until he finally said, "I don't know."

His hands were trembling uncontrollably. Jason didn't like his younger brother's state at all; he looked so small and fragile, the usually indomitable attitude of Damian was no longer present. What the hell happened?

That's when he noticed his surroundings. Looking around, he saw walls of rough, rugged bark that curved upwards, forming a natural ceiling. Light barely penetrated through the irregular contours of the wood. The ground was covered with dry leaves and pieces of detached bark, crunching underfoot. Small cracks in the walls let in cold drafts, making Jason's muscles feel tense and stiff, as if they were about to freeze.

"Are we inside a tree?" he concluded, while with visible effort, Jason began to move his body, sitting up from his lying position. Now sitting, he noticed two things.

First, Dick was unconscious beside him, and second, both he and his brother were covered with cloaks. He turned his head and saw Damian, who was unsuccessfully trying to hide his shivers. How long had the boy been enduring the freezing cold? Jason cursed internally, the frustration of not having done anything irritated him. He looked back at the cloaks: one seemed to belong to Robin and the other to... wait, where was Tim?

"Yes," Damian replied. Then, as if he had guessed Jason's thought, he added, "Drake went to find food. We've been in this place for three days."

Well, that answered his questions about the replacement's whereabouts, but it opened a new one related to where they were. "This place? Where?" he asked, ignoring the feeling of heaviness and numbness in his entire body, deciding to get up and go to Damian. Now awake, he preferred the boy to be wrapped in the cloak rather than himself.

Damian, sitting near the entrance of the hollow tree, looked directly at Jason. His response undoubtedly surprised him. "In the past." Just then, the roar of a beast was heard, perhaps warning what would come next for the brothers.

Welcome to the Mesozoic era.

...

Something had invaded the sauropod territory.

Somewhere within the dense forest of conifers and redwoods, a figure moved nimbly through the shadows. His steps were light, almost imperceptible on the ground covered with stones and fallen leaves. His eyes, accustomed to the dimness of the forest, watched intently every movement around him. This was not his first rodeo in the prehistoric territories, and he knew well how to avoid the most dangerous beasts.

The figure, a young man with dark hair and bright eyes, paused for a moment to listen to the distant roar of an unknown beast. He growled, recognizing the signs of a territorial battle resonating in his ears. Better not get too close. He had lived long enough there to understand the brutal developments of survival.

Suddenly, the crunch of some twigs was heard a few meters away from him. This sound would be imperceptible to a normal human, but this young man was not an ordinary human. He tightened his grip on his spear, evaluating the situation. Although whatever was there didn't seem to be an immediate danger, it was better to retreat cautiously and observe. To avoid being discovered, he quickly and stealthily climbed one of the many trees in the area. Once positioned on one of the highest branches with a good view, he became invisible.

What he saw puzzled him. The surprise left him breathless, unable to react immediately. Down there was a being similar to him, with two arms, two legs, no spikes or shells. It was a... a... he didn't know what to call it. He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't a hallucination; he had had a few of those before when fatigue had overtaken him, but no, that being was still down there, walking.

Suddenly, the being looked up. His slight movements had caused a leaf to fall, probably catching the being's attention. To avoid being discovered, he remained completely still and silent, not knowing how to react but not wanting to scare the being. The being found nothing unusual and continued walking.

He sighed in relief. This was strange. He decided he wanted to find out more, so with smooth and careful movements, he slipped as the being advanced. He followed in complete silence, ready to learn.

...

Tim didn't have much luck fishing. The nearby river, though promising, proved less appealing due to a gigantic sarcosuchus that tried to devour him. After dodging its swift bite, he understood it was better to return to the shelter with the few fish he had managed to catch. He left the area and ventured into the forest. As he moved through the underbrush, his thoughts were focused on the critical situation of his brothers and the need to find something, anything, that could help them stay strong.

It was good they had landed here with their other identities since they had the necessary equipment to defend themselves against the dangers of this era. Their weapons and tools, designed to face criminals in the streets of Gotham, were now their best defense against prehistoric creatures.

He sighed, looking up as the wind shook some leaves from the trees. Unfortunately, not everything had been good. He and Robin had been the first to wake up, but instead of having a pleasant chat, they had to fight off predators that saw them as a tasty prey. Jason and Dick were still unconscious, and it was hard to fight while having to protect someone. In the process, Damian's foot got sprained, but they managed to escape and find an acceptable shelter. The hollow tree wasn't the best refuge, but at least they could hide there.

However, they couldn't stay there forever. If they didn't find a way back to Gotham, their defense resources would run out, and they would die. They couldn't ask for help either because it would be millions of years before anyone from the League was born. Dejected, he sighed again.

Finally, he reached the improvised shelter inside the hollow tree. Upon entering, he was pleasantly surprised to find Jason and Damian arguing. Unfortunately, Dick was still unconscious but covered with a cape to keep warm.

"Stop it, Todd! I won't wear the cape!" Damian shouted, pushing his older brother who was on top of him. "I don't need it!"

"What are you talking about, brat? You're shivering!" Jason replied, insisting on putting the cape over Damian.

"I'm not the one who needs it," Damian retorted, pushing the cape away again. "Grayson's worse off, and you also need to protect yourself from the cold. I can handle it."

Jason frowned, clearly frustrated. "Don't be stubborn! We're already in enough danger without you getting sick on top of it."

Damian crossed his arms and looked at him defiantly. "I won't get sick. And don't underestimate me, Todd."

Tim, who had been watching silently, laughed at seeing Jason narrow his eyes right before he pounced on Damian and wrapped him with the cape. Damian, of course, shouted, giving the image of an angry kitten, which made Tim laugh even more. This scenario was just what he needed to relax amid all the stressful environment. His laughter caught their attention.

"I'm glad you're awake, Jason," Tim said, smiling. Then, showing the fish he had caught, he added, "I had some setbacks, but I got some food."

"Get off me right now, Todd!" Damian ignored Tim's arrival and focused on insulting his older brother, who was sitting on top of him.

"I don't think so, demon," Jason teased. "Not until you agree to wear the cape." Then, he turned his gaze to Tim, waved a hand in greeting, and added, "Damian already gave me the bad news. Do you have any plan to get back?"

"Unfortunately, no," Tim replied, ignoring Damian's complaints. "Just the basics: find a better shelter, build weapons, and make sure we don't become dinosaur food."

"Dinosaur food, huh? Are we really in prehistoric times?" Jason asked with an incredulous laugh.

"Go outside and find out if you don't believe us," Tim said as he set the fish aside. Then he sat down, leaning his back against the tree bark, and rested. "Don't blame me if one devours you."

Jason let out a laugh, but his eyes showed concern. "Alright, I believe you. I guess now we're survivors in the age of dinosaurs."

Tim nodded, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to regain his strength. "Exactly. We have to be smart and work together if we want to get out of this."

Damian, still trapped under Jason's weight, tried to get up once more but finally gave in. "Alright, I'll wear the cape. Now get off me, Todd."

Jason smiled victoriously and stood up, allowing Damian to get up. "I knew you'd see reason."

Tim watched the interaction with a mix of amusement and exhaustion. "We need to divide our tasks. Jason, make a fire. We need to cook the fish and warm up. Damian, your foot needs rest, but you could help prepare the camp and take care of Dick. I'll check what else we can use from our equipment."

"Sounds like a plan," Jason said, while Damian nodded reluctantly. With slight annoyance, Jason asked, looking at the youngest brother, "Why didn't you tell me your foot was injured?"

"Irrelevant information," was all Damian said. Then, he got up and, hopping on one foot, approached Dick. "What are you waiting for? Let's not waste time and work." Despite his words, concern was evident in his voice.

Jason shook his head with a smile. Just as he was about to leave the hollow tree, he heard a warning from Tim: "Don't stray too far from the camp," and then he threw him a belt with his weapons.

Jason caught it easily, just as he heard a "Be careful, Todd," from his little brother. He wished he had a recorder right now, he thought with a smile.

...

He followed the being to a hollow tree, moving stealthily among the high branches to avoid detection. His eyes shone with a mixture of curiosity and distrust, watching closely as the being entered the tree. Although he didn't approach, from his position, he could clearly hear the being's vocalizations, apparently communicating with others of its kind. It was fascinating; although incapable of complex thoughts, he felt a deep awe for these creatures similar to him.

Suddenly, the chatter seemed to end, and another, different being emerged from the tree. This time, his reaction was completely different. With the first being, he had only felt a slight interest due to their similarity; after all, he had been living there for a long time and had seen fierce and friendly creatures, but none with his same characteristics. However, upon seeing this new being, a strange feeling awakened in him, like a powerful attraction guiding him to approach.

He purred, his eyes dilating; he was interested in making this new being his own. It felt like that time he had to fight a flock of birds for a fruit. This being felt like that same fruit. It was strange because this new being clearly was not a fruit, but the desire to have it was the same.

It is well known that humans react in various ways when they fall in love; however, they all release the same chemicals in the brain. With this new and unknown feeling, he decided to follow the new being, completely seduced by it.

...

The outside looked like it was straight out of Jurassic World, but without the modern facilities or buildings. Jason whistled; he never imagined he would be inside a movie, although this whole situation was more than that, it was a serious matter that he had to take seriously. Enough looking around, it was time to take care of the campfire.

He needed wood, stones, and some dry leaves as fuel. Although he was far in the past, he had to be careful not to accidentally burn any plant that could produce toxic smoke. He didn't want to get sick or make his brothers sick.

To get these materials, he ventured into the forest. Tim had said not to wander too far, but he needed to get rid of a certain annoyance that was bothering him. He felt it the moment he left the makeshift shelter. There was something in the forest, but he didn't want to alert his brothers; they were already tired enough and didn't need to stress about something dangerous.

He stopped in his tracks. "Enough games, come out," he said as he held his weapon without aiming. Whatever was behind him was probably just some animal, which was dangerous considering he was somewhere in the Mesozoic era.

A growl emerged from the forest. He turned his body, and what he saw amazed and frightened him. They were dinosaurs, real dinosaurs, real dinosaurs that wanted to devour him. Oh no.

Three dinosaurs, similar to those in the Jurassic World movie, where Owen stops and controls three velociraptors by raising his hands in front of him. That scene was truly amazing. Too bad Jason couldn't replicate it, mainly because these velociraptors (he knows they're not actually velociraptors, because real velociraptors are smaller and the movie was wrong in that sense, but he doesn't really know what to call them) didn't see him as a leader, but as prey.

"This is incredible," he murmured to himself, watching as one of them, the one in the center and probably the leader, snapped at the air. "It's okay, calm down, friend. You wouldn't want to eat this," he warned as he repeated the same scene from the movie, but with a weapon in hand, just in case.

In response, they just kept growling.

"Come on, there's no need for this to end badly. I just want to find wood and go back home," he continued, maintaining eye contact with the leader of the velociraptors, looking for some sign of understanding in its reptilian eyes.

Unfortunately, there was nothing, just a hungry look. It was clear that the lizard didn't see him in a good light.

Suddenly, the leader jumped, and Jason was ready to shoot, but before he could do so, a spear pierced the raptor's neck in mid-air. The reptile crashed into a tree with the spear stuck in its neck and well buried in the wood. It seemed to have been thrown with great force. The animal writhed, trying to free itself, but that only hastened its death. Blood trickled down its neck and fell to the ground, dripping slowly and sending a signal to the other reptiles.

Everyone in the scene turned their gaze to the sound of a much more dangerous growl. There, on one of the branches of another tree, was a... human?

Were there humans in this era?

Jason saw him. He was an adult man, tall, with scars, and surprisingly handsome. He was wearing gray skin wrapped around his body, without any elaborate tailoring. The man jumped and approached them growling, but Jason noticed that he was actually growling at the duo of remaining velociraptors. Up close, Jason could see that the man defied any historical record about cavemen and beauty. He had defined muscles, but not exaggerated ones; his hair was a mess, but he looked adorable; the scars added a type of wild beauty, although for the man they were probably just a reminder of his difficult lifestyle.

Oh, my. Jason fell in love. He fell in love with a man who made two frightened beasts run away with his roar. "I didn't know I was so needy," he thought quietly.

He absolutely couldn't let his brothers find out about that feeling. He wouldn't survive the teasing.

Now, in peace and being only the two of them, the man stayed on all fours, standing on his hands and feet, and looked at Jason. Jason looked back at him. "Uh... thanks?" he thanked unsure if the man could understand him. The man, in response, just tilted his head, as if to say, "I don't understand." Oww, even that was adorable.

He shook his head, enough.

The man moved around Jason on his hands and feet until he reached where his spear was, but he didn't take it. Instead, he just looked at Jason. To Jason's eyes, the man didn't seem dangerous, but rather shy. It sort of made sense, considering he was seeing another human for the first time.

With that thought, Jason decided to ask, "Do you understand my language?" as he put away the weapon and pointed to himself with his finger. The man didn't respond. "I guess not," he added with a smile. "I'll have to find a way to learn your language."

Afterward, the man began to scratch the ground with his hand, trying to dig. Jason, curious, approached, and it was then that the man offered him a stone. Jason blinked, realizing that, on his way there, he had touched and looked at some stones for the campfire but hadn't picked any up.

"Well, this makes my search easier. Thank you," he said, grabbing the stone. He knew this man didn't understand his language, but that wasn't a reason to be rude. The man, for his part, gave the most dazzling smile Jason had ever seen. "Oh, well, we have to find a way to communicate," he said looking away. Why was his heart beating so fast?

The man purred happily.

"Wait, did you just purr?" Jason looked back at the man when he heard the typical sound of cats. He approached to listen more closely. "You're really purring," he declared perplexed, since humans don't purr.

When he reached out his hand towards the man's chest, he backed up a bit but didn't stop purring. He even had the attitude of a cat, Jason thought as he apologized and was about to withdraw his hand. But before he could do so, the man stretched out his hand. Both hands touched, then they opened their palms and stretched their fingers. This whole scene reminded Jason of the Disney movie, Tarzan, when Jane and Tarzan meet.

Jason opened his eyes in surprise. Does that mean he's Jane? And that he's going to be with this cute man? He looked at the man, whose expressive gaze lit up as he watched their hands. Jason could see that the man's blue eyes truly rivaled the stars. Oh, Jason fell so deep.

"Uh... I'm Jason," he pointed to himself with the other hand, not separating his palm from the man's. The man tilted his head again, emitting this time some small growls that translated his lack of understanding. Jason laughed. "Well, I guess for now you won't be able to tell me your name, little star."

Little star, because that would be his name for now, looked at him without understanding, and Jason laughed even harder.

...

"Todd, what does this mean?" demanded Damian, looking at the new guest behind his brother.

"It's Little Star, I met him in the forest. He's going to help us survive," Jason replied, stepping aside so everyone could see the man. "Come, look, he even brought you a gift."

Little Star smiled as he showed the corpse of a velociraptor, whose neck was still bleeding, and the spear in the man's back had not yet been cleaned, meaning he killed it with that. Damian looked horrified. At his reaction, Little Star looked worriedly at Jason as he made some vocal sounds that resembled growls and whines.

Jason patted his shoulder laughing. "Relax, he likes you." Then he added, "I already have the materials for the campfire, it'll be ready in about five minutes." And he left the makeshift shelter with Little Star behind him.

"Since when does he speak caveman?" Tim asked, puzzled.

"Todd's intelligence is finally paying off," Damian replied sarcastically.

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.